All language subtitles for Entrevías_S03E08_El cielo de Entrevías.EN

Irene, it was a moving performance,

but there are technical aspects
that need to be perfected.

You've been inactive for a long time.

Your grandmother told us
that you have just become a mother.

Yes, I've just had a baby.

I've barely been able
to prepare the dance.

It's almost improvised.

If this is improvised,

when you start working with us,
you will become an amazing dancer.

Does that mean I'm in?

We still have some changes
to make in the company.

But yes, we want you.

Yes!

Yes, thank you!

Oh, thank you!

Oh, my girl!

-Grandma!
-I knew it!

I knew it, my girl.

-Thank you so much.
-Thank you.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

I know you cooperate with the gang.

You brought Dulce to the neighborhood
to run the drug business together.

And that it was you who provided them
with the seized weapons.

Anything to add?

I'd like to add
that you're a bit of a bitch, aren't you?

No, Ezequiel. I am a cop.
For better or worse.

If it was for worse you should be in jail,
you should be in for murder,

but, of course,
that fool Ezequiel showed up.

And playing dirty, really dirty,

I got you your freedom in no time.

Well, yes.
I shouldn't be out on the street.

But you know what?

I think if I'm here it's because I have
some mission to accomplish.

A cop and a missionary,
that's going to be a hit, Amanda.

If it's any consolation,
this pisses me off more than you.

-Do you have anything else to say?
-No.

Fucking great.

Torres, lock him up.

Come on, Ezequiel.

Let's celebrate!

To Irene. And to your new life.

-Cheers.
-Cheers!

Cheers!

-Apple juice. Wild party!
-What a buzz!

It's not a good idea to get drunk.

I'm getting married
and we have a lot to do.

Oh, that's right.
I'm going to talk to the volunteers.

See if they help us decorate.

It's going to be
the most beautiful wedding.

Tirso! Are you here to see the girl dance?

Oh, you missed her. She was fantastic.

What is it?

Tente was killed.

Sanchís, we need to talk.

I have some bad news for you.

You bastard…

Are you going to raise
the price of beer again?

As if you paid for it. It's not that, man.
Besides, I already explained that to you.

I don't raise it, they raise it to me.
It's called inflation.

Inflation. Inflation my ass.

What do you want to tell me then?

I am leaving.
I'm going to hand over the bar.

Don't fuck with me, Pepe.

And you tell me just like that,
from one day to the next?

-Who are you handing the bar over to?
-Gladys.

Gladys?

Okay, then…

"Okay then"?

I can see how it's hurting
knowing I'm leaving.

Of course it hurts me, Pepe. It hurts me.

But Gladys, at least she's a good person.

And a great cook.

Look at him, he's even happy, the bastard!

Thirty years of friendship,
I tell you I'm leaving

and all you can think about
is the damn arepas. Come on!

Don't get angry, Pepe.
I'm not happy, dude. How can I be happy?

There he goes. He's like a little boy!

Fuck.

-Santi!
-Dad?

Dad! Down here!

Dad!

-Santi! Oh, my God.
-Dad!

-Dad!
-What happened?

-Ezequiel did it.
-Ezequiel?

-Did he hurt you?
-No. He didn't do anything to me.

He caught me off guard. Release me.

-Go on, tell me.
-Dad, he came for the guns.

The weapons are here, Santi.

I don't understand
why he hasn't taken them.

Where are the wrenches that were here?

And the shovels?

-Well…
-Lots of things are missing here.

It's true.

It wasn't Ezequiel, Santi.

We have been robbed, and that's all.

We need to call the insurance company.

And why didn't they take the guns?

They probably didn't want trouble.

Jesus, Dad. This sucks, huh?

It's the second time I've been locked
in here all night and nobody noticed.

Doesn't anybody care about me or what?

Don't be a drama queen.

I haven't slept all night.

Tente was killed.

What?

Fuck.

Because of the guns?

Is it our fault?

If those thieves saw the guns,
we'd better get rid of them.

Of course. Sure. So what do we do now?

I don't know.
I need to think and get some rest.

How are you doing?

Well, I've had
the scariest time of my life.

I've been tied to this chair all night.

And now I feel like shit
because a kid died because of us.

Otherwise, it's fine.

I am glad. You will have to do
an inventory of what they have taken.

I was being ironic, Dad.

I wasn't.

-Hands up!
-Easy.

She's with me.

Come on, come with me.

Go inside.

Give me a minute, then we'll start.

-Hello?
-You're a real bitch.

I saved your life when you were a child,
I saved your life.

I brought you back so you could rule
and this is how you pay me back?

First you sell me to Romero
and now you got me in jail?

They were going to kill you.

Romero gave the fucking order.
I'm saving your fucking life.

The only place you're safe right now
is in jail.

I'm doing it for you.

You better save your fucking mother
and leave me alone!

Don't do anything for me,

I don't need to be in jail
because you're afraid of Romero, damn it.

Well, you should.

Because as soon as you are out,
you're a dead man.

I'd rather die outside than live in here.
Get me out now.

I can't protect you outside.

Go protect your fucking mother.

Get me out of here!

Good.

Sit on the other side, please.

Okay, well.

As we discussed,
we'll pretend I had something against you

and you were forced to give Ezequiel away.

No one will know you did it voluntarily.

I'm holding up my end of the bargain,
so you do the same.

Sign the statement.

I have no idea what you're talking about
and I don't know who Ezequiel is.

So I'm not going to sign this shit.

Is this a joke?

Do you see me laughing?

Look, you little bitch. I just put one
of my best friends in jail because of you.

So you are signing that statement
no matter what, you hear me?

If we were outside on the street,
I'd break your fucking arm.

But I won't give you a head start.

I'm not signing anything.

You have no idea what you are doing.

You are making a very nasty enemy.

I am in charge of this police station now.

And I'm here to stay.

So I'll see you around, gorgeous.

Hi, Grandpa.

-How are you?
-I'm tired.

Grandma told me about Tente.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Such a shock.

Yeah.

I know maybe this is not
the best time to tell you,

but I don't know if you know that--

That you've been accepted
into that dance company.

Yes, I know.

I know you oppose me going to Paris, but--

No. I don't oppose you going to Paris.

I oppose that you act on a whim.

I oppose your heart outweighing your head.

Because all the bad decisions
you've made in your life,

you've made without thinking it through,
with your gut.

But the best ones too.

You are all heart, Irene.

If you weren't like that,

you would never have ended up
living with a grumpy old man like me.

And I would have missed
all this time with you.

That's why…

If your heart tells you to go to Paris…

you should listen to it.

I'm going to miss you.

And you will miss me too, I know.
At least a little bit.

Don't let the door hit you

-where the good Lord split you.
-Where the good Lord split you.

I am very sorry
about what happened to Tente.

Are you okay?

If I hadn't opened this place,
Tente would be alive.

And his cousin too.

Tirso is right.
I have brought nothing but trouble.

What are you talking about, Maica? No!

Look at me.
You have brought us hope, happiness, joy.

-Death.
-No.

Death was already here before you arrived.

This site is a disaster, Nelson.

How arrogant I've been, haven't I?
And how naive.

To think I could change the world.

I can't change anything!

You changed my life, Maica.

You gave me a job.
A reason to get up every morning.

You made me want to be like you.

Like me?

A selfish woman?

Who was just looking for an excuse
to get her family back.

But it's over.

What? You're not thinking
of shutting this down?

Not one more kid is going to die
so that I can feel at peace with myself.

Are you going to surrender?
Maica, listen to me.

Those kids need you.
The neighborhood needs you.

The neighborhood.

The neighborhood cannot be saved.

Are you serious? Really?

Are you going to run away again?

Are you going to let everyone down again?

Tirso was right.

You're nothing but a coward.

-Move.
-Take him.

Get in the car and don't mess it up.
Or you'll get knifed. Come on.

Come on.

Hello, my love.

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

We are getting married later, honey.
The wedding still needs to be organized.

-We don't have a restaurant.
-What?

The people from Fogón de Carlota
have an event

and they can't feed so many of us.

I've asked for snacks at the foundation,
but they can't even help us with that.

Well, I'll think about it and if I think
of something I'll call you, okay?

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

anything at all, call me ASAP.

Bye, love.

I can think of a restaurant.

-Uh?
-I said I can think of a restaurant.

Oh, right. Sure.

You see, Pepe, we had thought
of something more fashionable.

What do you want, some of those
small dishes that keep you hungry?

I can make you some tiny croquettes
you will hardly see.

No, no. Not croquettes.

No, no, Pepe. Really.

I mean, your recipes,
they are great for the day-to-day.

But, for a special occasion…

Good morning! Jimena, dear.

Gladys.

-How are the wedding preparations going?
-Oh, I'm so nervous.

Do you want me to cook you something?

Oh, you're working as a cook here?
I thought it was only for a day.

-As a cook and as a boss.
-How so?

I haven't been telling everyone
because your father still doesn't know.

But it's true, I'm transferring
the bar to her. I'm going back to Cádiz.

-He's so sad.
-Really?

-Congratulations! Great news, right?
-Thank you! Yeah, I'm happy.

Hey! I could cook you something
for the wedding if you want.

Some catering, I don't know.

Of course!

Oh, please, what a good idea!
What can you prepare for us to snack on?

Whatever you want.
Come on, let's get down to business.

You already know all my Colombian dishes.
And the Cuban ones, but…

I'll be damned.

Don't get angry, man.

Don't give a shit, because you are not
going to be around much longer.

Hey, Missionary,
how is your missionary life going?

Don't fuck with me, Ezequiel.

That little girl backing out
doesn't mean what she told me was a lie.

A sweet little doll tells you a story
and you believe it?

Well, that story was very detailed.
And it made sense.

It makes perfect sense,

but the puppeteer who pulls
the strings for that sweet little doll,

you have him at this station
but it's not me.

Who is it, Romero?

Take your time to figure it out.

Shit.

-How are you doing, my love?
-Tired.

But you guys seem to be determined
not to let me sleep.

It's just that… I was with Jimena
discussing the wedding dinner

and all of a sudden
she told me about the boy.

Why didn't you tell me anything, my love?

She told me they killed him
in front of you.

Well, I've seen a lot of people
die in front of me.

More than I'd like.

I'm used to it.

Tirso, it's me.

You don't have to play
the green beret with me.

Tell me how you really are, my love.

That boy…

He was a good boy.

But he didn't have an easy time.

And I took away his only support in life.

I killed Nata.

And now he's been killed. So I'm…

No, I'm not okay.

My love, did you know that I like you
just the way you are, hm?

But you have a bad habit
of taking on everyone's problems.

No one can stand that.

My love, it's not your responsibility
to save everyone.

Besides, it's not your fault
if someone suffers either.

You have to learn to take a step back.

Or else you're the one
who's going to suffer.

And I'm not going to allow that.
Do you hear me?

Thanks.

If you start running, I'll shoot you.

Tell me something,
are you trying to fuck with me?

You're the one
who started with all the cuddling.

What were you doing
at the station talking to the cops?

I have the same question, what was I doing
at the station this morning, huh?

I thought you had your people
under control.

Ezequiel was also supposed
to be dead by now.

We ambushed him, that cop showed up,
arrested him and fucked it all up.

This morning she wanted me to give her
something against him, happy?

No. Because what you told her
can't have been of any use.

Ezequiel is back on the street.

Well…

Oh, my goodness.

Kill him now.

Fuck you!

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

I kill Ezequiel, you control your people
and Entrevías is mine,

but it turns out
you don't control fucking shit.

The station is no longer yours,
it belongs to that chick.

You think I'm dumb or what?
You wanted to trick me?

You're a piece of shit!

And you don't have anything
that interests me!

If you want to kill Ezequiel,
do it yourself!

Fuck off now!

This is Tirso Abantos.

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

I have something to tell you.

The weapons that everyone is looking for…
I have them.

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

It's a long story.
But I don't want any more trouble.

I'd better give them to you
and be done with this.

Of course. I'm on my way to your store,
I'll meet you there in a minute.

Dulce.

Fuck, man. Unbelievable.

You see, I may have something
you're interested in.

Move!

Get off me.

-We'll put him in here.
-You're going to rot, murderer.

Come on.

Come on, inside.

Inside!

You'll rot in here, you bastard.

Help!

Help!

Help!

I don't know where Nelson is.

When it's time to pitch in,
people disappear.

I brought the van.

-You take it, honey. It's a little heavy.
-Give it here.

Fuck me.

I found them almost by chance.

It wasn't right to keep them,
but I couldn't trust anyone.

Not even some policemen, you know.

Yeah. I hear you,
but not all cops are the same.

Yeah.

Tirso. You are a good man.

You did it with the best intentions,
so let's handle this discreetly.

Just to keep you out of trouble.

Sure, yeah.

Thanks.

-See you soon.
-See you soon.

Well, if it isn't the bride.
Well, one of the brides.

Got five minutes?

That's longer than it took you
to plan the wedding.

Very funny.

Look, it's about the murder of this kid,
Vicente Ruiz.

Tente.

-Do you already know who killed him?
-No. No.

Only that they waited for you
near your house and then followed you.

It seems strange.

Did anyone know the boy
was staying at your house?

Well, no one.

Well, Maica and my family knew.

And no one else knew?

Well, Commissioner Romero knew too.

Romero? How so?

I went to see him
to ask for protection for the boy. Why?

No, no reason, no reason at all.

Thank you very much, Father-in-Law.
See you at the ceremony.

See you there.

-Hello?
-Dulce!

I got what you wanted.
Where shall we meet?

Do you know the old marble warehouse?

-See you there in 20 minutes.
-Okay.

Grandpa. Who is that man?

-That one? Why are you asking?
-It was him who took Nelson.

The day he disappeared,
when he was beaten up.

What are you talking about, Irene?
Are you sure? That man is a cop.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Tirso, we need to talk.

No, not now, Pepe.

I am transferring the bar.
I am going back to Cádiz.

Pepe, I don't have time
for this right now!

But, Tirso!

-Did you tell him?
-Yeah.

And how did he take it?

Terribly, he's in denial.

Sure.

Godfather.

You and I have a pending conversation,
don't you think?

-You tell me.
-This is over.

We are not a real family.

-Oh, really?
-No.

Family is fucking bullshit.
I'm telling you from experience.

And what I'm not going to allow is
for you to grab me by the balls,

so you're going to give it back to me.

The little gun
you killed the cop with, right?

You could have used it against me.

But what happened?

You were such a bitch
you thought it was too much, right?

For killing a cop you get 30 years,
and I didn't think it was right.

I had no idea. Can you give it to me?

You're right, I'm a bitch.
But you're wrong about one thing.

About what?

For me, you are my only family,
even if it's fucking bullshit.

This is the last time
I'm going to spare your life, you hear me?

Get the fuck out of here!

You're a little busy yourself, yeah?

Get the fuck out, you piece of shit!

Where do you have them?

Let's get to it.

Motherfucker.

Easy, pretty girl.
Look, let's do one thing.

You'll take only half.

And the other half
once you've killed Ezequiel.

Mom, is everything all right?

You look a little sad.

Don't talk nonsense.

How can I be sad
on the day my daughter gets married?

Look at her! Here she comes!

-We are here!
-Hi, honey!

About time, huh? We need help here.

-I'm so nervous!
-Listen.

The guys are looking for you
to check on the chair decorations.

-They're in the warehouse. Hurry, go.
-Sure!

-Hi, honey!
-Hi!

-Hi!
-How are you doing?

Hello!

Where's Nelson? I called him earlier
and he wasn't picking up.

-I thought he was here, but…
-I have no idea.

We had an argument and he left.
I haven't seen him since this morning.

I have. On my way here I saw him leaving
in a car with some guys.

-With some guys? What guys?
-Yeah…

I don't know,
they were in an old car, a bit chavvy.

They looked weird,
but people here are weird.

Santi, wouldn't they be
Uncle Rafael's people?

Who's Uncle Rafael?

The patriarch.
The one who lives in the gypsy settlement.

Given the way they looked, probably yes.

Maica, who is that?
Who did my son go with?

-Ezequiel?
-I just sent you some pictures.

Some pictures?

They won't make you too horny,
you can see Romero's asshole in them.

What is this?

This is the puppeteer
pulling the strings of Dulce,

of the gang members,
of the weapons, of all the neighborhood.

-Oh, ye of little faith.
-Where are you?

I am at the old marble company.
They are both here.

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

Jiménez, Antuña, López!
Put on your vests and come with me. Now!

I tried to convince him,
but he didn't want you to worry.

How could I not worry? He is my son.

Oh, my God. We have to call the police.

No! We can't.

The one who took him to those people
when they beat him up was a policeman.

I don't care.

We call Amanda, Ezequiel, Tirso…
I don't mind.

We have to find Nelson.

Very well. That's all for now.

Okay, then. When I've fulfilled my end
of the bargain, you'll hear about it.

Son of a bitch.

Shit. Grandpa won't pick up.

Well, Ezequiel? He just hung up on me!

The people at the station say Amanda is
on an operation. On her wedding day!

What do we do now?

I don't know, but we have to do something.

We have to go there,
they may be killing him now.

No. I won't allow it.

That's not going to happen again.
Especially not to Nelson.

Sanchís, get the van ready.
We're going to the settlement.

To the settlement?
To do what? To get killed?

I'm coming with you.
Santi, look after Víctor.

But listen, it's very dangerous.

Are you driving or am I?

But Gladys. Huh? Please, Gladys.

Wait a minute! What about Jimena?

It's her wedding day. Don't tell her.
Until we get more information.

Yeah, well, but…
Then what the hell do I tell her?

What a mess.

Fucking rats always sticking their noses
in every hole, huh?

You know? I should have shot you
the day I met you. Yeah.

But I let myself get fooled. And for what?

So I'd end up shooting you today.

Goodbye, Ezequiel.

Romero!

-What the hell are you doing here?
-The question is what are you doing here?

I have come to arrest
this corrupt piece of shit.

Tirso. Put down that shotgun
before you get into trouble.

Don't listen to him, he was going
to kill me, the police are on their way.

They're coming to arrest him.

If you put that gun down,
Tirso, he'll kill us both right here.

You really think anyone will believe
your fucking lies?

Tirso, do you remember that conversation?

Someone from my police station
was taking weapons

out of the warehouse
to give them to the gang members.

Tirso knows for a fact that it was you.

He gave me a picture of you
with that gang member.

You mean the one you gave
half of the weapons I gave you?

You got caught red-handed, Romero.

It's true. I gave them to her.

It was the price for having him
on a silver platter.

And you know what? I paid it gladly.
This son of a bitch killed my partner.

Hey! Stop right there.

Tirso, you know…

I'm not the straightest cop in the world,

but you know I'm not capable
of doing something like that.

You are the biggest liar
I have ever met in my life.

But you are much worse.

You're a son of a bitch
who has taken advantage of my good will.

Put the gun on the ground
or I'll blow your head off.

You're fucking up.
Tirso, you are fucking up big time.

I don't like to repeat myself.

Jesus, Tirso, for a moment I thought
you didn't believe a fucking word I said.

And I don't believe you,
if you move I'll beat you down.

I don't believe either of you.

Let's wait here, the three of us,
quietly, until Amanda arrives.

Fine with me.

That shotgun…

-Did you take it from my car?
-What the hell do you care?

Yeah, I do care, yes.

Because if it's one of the guns
you gave me…

it's out of ammo.

No, it isn't.

Run, Ezequiel, run!

No ammo? You wanted to use
your two fucking balls as ammo or what?

What did you want me to take
from his trunk? The warning triangle?

Hide wherever you want!

You're not leaving alive.

Holy shit, we're dead, Tirso.

Right now we are dead. Damn it.

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

The bad thing is
that I have to die with you.

-Cut the bullshit, think!
-Shut up!

Listen.

If we let him get any closer,

we'll each come out from different sides
and jump on him.

Hopefully he'll only kill one of us
and the other one will make it.

Okay.

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

It works for me.

-On the count of three, we go out.
-Okay.

Here everybody lies, everybody lies.
You wanted to trick me!

And you me!

What the hell do we do?

What the hell do we do?

You know you're a son of a bitch?

You're alive, right?

Well, don't complain then.

-Where are you going?
-We've come to talk to Uncle Rafael.

Here I am! So, what do you want from me?

We've come for Nelson.
We know your men have taken him.

I don't know who you are talking about.
Get out of here.

Nobody's getting out of here
until I know where my son is.

Out of here.

-Don't touch me.
-No pushing.

I already told you.
They're not very talkative.

What did they do with my son?

-Nelson! Where's Nelson?
-Irene…

Nelson!

Where is he? Nelson!

-Nelson!
-Irene!

I'm here, Irene!

It's Nelson! I just heard him.

-It's Nelson! I just heard him.
-Hey, come on.

Don't you touch me!

-Irene!
-I want to know what you did with my son.

-Out.
-What did you do to him?

Either you hand him over to us
or I call the police right now.

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

Here, Irene!

Irene!

Here, help!

You are talking about an attempted murder.

Is your testimony your only evidence?

You have a warehouse
full of bullet shells.

And I assure you
they're not from target practice.

Get the fuck off me!

It's a fucking order.

You're making a mistake. They're the ones
who should be arrested, not me.

These sons of bitches
tried to fucking kill me.

He'll go straight to jail, I guess.

Well, I would love to say yes, Tirso,

but he is a commissioner.

His word is worth a lot,
and he has contacts.

In this country, we criminals
get out of jail 15 minutes after going in.

Look at us.

Let's take your statement at the station.

-Okay.
-I'll get the car.

Ezequiel. Come here for a second.

I want to tell you something.

I'm getting married.

With me?

Shit…

Yes. And…

It's an intimate ceremony
with family and friends, that's all.

And…

And I'd like to invite you.

If you don't hate me too much.

I'll be there.

See you at the police station.

Check out that little vest, huh?

Help!

-Irene!
-Tell him to shut up, or I'll shut him up.

Bastard… Cousin.

-Fix it.
-What are you going to do to him?

-Please…
-Nothing, just tell him to shut up.

But what am I going to do
with you women now?

I am a man.

Since he can't see us…

What you're going to do is let us go.

Or are you going to kill us all? Huh?

That boy is a murderer.

He killed my nephew Sandro.

Uncle Rafael, listen to me.

I ask your forgiveness
for everything my son has done.

Believe me, when Nelson did that,
I hated him too.

And he is my son.

But he is a good man now.

He has a family, he has a job.

I'm asking you, please, I'm begging you…
Let him go, please.

I'm begging you, please. Please.

He's the father of my child!

Of a newborn baby, please.

I don't care.

That boy has to pay.

That's enough.

I'm sick to death of people like you.

Violent people who only know
how to solve problems

by fighting, by shooting!

This neighborhood is a mess.

Kids are killing each other.

And all that happens
because of people like you.

I came to this neighborhood
to set up a foundation.

To get kids off the street.

To change their lives.

But… how the hell
are we gonna change anything?

So you're… the crazy lady
from the foundation?

Yes, I'm the…

I'm the crazy lady
from the foundation, yes.

Well, I'll tell you something:

that's not a bad place.

My granddaughter, Soraya,
who is a loose cannon,

has been there, at the foundation.

And now she tells me
she wants to be a nurse.

I know Soraya. She is a bright girl.

-Yeah.
-She'll become whatever she wants in life.

That's what I want too.

For my people to be happy.

That they live a good life.

And that no one can disrespect them
for who we are.

What do you think?

I understand that.

But you don't get that
by shooting people dead.

You! Come on, get out.

You're going home.

Mom?

-Mom?
-Nelson!

-Oh, my love…
-Mom.

-Irene?
-What did they do to you?

Irene?

What did they do to you, my love? Oh.

Look at me.

Shit…

Jero, Mercedes.

How are you?

-Hello!
-Hi, how are you?

Good to see you!

-How is the real estate business?
-Great.

I'm sure you won't miss me at all.
Well, come in, please, come in.

-Thanks a lot.
-Please sit down.

Santi, please, where is everybody?
Didn't you say they were about to arrive?

We have 20 minutes
and no family members have arrived.

-Okay, Jimena, I'll tell you.
-Don't scare me. Something happened?

-I think they have a surprise for you.
-Oh, please! So many surprises.

-I'll have a heart attack.
-Let's do something.

Go get dressed. We don't want the bride
to find you dressed like this.

And relax, you're a little stressed.

How am I supposed to be, Santi?
How am I supposed to be? Please.

Shit…

Oh, Pepe! For God's sake,
nobody's picking up the phone.

Have you heard from Nelson?
Did you talk to Gladys, Sanchís, anyone?

Me? Who do you want me to talk to?
Nobody cares about me.

Did I tell you I'm selling the bar
and I'm going to Cádiz?

Oh, Pepe, really.
This is not the right time, huh?

That woman works for me.

I'm supplying her with material
to infiltrate a gang.

A covert operation, we call it.

"Covert Operation" my ass.

Don't you believe me? Call the ministry.

Ask for Saavedra.
He will explain what this is all about.

Saavedra is the friend
you think will get you out of this?

He really must owe you.

I'm taking you down.

Those two sons of bitches will pay
for what they did to me.

Tirso, I'm busy.

Santi called,
they are waiting at the foundation.

You were getting married in five minutes.

-Jesus, the wedding…
-You're getting married today?

Well, you can go ahead.

Before the ceremony is over,
I'll be at home.

We'll see about that.

I can't leave the case unresolved.

If you stand my daughter up,

you're going to face a bigger case,
a murder case.

I will speak to a colleague.

Inspector, we found this in Romero's car.
It's Linares's.

Have you checked it?

Yeah.

-Just a second.
-Damn it, Amanda.

Son of a bitch,
I'm going to put you in jail.

-And how are you supposed to do that?
-Very easily.

The boys just found this gun
in the glove compartment of your car.

You know who it belonged to?
Deputy Inspector Linares.

Coincidentally, it's the gun
that was used to kill him.

It was you, you son of a bitch.

Motherfucker!

I'm gonna kill you!

Let go of me!

I'm gonna finish you!

I swear I'm gonna finish you!

Let go of me!

Hold him there until he calms down,
and then put him in jail.

Shit.

Let's go, I'm late for my wedding.

I'm going to finish you,
I swear I'm going to finish you!

Come on.

-Sanchís!
-Come on.

Come on.

What is it?

-Calm down…
-They're coming.

They're coming!

Music! Music, please!

Lights!

Where the hell have you come from?

What about you?

Let's go. We'll talk later.
I'm late for my wedding.

Damn, they are already
playing the wedding march.

Come on, let's go!

What… what happened? Who did this?

Mom, are you okay?

Sure, I'm great.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Are you okay?

Everything is fine.

Take it easy.

Calm down, huh?

I can't walk my daughter down the aisle
because she's already at the altar.

But you're going to become
my daughter too.

Sure.

Will you put a ring on my daughter
or will you shoot her?

-Oops!
-Give it to me, come on.

I'm sorry, daughter.

You look so beautiful!

What's that?

-What's what?
-Your nose.

It's nothing.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

-Okay…
-Sorry for… For my look.

No! I'm into tough girls.

Shall we get started?

Yes, please!

Amanda, Jimena…

Mr. Saavedra is waiting for you.

POLICE STATION

Thanks for getting me out.

Don't get too excited.

You wanted to talk? You have five minutes.

Then you go back in there.

I'm fucking innocent.

That son of a bitch
Ezequiel Fandiño has screwed me.

But I swear my name is Antonio Romero
and I'll get even with him.

We've already saved your neck many times.

You always screw everything up. Always.

This time in a big way, too.

If you abandon me,
I'll confess everything.

I'll confess and mention everything
I've done for you and for the minister.

Go ahead. Do it.

Let's see who'll believe you.

They'll just see a corrupt man
who'll do anything to avoid jail.

That's all.

No.

You can't abandon me now, not…

Not after all I've done for you.

This conversation is over. I'm sorry.

Have a good time… in jail.

It's your boss. I think… he ate something
that made him feel sick. I think…

Sir?

Man wounded by firearm…

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

accompanying you in such a happy
and important moment of your lives.

-So you're leaving?
-So it seems.

How can you do this to me,
for fuck's sake?

Do you really care if I leave?

You know Gladys is keeping the bar.

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

What am I going to do without you?

Damn, Pepe.

I didn't know you were one of those…
who cry at weddings, huh?

I'm thinking…

I have an idea.

Maybe we can create new courses

so that the kids can learn
how to organize events.

But… you're leaving the neighborhood,
aren't you?

You're shutting down the foundation.

I changed my mind a little.

You don't know how glad I am.

What's wrong, my love?

Nothing. I'm going to miss you.

You. Mom, Grandpa…

How will we be able to live
so far away from you?

No, don't think about that.

Just think that you're going
to fulfill a dream.

You'll see everything will turn out great.
You'll have a great time there.

Don't be sad, my love. Okay?

-It's the dance company.
-Answer!

-Pick it up, run! Quickly!
-Answer the phone!

Yes?

Yes, it's me!

What? I don't understand,
how come I'm not going to Paris?

But… you loved the way I danced…

And that's right.

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

And we would like you to be part of it.

Wait… here, in Madrid?

I could dance here?

I pronounce you bound in marriage.

You may kiss each other.

Congratulations, Irene.

I can't believe it…

Are you crying?

No… I mean, yes,
but I'm crying from happiness.

I love you.

I love you.

Ezequiel!

I told you…

I told you I'd finish you.

Everybody down!

Amanda!

Amanda, are you okay?

-Dad!
-Tirso!

-How are you?
-Sit down.

-Honey.
-Press here.

No!

Irene!

I'll take her with me.

You're not going anywhere with her.

An ambulance. Call an ambulance!

-Yes!
-Everything okay?

Yeah…

Is anyone hurt?

Hello, I need an ambulance.

Didn't you want an unforgettable day?

I'd rather look at the photos.

Drop the gun or I'll kill her.

Irene…

Grandpa…

Grandpa…

I told you to drop the gun, damn it!

If I drop it, you'll kill me.

And you'll take her away.

It's possible, yes.

But it's the only chance
you have that she won't die.

No…

My girl.

I'm going to count to three.

One…

Two…

Okay!

I'm dropping the gun.

Here you have me.

No!

Irene!

Irene.

Irene.

An ambulance. Call an ambulance.

I'm afraid.

Don't worry, I'm here.

I don't want to die.

You won't die.

I won't let you die.

I'll get you out of this, as I always do.

I will not fail you, Irene.

I will not fail you.

Grandpa…

No.

No…

No…

No!