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AN ORIGINAL VIX SERIES

MEXICO CITY. 1926

How dare you?

Now Itzi thinks I'm still pregnant, dammit!

Wait, let's calm down.

-Don't touch me! -Don't talk back to me!

I know you're cheating on me! You're a bastard!

I also know that you bribed the doctor

to tell me that I could never play again, psychopath.

Let go of me!

Let go of me. Let go of me. Let go of me.

Let go of me, let go of me!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Calm down.

Easy, easy, let's calm down, OK?

Let's calm down, you don't want to do this.

You don't want to do this, my love, relax.

You're right, I'm a liar.

I'm a monster,

but I'm going to change, my love, I swear.

I swear I'll change.

I love you, my love.

Hand me the gun.

Are you OK?

I need your help.

Chelo, why so mysterious?

Won't you tell me what you want me to help you with?

Chelo! What is wrong?

Holy Mother...

He assaulted me again.

I fought back.

My God, Chelo, what did you do?

I need to move him.

What did you do?

I killed him.

I shot him.

I killed him, I killed him! Can't you see, fool?

-You have to call the police. -No, I can't.

If you said it was in self-defense,

you're beaten, that's evidence.

They won't believe me.

You don't know those bastards! I'll end up in jail, Rosa!

Someone must have heard the shot.

What about the help?

I dismissed them before talking to him.

Fuck! Will you help me or not?

You're fucking crazy.

You are hurting me.

You're a madwoman,

a murderer, and you want me to be your accomplice,

but you know what?

-That won't happen. -Please.

I'm reporting this to the police now.

Rosa.

We'll need another rug to wrap him in.

FRONTON SPECIAL MATCH

AZTEC FRONTON

JANUARY 20TH 6 P.M. FEMALE CHAMPIONS MATCH

PELOTARIS 1926 YOU'LL HAVE A BLAST...

THE PELOTARIS 1926

Is he cold?

Leire, honey, why are you here?

I'm not sleepy.

Is he cold?

Mikel said that when his mom died,

she was as cold as snow.

Yes, he's cold...

Can I touch him?

Yes, of course you can.

It's true, he's very cold.

Shouldn't we cover him with a blanket?

I'll do it later.

I'm very sad, amachu .

Me too, baby.

But we will get through this.

Ainhoa, you and me, all three of us.

I know.

I'm not sad about that.

So, why are you sad?

Are you worried about daddy getting cold?

No, about the horsie.

What horsie?

Daddy promised me that, for my birthday,

he'd give me a little wooden horse.

It's in a shop window in the Boulevard,

one of those big rocking horses.

But, now that he's dead, he won't buy it for me,

because dead people can't buy wooden horses, can they?

Shall I tell you a secret?

Daddy had already bought

that horse for you a couple of weeks ago.

You know how he liked to plan everything well in advance.

Really?

Yes, I promise.

Where is it?

In the attic.

-I'll go get it. -No, Leire, not now.

-It's late. -Please?

No.

It's late and you have to go to sleep.

OK. Can I sleep here with you and daddy?

Yes, of course you can, my love.

Don't squeeze me!

-Let go of me, dammit! -Stop...

Leave me, you're hurting me, dammit!

I'll give you a blow job!

I got it.

I got it, that's it.

That's it, Itzi, break my arm.

Break my arm, Itzi, come on.

Kick it!

It's much easier to escape from a hospital

than the station or jail.

Come on, give me a sharp blow, here, come on.

I have to get out of this fucking police station.

Come on. Itzi, hey!

Itzi, fucking kick me!

I have to get out of here, come on.

Break my arm, come on, kick me. Come on.

Can't you see what's just happened?

Allan and my father are dead.

I know.

I don't intend to rot in jail for that.

I have to get out of this fucking station, OK?

So, kick me and break my arm, now!

But, don't you care about anything?

Allan had two daughters and my father is dead, Idoia.

He got killed in front of me.

Itzi, you couldn't stand your father.

But he was my father!

Are you feeling sorry for that pig now?

Come on.

Take that back.

Take it back?

Take it back?

Do you want to hear who your father was?

I joined his fronton when I was 15,

he'd force me to jerk him off.

-That's not true. -It's true.

I came from the street and had nowhere to drop dead,

the fronton was my lifeline and that bastard knew it.

Shut up, Idoia.

If I didn't, he'd kick me out, Itzi.

I'm telling you to shut up, Idoia!

Fine, I'll shut up,

but that won't change what he did.

He'd play on the swings with you and he'd cum on my tits.

I'm telling you to shut up, bitch!

Hey!

Don't let anyone see you leave, huh?

I don't want them to think I'm a fucking faggot.

ARMORY

That's it.

-You're a master escape planner. -It was logical to think

they'd take me to a fucking hospital.

Yes, very logical.

What's the next step in your escape plan?

Shall I poke your eye out?

Or amputate your leg? The man in that cell,

has typhus, shall I get some spit?

Itzi, shut up or I'll smack you with my cast.

Earlier you said: I have to get out of here.

You said that several times, as if you had something to do.

Why did you say that?

-I said so because I'm innocent. -No, that's not why you said it.

You hit me, blackmailed me,

and forced me to leave the love of my life

and that's why we're here today.

So, tell me why.

We are here now

because your hubby stuck his nose

where it didn't belong.

That is why we're here.

Tell me why you need to get out of here.

I have a son.

I had him when I was 13 years old.

When I lived on the street, I was raped.

When he was born, the nuns took him away from me. OK?

I'm sorry.

When I started earning money, I did some research

and I found out who adopted him.

A shitty family, but they take good care of Xabi.

Every week, I anonymously send them

an envelope with money,

and sometimes I go to the school,

to see him, just to see him, huh?

He's very handsome.

So, the child's cap, the day you stole my mare,

was your son's, wasn't it?

I guess he was also the kid whose picture you couldn't sign.

I was going to tell him who I was

once he was of age,

and that I'd like to spend time with him.

You can write to him from jail, Idoia.

He can visit you.

He can't.

They're moving to Barcelona.

His father made a bad investment and went bankrupt.

I went to see him to...

offer to help them financially in exchange for...

Did you buy your son?

With the money I saved these months.

My own and what you gave me.

This afternoon I was going pay him

and, in exchange, I'd take Xabi.

When you came to my house,

I was finishing preparing the room.

I had to choose between...

Blue and pearl gray paint.

In the end, I chose blue,

it felt more cheerful, don't you think?

TWO FAMOUS PELOTARIS ARRESTED FOR DOUBLE MURDER

ITZIAR GALARRÁN, THE PARRICIDE

Bartolomé, before you drive me home,

I need you to take me to the police station.

The main one, please.

Mrs. Ryder,

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I was told you wanted to see me.

Come in. Please, take a seat.

Leave us.

-Would you like some tea? -No, I'm fine.

Does it bother you?

-No. -Now I can only smoke them here.

My wife won't let me smoke at home.

Fucking hell.

When I started courting her,

she loved that my breath smelled of Havana cigars,

but, after 30 years,

five children and three poodles, the smell of smoke bothers her.

Can you believe it?

So, how can I help you?

I'd like to see Itziar Galarrán.

Excuse me?

I would like to talk to her. Is that possible?

No.

No, no. I'm sorry, that can't be.

The detainees are held incommunicado

until they are brought before the court.

Excuse me, but why do you want to talk to her?

That's my business.

That woman murdered your husband.

-She did not. -Why do you say that?

Because I know that Itzi...

Itziar could never do something like that.

Mrs. Ryder,

Miss Galarrán was caught red-handed.

She had a motive to murder your late husband.

Mr. Ryder was going to sell the fronton

and the illegal business

that she and Ms. Rekalde had set up.

We have Mr. Uribe's sworn testimony,

a detective from the Mexican Federal Police.

I don't care about all that.

Unless Itziar tells me to my face that she killed Allan

or I won't believe it.

I have the right to see her.

My husband contributed quite generously

to the police force.

I am aware of this.

The chief commissioner

and even the mayor have called me

to close the case as soon as possible.

Don't stir up trouble, Mrs. Ryder.

Things are as they appear.

Muñiz.

Bring the typewriter.

CONFESSION OF THE DETAINEES

These are your confessions.

In them, you acknowledge all the crimes

you've been charged with.

In other words,

you acknowledge having murdered

Mr. Ryder and Mr. Galarrán in cold blood,

as it actually happened.

We did not kill them.

Don't make me waste my time, miss.

We won't sign anything.

What are you doing?

The same thing you'll do...

Sooner or later.

Take Miss Rekalde with you.

Your friend comes from the underworld,

she knows how this works.

You should listen to her.

I won't take the blame for something I didn't do.

Get it out of her quickly.

I have to take my grandchildren to the amusement park.

Hydrogen peroxide won't clean that.

My mom used it to remove stains when I was little.

I'm sure it took three hours of scrubbing.

Baking soda and vinegar are better.

Ammonia is also useful.

-How could ammonia remove blood? -It gets rid of chicken blood.

Your husband wasn't a chicken!

Chicken blood can't be too different from husband blood.

I mean, human blood.

That's it.

With the weight of the car, they will never find the body.

Let's go up to the road.

Someone will drive us.

I didn't have to kill him.

What?

He hit me, he hurt me...

And intended to continue to do so, but...

When he saw me grab the gun, he stopped.

He stood still.

He asked me to give him the gun.

If he had tried anything, I could have shot him in the foot

and then called the police,

but he didn't, he just stayed there.

Begging me to put the gun down.

And I decided to shoot.

I killed him because I wanted to.

Didn't I tell you, Itzi?

You have signed, haven't you?

A little, yes.

The wake is scheduled at five o'clock.

At that time, the gates of the fronton will open.

Thank you, Gorka.

Mr. Ryder's body is scheduled to travel

to England on Thursday evening.

His parents will be waiting for his cremation.

Madam.

I don't do this with everyone, but considering who you are...

You said you wouldn't believe

that Itziar Galarrán murdered your husband

if she didn't tell you herself. This is her confession.

Thank you.

Commissioner, bad news about the Galarrán-Ryder case.

Detective Uribe has not come forward to testify

and the address he gave us is false.

What the hell are you saying?

There is more.

We have just received the following information

we requested from the Mexican Police by telegraph.

No.

Impossible.

This morning I got a call from the minister

and I promised him that the case was closed.

Besides you and me,

who else knows what you just told me?

Just Goikoetxea.

Make sure he doesn't talk.

Compensate him with the usual.

This has never happened.

Commissioner, sir, there's a gentleman

who has key information on the Galarrán-Ryder case.

I believe he's Mexican. He says he will only talk to you.

That's him. He's the commissioner.

I've been told you have important information.

Actually, what I have for you is not information.

What are you doing?

This is a grenade!

Everybody stop, everybody!

Everybody freeze.

Freeze!

And in the commissioner's pants,

there is one just like this one but without the safety ring.

If you shoot me,

the hand holding the safety catch will open

and your boss's testicles will end up all over the room.

Please get that out of there.

I wish I could, Commissioner, I wish.

But first, you're going to have to do me a favor.

You anticipate the lateral bounce

when you're on the line of four.

What did you say?

You tell your opponent

that you are going to cross the sideline.

That's not true.

It is.

When you hit it hard and long, you lift your head.

And when you make it fly high,

you close the fist of your left hand.

Playing pelota is like playing poker, newbie,

you cannot give your opponent

more information than is strictly necessary.

Do I really do that?

All the time.

That's screwed up.

Well, it has an easy solution.

Don't do it.

I'll follow your advice...

In 50 years, when I get out of prison.

Get out!

I said out. Come on!

Why don't you tell your men

to stop pointing their guns at me?

If they aim at me, I feel nervous

and, if I'm nervous, my hands get sweaty

and handling a grenade

with sweaty hands isn't the best idea.

Put down your weapons!

Put down your fucking guns!

Hello,

my wife.

You're coming with us for a stroll.

If I see a patrol following us, I'll blow up the grenade.

If I see a roadblock, I'll blow up the grenade.

If I see anything weird,

I'll blow up the grenade! Is that clear?

Tell your men.

Do not follow us. Don't look for us.

Don't do anything.

Car keys.

I'm either short of hands or I have too many grenades.

To Rekalde.

What's with that cast?

Tell me, please, that you can drive a car.

Do you want me to drive?

Itzi doesn't know how, why else would I release you?

-I can, I can. -OK, OK.

Come on.

Come on, Itzi, come on, come on.

God!

-You're fucking crazy! -Like two fucking madmen!

What a rush!

You're a kamikaze, how did you even think of that?

What else could I do, Itzi? I caused all this

when I gave your father that ledger.

You didn't know what was going to happen

and you couldn't factor in this psycho friend either.

That's it, come on, blame it on Rekalde.

Let's get back to the car. I have to be in Donosti now.

Then start walking, doll. Itzi and I are going to Bilbao.

We have tickets for tonight's ship.

What?

I'm sure they've raised the alarm.

Access to the ship will be monitored by the police.

Yes, but they are looking for us,

not to Monsieur and Madame Dubois,

native of Rennes,

la Bretagne Franaise .

Come on!

They're passports stolen from tourists.

That's the best part

about drinking at the worst nightclubs.

My friend Gaizka has many.

-What about me? -You're on your own, doll.

I got you out of that cell, didn't I?

You have to get two more passports.

-Yes, sure. -I'm serious.

One for a woman and one for a ten-year-old boy.

So, we are going to Donosti now.

What's wrong with her? Did she hit her head?

I have to go back to Donosti too, Mario.

I need to tell Anne that I didn't kill her husband.

We can't go back to Donosti.

You heard the woman, man.

Or we go to Donosti

and get the passports that we need

or nobody's going anywhere.

You decide, Mario.

They're going to fall.

-What now? -I don't know,

we can't leave him here.

Let's get something to move him.

Like what?

I don't know, some other vehicle.

We can't risk stealing a damn car, Rosa.

I was thinking of something more discreet,

a delivery bike or something like that,

for bread, the kind that has big baskets.

To fit him in a basket,

we'd have to cut him into pieces.

We'll need a machete too.

And we would have to wait for him to bleed out,

otherwise the basket would leak.

We're screwed!

Fuck!

No.

No, no, no.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

-I'm really sorry, Anne. -I'm sorry.

Thanks for coming, girls.

How are you?

Better.

I know it's a little soon, but...

When you decide to return,

remember that this fronton is your home.

Thank you.

You were in the paper.

-The lady who killed my daddy. -No.

Ama, ama , the lady who killed daddy is here!

Ama, ama , the lady who killed daddy is here!

The lady who killed daddy is here.

I'm already imagining the headlines

when we get caught:

Don't even joke about it.

I swear I'd rather be in a dry cell

with a roof right now,

than dragging this bastard around.

When this is over, Rosa,

I'll build you a pedestal, or write you a song.

You're the worst singer.

I'd prefer a film.

I'm serious.

What would I have done without you after Itzi left?

You took care of me, you were with me,

you took me to a wild party...

And we burst out laughing when I thought

I was never going to laugh again in my damn life.

So, even if I live a hundred damn lives,

I'll never have enough time to thank you

for all that you have done for me.

Especially this.

What now? What is that?

Come on.

Come on!

Where are you?

Itzi, where did you go?

What are you doing here?

I already have your partner's passports. Let's go.

Itzi, get in and tell me about it, OK?

Anne thinks it was me.

She thinks I killed her husband, her daughters' father.

How can Anne believe that?

I've seen it in her eyes.

You were never good at seeing things

in anyone's eyes, love.

-Please, let's go. -I don't want to leave.

-Anne hates me. -I doubt Anne hates you

and thinks what you just said,

but if you want

to have the chance to clear things up someday,

lift your buttocks up right now, please,

because, after this escape,

we are risking the firing squad,

the gallows or the damn garrotte

that you Spaniards use for killing

good people like us.

Itzi, either you get into the car

or I'll make you.

Come on.

-What are you doing here? -What do you think?

Did you bring the money?

It was stolen,

but I will give it to you, I swear.

I'm going to America, I have a passport for Xabi.

I'll earn much more than here.

In six months, I'll give you what I promised and more.

I swear. Let me take the child.

OK, he's in there.

Come with me.

Where's Xabi?

I just heard about your escape on the radio.

Police are offering a reward.

Where's Xabi?

Where's Xabi?

Where's Xabi?

Hurry, hurry, hop on!

Mario!

Mario, Mario!

Mario.

Mario.

Dammit.

He is wounded, he got shot.

Go without me.

Bullshit, we'll get on the ship, all three of us, OK?

Itzi, a dead man doesn't look good.

No, I'll go get a doctor in town, OK?

OK, I'm off to the ship.

I'm a fast learner.

Itzi. Itzi, give me the keys.

I'll give them back when I find a doctor.

Come, put pressure on the wound.

Come here now! Come here!

Tend to him or I'll kill you.

Hang in there, OK?

Hang in there.

Do you remember I told you

that Alejandro slept with other women?

Do you know why I know?

Because I'm one of those women.

Can I ask you a favor?

If it's a loan, they just stole all my money.

I'm dead.

Even if I make it to the ship,

I'll die two hours after setting sail.

Itzi is a fool.

She won't let us go

until she comes back with a doctor

and he stops my bleeding,

but I'm going to bleed to death inside.

You won't make it on the ship.

Are you saying what I think you are saying?

Tell her that the best thing I ever did was marrying her...

And that I'll be waiting for her in Atheist heaven

to clean the spinach off her teeth...

Through all eternity.

Please.

Mario!

Itzi, Itzi, it's now or never. Come on.

Go.

Mario...

Mario...

Itzi. Itzi, Mario died

so that you could get out of jail, not me,

don't let his death be in vain, rookie.

Did you love him?

No.

-Then? -I guess I was hot for him.

Then he asked me to become your shadow

and tell him everything you did.

And, then, I started to like you better than him.

I don't know if I should apologize.

No.

After what you've done today,

it's not really necessary either.

Itzi, come on, come on.

There are too many officers.

They're looking for us.

Itzi.

Itzi...

Itzi.

Here!

I can't get out!

Here!

Do you have the tickets?

Deck one, first class.

-Let's go... -No,

wait, we can't move around the boat dressed like this.

Come on, let's look around. There must be something here.

This one.

Thank you for coming, agents.

I called you here

because I want to report my husband missing.

I fear something could have happened.