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- Melilla's police is looking for you. - I know.

Tell me if you know where the Mexican is so I can call my men.

Here I am.

He ran and killed a Civil Guard officer, a Jaime Gutierrez Solana.

Gallego came for you. Your luck is changing, Mexicana.

I'm not interested in her as a woman.

We didn't start well last time. Let's better start again from zero.

Stop the car!

Guero.

It's clear there is no life for me if La Mexicana is around.

She just saved the little bit of life you have left.

It's you I want to be with. The rest doesn't matter anymore.

Gallego traffics tobacco and hashish.

In Melilla, everything related to drug and immigrant traffic is ran by one man.

- Who? - Colonel Abdelkader Chaib.

Eventually all of us end up dead.

Everyone.

The story repeats again.

If you want to earn easy money I know how.

Say it.

With the illegal immigrant boats. The Colonel wants good pilots.

- It's good money. - I won't traffic in persons.

Don't be stubborn, Santiago. It's just a job.

Think about it.

No. You're wrong, Suleiman.

You can throw the hashish to the sea if you need, but not people.

Santiago, if you accept, the Colonel will be very grateful.

He'll let you traffic hashish later, right?

Think about it, Gallego. What do you say?

- Is everything ready? - Yes.

70.

- Kids also pay. - Of course they do. Of course.

Go away.

- Let's start boarding. - Yes, let's go.

So, Santiago? Will you pilot the boats?

- I won't, Suleiman. - You're so stubborn, Gallego.

Here's what I owe you.

I'll wait for you in the port at the usual time

so you can pick up the tobacco.

I can't even pay fuel with this.

- Let's go celebrate our misery. - To celebrate or visit La Mexicana?

Okay, both.

We should ask Suleiman about the boats.

Lalo, I told you we won't traffic in people. Get it?

You're so stubborn.

- How many do we have? - 63.

63, and 1500.

I'll trust you, okay?

Come on, quick.

Come on.

Hurry, don't you want to go to Spain? Come on! Hurry!

Two cold beers.

Santi, you should think about the boats. It sounds like a good business.

Mention it again and go back to Galicia.

We could meet Colonel Chaib.

Hi, handsome boys. Your beers.

They're cold.

Just like me, your friend Gallego pays me no attention.

- Leave me alone, you're the liar. - What's up with you?

We're talking business. Leave.

Santi...

If we want to get out of this misery, we need Colonel Chaib.

You heard Suleiman, that guy runs the hashish traffic

between Morocco and the Sun Coast.

- What's wrong with her? - You're wrong, Santiago!

I'll find it out.

What's wrong with you?

- Don't you know me anymore? - What do you want?

Why this change? This morning we...

This morning is over.

Come with me.

- What's wrong? - Come.

- You have a temper, like Galician. - I don't care what you think.

- I know what you do. - I don't get it.

I'm no fool, Santiago. Look at me.

Tell me you don't traffic drugs.

Teresa, calm down. Drugs are like sports for me. Only on weekends for fun.

Do you traffic hashish or not?

Yes.

So what? I also take tobacco to the peninsula.

- I hurt no one. - No. Only yourself.

We're all dying some day, okay?

But drug dealers carry a death sentence every time they go out on the streets.

I won't make plans with you, Santiago. Your days are numbered.

I wouldn't stand going through that again.

I can't, period.

I won't be a dealer's woman again. I can't.

Where is he?

- He got his money and went to the club. - Yes?

- Here's your part. - What?

Are you sure?

The coast guard got one of our boats.

They tried to run away but the boat capsized and most of them drowned.

- And the pilot? - Also dead.

I hate losing a pilot.

Of course.

It's difficult to find people who'll take the risk.

Now that I think about it, I have a pilot. He's very fast and experienced.

- He just needs convincing. - What's his name?

He's Santiago Fisterra. He must be near here.

Today you said his name. You called me Guero.

Is he the dealer? Your husband?

I won't talk about it.

Teresa.

You don't know what it's like to be chased.

Or not sleeping because you fear being shot any time.

You have no idea.

I saw his picture today. He was your husband.

Why would that matter? Guero is dead.

He's just a memory. Do you know who killed him?

His so-called dealer friends. They'll kill you too.

Sorry to interrupt. Teresa.

You're Santiago, right?

Yes.

They're looking for you.

- Tell Lalo that I... - It's not Lalo.

It's Colonel Abdelkader Chaib and Suleiman.

- How did he know I was here? - Your bigmouth friend.

- He can't keep quiet. - What does Suleiman want?

No idea, girl.

But Gallego could find out.

If you let him.

I don't need permission, idiot!

Calm down, colleague. Calm down.

Santiago...

Don't go.

Please don't go.

- What's wrong with you? - If you work with them you're a dead man.

Excuse me, Colonel. I told Santiago. He's coming.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Are you sure he's a good pilot?

The best. I know him well.

He's taken tobacco to Spain for me.

In Galicia he trafficked Colombian coke for the Perna clan.

Hi.

Ah, honey.

You're home. Yes, I'll go soon, okay?

Okay, see you.

My wife.

She's back from Madrid.

I'm leaving.

- See you. - Bye.

- Good night. - Good night.

What's wrong? Why does Marcelo have such a scared face?

- His wife is back home. - Really? His wife!

Hey, what's wrong? Why the long face?

One of the boats sank.

- Everyone died, the pilot too. - The pilot?

We lost one of our best men.

Okay, it's okay. Come on.

Why do you say I'm a dead man?

I don't know, it's a hunch. I just feel it.

Please don't go. Don't negotiate with those guys.

Just because they killed your Guero they won't kill me.

I'm not as stupid as him.

You don't get it.

He thought the same, that he'd never get killed

and nothing would happen. That's why he's buried now.

- He did something wrong. - Yes, he dreamt a lot.

Guero dreamt too much and negotiated with the wrong people,

and they killed him like a dog.

Don't you hear me?

You're wrong, Teresa. No woman tells me what to do!

You stay here crying for your dead ones, I'll go chase my future.

- Go rot, moron. - The other guy's rotten.

I'm more alive than I've ever been.

Yes?

Yes?

Mohamed?

Wait a second, I'll call her.

Fatima, the phone.

- For me? - Yes.

- Who? - From Morocco.

Yes, use the phone in the office. It's too noisy here.

Lalo...

He's the pilot I mentioned.

I'm Santiago Fisterra. You know my partner, Lalo Veiga.

Son. Son? Mohamed?

What's wrong, Mohamed?

Don't cry. Don't cry. Stop...

You must be with mom...

Man, what a pleasure. The most famous Moroccan Colonel.

Enough.

Let's go to the point.

I heard you're an excellent pilot.

- I want you to pilot one of my boats. - He's the best pilot in Spain.

No one's faster or knows the routes to the Sun Coast better.

So? Do you accept?

Man, it's a privilege to be chosen by the Colonel.

You know few people work for him.

You wanted to meet him, right?

The time to increase your luck has come.

Your bank account too.

What do you say?

Fatima, what's wrong?

What happened to you?

Fatima, what's wrong? What happened?

Teresa, my boy...

- He's alone in Temsia. - Where's that?

In Morocco, near Agadir. It's Fati's town.

It seems my aunt died, and I have no one to take care of him,

and I can't bring him here with me.

- Why can't he be with you? - Her ID card is fake.

She's here illegally.

I can't go back to Morocco, Teresa.

Why?

Don't you get it?

In Morocco, prostitution is a very serious crime.

I had asked Suleiman to talk to you.

But about other thing.

I see.

Do you want to talk about money?

What we're talking is not your business.

- It's my job. - Go away.

Bad people. I'm leaving.

5000 euros per trip.

5000 in one hour. Do you hear, Santiago? It's what we make--

I like my numbers clear, Colonel.

I want to make a living doing what I know, moving hash or coke.

But transporting people? No, Colonel. I don't traffic in human beings.

I became a mom at 14.

In my country religion is very different.

I even got spat on the streets.

But I was lucky and escaped before going to jail.

I ended up here, in Melilla.

I came looking for something better for my son and me.

Look what I found.

Now he's alone with some neighbors I don't even know,

and if they get mad...

Fatima, mad about what?

What do you mean?

It's a long story, girls.

My brother was a rebel and...

He ran away.

One night they entered my house and...

They raped me in front of him and killed him.

That's why I was a mom at 14.

But my Mohamed is my reason to fight every day.

If they learn he's the son of one of them, they'll take him forever.

Do you get it now?

If you help me with the immigrant business for one or two years,

then we can talk about more important work.

A house is never built from the roof, Santiago.

5000 in one hour, Santiago! It's the chance we wanted.

I don't get why we must beg him-- He's not the only pilot in Melilla.

- He's the best one. - Hush.

Suleiman, how much do you pay them to transport tobacco?

5000 a month, but only when they make more than 10 trips.

Very well.

I'll raise my offer one last time.

8000 euros per trip.

We're talking about 100,000 euros a month.

What do you say?

Take it or leave it.

You'd be the best paid pilot in all of Melilla, and Morocco.

I need to think about it, Colonel. I don't like human trafficking.

Come on!

Okay.

Suleiman will wait for your answer in the dock tomorrow.

What did you do?

We need to bring that boy immediately.

But what about the documents? We can't.

Then we'll have to hide him.

That's what us Mexicans do.

- Hiding. - No, Teresa...

Look, the only one who can help us here is Dris.

I asked him and he said I have to work for him another year.

After what happened... he won't do it.

Let me talk to him. Let me talk to him. You'll see that I'll convince him.

I want to talk to you.

We have nothing to talk. I told you what I had to.

You didn't listen to me and negotiated with them.

Do whatever you want, but leave me alone.

- I want to talk. - Let me go.

I'm not used to women talking like this to me.

Well, I'm not used to men not having the guts to say "no."

How much did they offer? A lot?

- What's your price, Santiago? - That's none of your business.

You know what? You're valuable to them now.

When you're dead you'll be worth nothing.

The difference is that to me you're worth nothing already.

Yes.

Santiago! No one gets you, colleague.

You change your mind so much. Why didn't you accept?

- I don't want to talk about it. - We need to buy a factory.

We live in a lousy inn here, and in Argentina we lived in one too.

- We could earn 100,000 euros a month. - I told you I'll think about it.

There's nothing to think. It could be too late tomorrow.

You heard the bar owner. Colonel Abdelkader is important here.

I don't care about him, the bar owner, La Mexicana, you, or anyone!

There it is.

It's because of La Mexicana.

- I think we should do another... - Another what?

Something else. Gallego won't do it.

Everyone has a price, Dris. We know what Gallego's is.

He'll accept those 100,000 euros, don't worry.

Calm down.

Teresa...

Why don't you sit with us?

How are you, Colonel?

- What had we said? - How are you, Abdelkader?

See? It takes longer but sounds better.

I don't know if you've met... This is Suleiman.

- Nice to meet you. Teresa Mendoza. - I have seen you around.

But you never looked at me, pretty. My pleasure.

Suleiman...

- Mr. Dris. - What?

- Can we talk for a moment? - I can't right know. I'm with my friends.

- If it wasn't important-- - For you or for me?

Come on, Dris. The girl is asking you to chat.

To talk. In a very polite way.

Don't treat a lady like that.

Teresa.

How can he be so stubborn? Where's my beer?

- What are you looking at, filthy girl? - You're handsome when you're mad.

Forget it. I won't fall this time.

Look...

If you stop being angry at me...

I could even give you a free sample.

Really?

Oh, Lalo.

I said "maybe".

No, let's see. This is my business, okay?

My business is a club.

This is not a charity to help people on the streets.

Fatima knows if she wants to have her boy here,

she has to work another year for me. Am I clear?

I know, I don't want to interfere.

I'm just saying a boy is alone in Morocco with no one to look after him.

It's an emergency.

Look, business and compassion don't work well together, Mexicana.

I don't care about Fatima's issue, she knew what she was doing

when she left him in Morocco.

All I can do is give her a week to try to solve her problems. That's it.

That's all I can do.

Hey, what's up with Gallego?

Why?

I've seen the way you look at each other. I want no problems in my bar.

Geez, I don't understand her.

I won't be a dealer's woman again. I can't.

You don't know what it's like to be chased.

Or not sleeping because you fear being shot any time.

You have no idea.

The difference is that to me you're worth nothing already.

You can stay if you want.

Then...

Can I bring my toothbrush?

For when I come visit you.

Your words are a scream. I despair in your absence.

Like pen and paper, I'm imprinting my love and your essence.

Between you and me there's marks with no hotels or four winds.

Between you and me, only a soul and two bodies.

Between you and me... My heart.

I want you to control tonight's deal.

Once it's over just call me on the phone. Okay?

Do you want to ask me something, Teresa? Why don't you have a drink with me?

- I need to ask you a favor. - Tell me.

It's for my friend Fatima.

I need you to help bring her son to Morocco.

- With fake documents-- - What's wrong with you, Mexicana?

- I'm just asking something. - What is it?

- Come on, Dris. It was nothing. - No, I heard what she said.

The problem is she doesn't respect me. I'm the boss here.

She asked me that before and I told her that it can't be.

She thinks she can do whatever she wants but I'm the boss here. Is that clear?

You won't treat me like another one of your girls.

You're the owner here, but respect me.

- Give me my jacket. - What is it now?

- What is she doing? Teresa... - I lost, Dris.

You lost. Teresa, come here.

Teresa...

Teresa!

Teresa!

Teresa, come here. Teresa, where are you going?

Teresa...

Dris... Dris, what happened?

I don't know what happened!

Since she's with Gallego she does pure nonsense!

Why are you here? Go inside and work. Now!

I'm sorry about your problem, Fatima.

La Mexicana told me.

Please help me.

I can't even if I wanted.

Dris was very clear with Teresa.

But you're an important man. You have a lot of power.

I can't fight with my partner to help you.

Bye, my girl.

Dry your tears.

It's you I want to be with. The rest doesn't matter anymore.

I'll forget you right now, Gallego.

The Grey hour. This is the hour in which I'll die some day.

A moment that's neither night nor day.

Come in.

- Hi, Fatima. Come in. - Hi, Tere.

- Carmela told me you wanted to see me. - Yes, come in.

- Do you have guests? - Yes, you.

I did the closest I could to Mexican eggs, with tortilla and what I could find.

Have a seat.

Teresa, I appreciate everything, but...

I'm not hungry.

I'm so worried about my Mohamed.

I can't eat, or talk, or anything.

- You couldn't sleep, right? - I couldn't sleep at all last night.

I know how you feel.

- What have you thought? - Nothing.

All I did was cry.

Crying doesn't help us.

Fatima, I've been thinking.

- We'll go get your son. - What?

We'll go get your son.

I've been looking for you.

What? Are you still angry?

I couldn't sleep, thinking about the business.

And Teresa.

That chick messed with your head.

If you had seen how mad she was when you left.

Imagine, she left the bar's owner mid-sentence.

Do you know what he said?

That La Mexicana is like that because she's crazy about you.

- Crazy? About me? - Yes.

Girl, have you gone completely mad? Two women crossing the border alone?

Do you know nothing about Morocco?

I know what I need to know.

It's in the border and in Africa, right?

Oh, my girl... Look, Morocco is a Muslim territory.

Our laws are very different.

Religion forces us to depend on men on many issues.

Two women walking around alone, it can't be.

Besides, my town is not like Marrakesh or Casablanca.

It's a very small town, and very religious.

- What's your town's name? - Temsia.

- It's close to a city called Agadir. - How long does it take to get there?

By plane, if we had the papers, one hour.

But by car? A day and a half or two.

Girl, two women can't be alone in Morocco. We need a man with us.

Anyway, if we can get my Mohamed...

How do we cross the border?

I don't have his papers and mine are fake.

It won't be easy, but us Mexicans are experts at crossing borders.

Look, you're a mom first, and a prostitute second.

- Do you want to have your son, Fatima? - Of course I do.

Then?

Okay. Okay, let's go.

What I don't get is why you argued with La Mexicana.

She got very aggressive when she learned we traffic in drugs.

Why does she care?

She must've had a bad experience.

The worst experience for a woman is having a broke husband.

Girls like us to buy them nice things, Santiago.

- Teresa's not like that. - They all are.

They're all the same.

Let's accept the boat deal. No woman will resist us with money.

I like her, but I don't like being told what to do.

It won't work with her.

You'll make her happy with money, Santiago. Let's accept the offer.

There's one way I'll accept the deal.

After Shelia's issue I have little money, but there it is.

I've saved some money too.

I was saving it for my Mohamed.

Look, we have to wear veil

and cover ourselves up and walk behind a man.

- Huh? - Hey!

We could pretend to be wives of the same man.

- The same? - Sure.

Can they marry more than one woman?

The custom is marrying up to four women if they can't support them.

So, can I marry two or three men if I can support them?

No.

- I'll tell you more about my land later. - Where will we get a man?

Well, I have a cousin in Nador. We can call him.

Call him now.

- Hey, we forgot something. - What?

We have to tell Dris. What if he doesn't let us do it?

What? We go anyway. We're free, Fatima.

In Spain.

Not in Morocco.

If you're interested, we didn't talk about drugs yesterday.

- What will you do then? - Pilot a boat.

So you'll traffic in persons too.

This is shameful, trafficking in people's dreams.

- Santiago, the Guard! - Hold on tight!

- I'll kill you, idiot! - Stop!

Get it, you won't go to Morocco without me.

Like it or not, I'm going with you two.