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[gentle waves]

NETFLIX PRESENTS

[ropes creaking]

[ominous drum beat]

[man 1] Don't do this to me! Fuck!

- [man 1] The dockyard! - [man 2] Fucking move!

- We hid it in the dockyard! - Come on, motherfucker!

[man 1] It wasn't my fault, man!

Padín, it wasn't my fault!

- [man 1] Believe me! - [man 2] Shut up!

[man 1] Padín, I swear!

- Let me go! - [man 2] Shut up!

Padín, please, let me go!

[man 2] Shut the fuck up!

[man 1 grunts] Padín...

[chain cranking]

[man 1 grunts, coughs]

No! Don't leave me here! Fuck!

[muffled screams]

[Doctor] Squeeze tight.

Tighter.

More.

[sighs]

Pull me towards you.

Harder.

You can get dressed now.

You can help him, if you like.

CIVIL GUARD

[motor humming]

He's out.

[man] It's Kike.

Where are you?

Getting some air, what the fuck do you think?

Listen, I've got a thing here... How can I tell you? Look...

[man] Padín! [coughs]

I eventually got the crab, but...

the problem now is...

what to do with the "spider crab." Do you get the situation?

I get it.

[Kike] Right. So?

If the "spider crab's" leg is broken,

what do you think?

- [man 1 coughs] - I see where you're going.

[man] He's coming.

Dad, you did fucking great.

Santiago says they'll send you home for sure.

I'm not going home.

Yeah, you are! They already think you're more dead than alive.

Oh, they finished the job.

We put in a fucking great non-slip shower

in the big room downstairs, with wheelchair access.

You'll live like a king.

If I get out, I'm going to the home.

What are you saying, Dad? Why the home?

Because I fucking feel like it.

[man 1] Padín! No!

[panicked screaming] No!

[swallows]

[chain rattling]

EYE FOR AN EYE

Good?

[woman] Very good.

If there's anything, you...

[woman] I'll tell you, sure.

[chuckling]

You have good hands, sir.

I know.

My clients tell me every day.

Right.

[snorts]

We can keep doing this after the pregnancy, right?

[both laugh]

But at home and less public.

[instructor shushes]

- Sorry. - [instructor] Please.

Always gently,

no sudden movements.

The proper pressure,

- as if we were spreading butter. - [both laughing]

But butter just out of the refrigerator.

Apply pressure without fear,

giving it to her. [whispers] Please...

[woman laughs]

Come on, apply pressure. That's it.

[both laugh]

["He & She" playing on radio]

What?

Looks like it's true.

What?

- That pregnant women are gorgeous. - [laughs]

- [woman] Bye, I'll pick you up later. - [man] No. I'll sort it out.

[woman] Okay.

- Good morning. - [nurse] Good morning.

- Hey, Mario, how does Orlando sound? - Orlando? Like the brand of tomatoes?

The other day Mariano, today Orlando? We can get a better name, no?

I keep thinking, but you don't like any of them.

You'll think of something. Relax.

One more. Marcial, just one.

[Marcial] Do you want to kill me? Slut!

[nurse] Marcial!

Marcial, come here. Hey, hey! Come here. What's wrong?

This slut wants to poison me!

- Don't talk like that. It's ugly. - Please!

Let's see... How about if you let Raquel give you lunch,

I'll take you out later for a smoke?

Deal?

Deal.

- That's it. - [Mario] There you go.

Nice, huh?

With his memory, by the time he finishes, he'll have forgotten about the smoke.

My memory's bad, but my hearing is fine!

- [both laugh] - [Mario] Fuck!

Okay. Thank you.

[woman] Mario, we may have an admission.

Good morning.

- Hello. - Hello.

The man's sure, but the family's not keen.

- [Mario] Why? Is it the money? - No, that's not the problem.

- They... - [woman 2] Mercedes, please.

Yes? They'd rather have him at home. It's a delicate matter.

Delicate?

[Mercedes] It's Antonio Padín.

The druglord?

- [phone rings] - [Mercedes] Yes.

[stammers] Wasn't he in prison?

[Mercedes] Yes. He has a degenerative disease.

They send him home, but he wants to come here.

I guess the medical attention puts him at ease.

- [woman] This one. - [Mercedes] Okay.

But he can buy all the care he wants. He's got money.

Or he doesn't want it taken away.

He wouldn't be the first to choose the home

before his kids drive him mad trying to make him sign things.

Won't we have trouble with the families of the residents?

I don't think so.

Well, you know best.

When is he being admitted?

My ass you've got it sorted.

Dad, Kike sees it, I see it, the Colombians see it.

Shit, maybe you're wrong.

- I don't want any Chinese. - Fuck.

[Kike] Okay. Like it or not, they're there.

They work with us or they work other people.

Kike's right, times change.

Now they have the money.

[Kike] If we don't grab this chance, we're assholes.

They don't know the area or have any contacts.

We just give the Colombians the money up front and that's it!

And if the Chinese blow it, who answers for it? Who?

You answer to the Colombians.

Like fuck we do! We need an answer from you.

- Kike. - Are you in or out?

- What? - Not one dime.

Not one dime, eh? [scoffs] Fucking old man!

- Kike, take it easy. - I get so wound up!

- Chill! Chill! What did I say? Chill! - What are you looking at? Fucking old man!

You were jailed for buying a house like a palace.

That's why you got caught. So don't give me sermons now.

Hello. How are you?

I wanted to introduce you to Mario, our head of nursing.

Nice to meet you. Who's coming to live here?

[laughs]

Him, the one in the foul mood.

With your permission, I'll show him around the "hotel."

Great. Bye, Dad.

You'll see, Mario has a real talent.

Meanwhile, we can talk about the operating conditions.

Perfect.

[Mario] Let's change the exercise.

We turn, rotate forearms and...

thumb in...

thumb out.

Out.

Like we were picking a pocket. Like this, thieving.

Moving better already, eh, Antonio?

Don't get mad, I'm kidding. Come on.

Come on, other hand, again.

Thumb in, thumb out.

In.

Out.

Very good! See that?

Your hand's much more flexible.

And we've been at it for two minutes?

I'm not saying you'll play baseball in a week, but it can improve.

We were waiting in the office.

This is our rehabilitation room, with all kinds of exercise gear.

[woman] Mercedes, got a moment?

- Sure. Stay with them a moment. - [Mario] Mmm.

I'll be right back, Antonio.

Here are the heated pools for psychomotricity, if you want...

Well...

Dad, this time we're going ahead with or without you, you hear?

But you know the doors to the house are always open.

Don't let me find out, eh?

- What? - One harsh word

or lack of respect for my father,

and I come here and raise hell.

Understand? Yeah?

[bangs door]

[ominous music playing]

[bell clanging]

[menacing drum beat]

[panting]

[drum beat]

[repeated drum beat]

[heavy breathing]

[woman] I saw Rosa today.

[Mario] Oh, yeah? How is she?

Fucked. You know they fired her from the insurance firm?

- How come? - Why do you think?

[TV] ...druglord Antonio Padín.

Because of the strike? That's illegal.

Sure, but she's not permanent. They just won't renew her contract.

- She should report them. - That's what I said.

If they hire a replacement, she can win.

Sure, but she's just too nice.

[TV] ...were neighbors of the man, known as the boss of the Padín clan.

These were the reactions

to the infamous druglord's release for health reasons.

[woman on TV] No way, because of him a lot of people died.

[man on TV] He should be in prison for the rest of his days.

[woman 2] I think it's unfair because it's true

that some people do the full sentence for minor crimes sometimes...

My legs are like an elephant's.

[indistinct TV chatter]

- What are you looking for? - Nothing, tomorrow's weather.

[Raquel] Good morning, Antonio.

It's breakfast time.

- I'll help you wash and we'll go down. - Not now, go away.

- C'mon, Antonio, let's go. - Get the fuck out of here!

- [whispers] Okay. - Excuse me. Somebody a sleepyhead?

Well, that's all right. We'll take it slow.

Everyone is different.

[water running]

And you see it all here, Antonio.

A lot of people pass through, very fucked up people.

Like you and much worse.

I've known some who just stay in bed until in the end...

But it's not easy putting your feet on the ground

when you know it'll get worse every day.

That's why some prefer this:

living here, among strangers

with people who don't care about you,

who never knew you when things were going well...

when you were king of the castle.

Better a little indifference than pity...

or sorrow, right?

But that doesn't mean

you can't still enjoy some things.

Like a walk in the garden on this sunny day,

huh?

What do you think? Shall we try?

Look, you can't say we don't have a beautiful garden.

["Too Late For Tears" playing]

Where are you from, Antonio?

And you?

Me? From Cambados.

Then cut the bullshit, you know who I am.

Shit! You're not the mayor?

♪ Honey, it's too late ♪

♪ Too late to cry... ♪

[Mario] Let's have a look at today's menu.

A delicious zucchini puree.

It'll restore our energy after that walk.

[music continues over speakers]

Shall I show you a trick?

We lean our elbow on the table...

and calmly break...

the rules of good manners.

Come on, like this.

Little by little, inside.

See?

So there are no slip-ups.

Is it good?

It's cold.

A little cold, yes.

♪ It's too late, too late to cry ♪

There we go.

[Antonio grunts]

Thank you.

That's what we're here for.

[menacing drum beat]

[eerie music playing]

[drum beat continues]

[Mario] Julia. Hi, honey.

Listen, we've got a mess here.

The usual, an old guy had a turn.

I'll be late. Can you get me and we'll go straight there?

Right, big kiss.

[eerie music playing]

- [door opens] - [music coming from bar]

[indistinct conversation]

[bar door opens]

[police siren in the distance]

- Hey. - Fuck, you scared me, man!

Sorry. You got something?

- Just for myself. - Hey.

[man] Oh... No, this is for you.

I have mine in the bar. [laughs]

Hey, I know you, man.

Yeah, buddy. I remember your face.

But you were dead!

You were dead!

[hissing]

[ominous music playing]

[Mario] I'll inject the medication into the vein

to go easy on your throat, okay?

Until you get better.

[ominous music playing]

[eerie music playing]

[Mario] Good night, mayor.

[Julia sighs]

Finally!

[puffs] Sorry, honey.

I got tied up with an old guy. I couldn't get out sooner.

- Did you bring me clothes? - Yes, in the back.

[Mario puffs]

Are you shivering?

Yes. It's nothing.

[sniffs] Start it up, your parents will be at the restaurant.

You're not telling me what's up?

It's nothing, honey, I'll shake it off.

[clears throat]

- Right. - It's work.

The old guy you just dealt with?

What do you know about him?

Nothing, you just mentioned him.

Is he really sick?

Yes.

Yes, it's just that...

we think we can control everything and...

in the end we're nothing.

A bunch of liquids that leak out everywhere, just shit.

Come here.

Come here.

[chuckles]

Do you feel it?

Yes.

Do you feel it move?

Yes.

[laughs]

Feeling better?

Much better.

[Julia chuckles]

- [seagulls calling] - [waves rolling]

[melancholic music playing]

[ominous music overlapping]

Fuck, sorry. You can go in.

[phone ringing]

Go ahead.

Yes.

Yeah, yeah, perfect.

Fucking great, man.

Sure, sure. Yes, we can, sure.

No sweat.

[woman] Don't touch them!

Sorry.

Yeah.

Thanks a lot.

Bye. Thank you. Bye.

Toño.

Hey, Toño. We've got it in the bag. But it has to be now.

[nurse] Go for it. Up, up, up! Come on!

Kike.

[nurse] Come on, come on! Up!

Amparito, don't cheat. I can see you, Amparo.

Up!

Arms up!

Up!

[shouting] Goal! Goal!

Goal, goal, goal!

[nurse laughs]

[indistinct cheering]

So, do they treat you right here or do we sort them out?

- What do you want? - What do we want, he says.

What do you think, Dad?

To see how you are.

Dying.

Anything else?

Yes.

If you've changed your mind, there's still time.

Sure. Sure.

Sure. So?

Are you in or not?

The Colombians are funding us, no payment until the Chinese pay us.

Rojas is advancing us the merchandise. He trusts us.

He trusts me.

Yes, Dad. Rojas trusts you and us, he's known us all his life.

Who do you think he was talking to while you were inside?

Who?

[Antonio laughs]

Rojas thinks I'm in on this.

[chuckles]

Right?

He would never fund the merchandise with you.

[laughing]

[Kike] Look at him, cracking up.

We're here worried about you and you laugh in our faces. Is that it?

- Then fuck you, you fucking old bastard! - Kike!

- Kike! - [Kike] What?

[old lady] Close the door!

[Toño sighs]

Well, at least you're livelier.

That's good.

Dad, I know you don't have much faith in me...

but this time I've got a good hand.

And I had a great fucking teacher.

You didn't learn shit.

[Toño sighs]

[door closes]

[solo cello playing]

[music continues]

[music builds]

[inhales]

[music stops]

["What Have You Done To My Heart?" playing]

♪ It seems to have quite its own design ♪

♪ It keeps on repeating your lovely name ♪

♪ Even when we are far apart ♪

♪ The echoes are singing, Elaine ♪

[doctor] Look, this is the head.

Here's the profile, forehead, nose, mouth...

[Mario] He's got a big old head.

Well, he or she.

Do you want to know the sex?

- Yes, right? - Yes.

It's a boy.

[chuckles]

[sighs] Great.

Are you sure?

Absolutely. Go up to the monitor, you'll see better.

[Mario] Let's see.

[Julia sighs]

[doctor] Look, here's the stomach,

the umbilical vein, gallbladder,

and here, between his legs, the scrotum and the penis.

- Here's the heart. Do you want to hear it? - Yes.

[fast heartbeats]

[deep and slow heartbeats]

[eerie music playing]

[Julia] Mario!

- What? - [Julia] Hey.

- What's wrong? You spaced out. - Nothing.

- You're knocked out, eh Mario? - Yes.

[Julia laughs] Is that it?

- You just realized that this is serious. - Yes.

You really are knocked out. Lie down here, it's fine.

- Okay, don't crack up. - [laughing]

Didn't you hear? It's all fine.

Yes, I heard. It's all great.

[fingers drumming]

[phone ringing]

One...

four...

...five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

[sighs]

[puffs]

[phone ringing]

Fuck.

- Hello. - [Kike] Hey! How are we doing?

[man] Fucking great.

- Right. Got the "rice"? - Yeah, no problem.

Then get it here fast, the water's boiling.

When I'm there, I'll call you.

[phone ringing]

[puffs]

[menacing music playing]

[indistinct conversation]

[speaking Chinese]

- [police sirens] - [tires screeching]

[engine revving]

Hands on your head, on the van. Take it easy. Feet together.

What a stink. Son of a bitch.

- Got something? A shank or something? - I got nothing.

[indistinct voices speaking in Chinese]

[woman shouting in Chinese]

Mrs. Kong.

[speaking in Chinese]

- [woman] Yes? - Yes.

- [phone rings] - [puffs relieved]

[phone rings]

[device beeps]

[through radio] Subject on the move, confirmed. Go ahead.

You have authorization.

- Let's go! - [policeman] Let's go, let's go.

[police siren blaring]

["Down Low" playing]

[police sirens blaring]

[puffs relieved]

Hey, man!

[distant police siren]

[policeman] Hold it! Police!

Hands on your head!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Toño, Toño!

[alarm blaring]

[Kike] Okay! Fine, fine.

Toño!

[tense music playing]

Come on, man, hurry up, hurry up!

[phone ringing]

What's wrong?

Holy shit!

Motherfucker!

Holy shit!

[indistinct shouting]

[police sirens blaring]

[policeman] Stop! Stop!

[snorts]

[screams]

So, Marcial for now...?

We're keeping up sensory stimuli, a couple of sessions a week.

It seems to calm him down. He's less aggressive.

Okay, let's go to Antonio Padín.

How's he doing?

Um... I think he's a lot more settled in.

He seems comfortable, he has routines...

I don't know how long he'll be here.

[Mercedes] Is he that bad?

He's less and less intelligible, he finds it hard to move, swallow...

[Mercedes] So quickly?

Cognitively he's all right, but it's harder for him to speak.

The paralysis is affecting his vocal cords

and we're teaching him to use an image book to express himself.

[man] I spoke to the doctor he had in the hospital yesterday...

and outlined the case.

He wasn't really surprised.

He basically said to not let the old man suffer.

I see Antonio developing an intense dependence on Mario.

[Mercedes] You must be exhausted.

And right now too. Julia must be... seven months?

Six and a half.

From what you're saying, it sounds like much the same time.

Andrés, don't say that, like the two things were related.

[all laugh]

Let's go.

There you go.

[panting]

DRUG RAID ANTONIO PADÍN'S YOUNGEST SON ARRESTED

CLEAR INDICATION OF LINK TO COLOMBIAN CARTEL

[ominous music playing]

[groans]

[Antonio screams]

[panting]

[crying]

[Antonio whimpering]

[Antonio groans]

- Antonio! - [Mario] Antonio, Antonio...

Antonio, are you all right? What happened?

It's all right. We're here. Take it easy.

[Antonio screams]

[menacing music playing]

This time you've really busted his balls.

But they don't have anything that can't be taken apart in court.

- It's all circumstantial. - Good, fucking great.

Anything on the Chinese woman?

No, not on her.

But I did get news on the Colombian.

He's out of danger and will be transferred to jail.

Holy shit!

Relax, all we have to do is pay his bail.

- But I warn you, it'll be steep. - [puffs]

When they set it, I'll tell you, we pay it and Kike's out.

I don't know if we can pay it, Santiago.

I don't know. We put a lot on the line.

I've known your dad a long time. He always has money.

The old man's not in on this.

What?

He wasn't in on it.

Fucking Chinese.

They took everything.

Everything, you hear? Merchandise, money, everything.

Now Rojas wants his part.

But the main thing is to get Kike out, okay?

If they transfer the Colombian to the same jail, he may have trouble.

We need to pay that bail, and fast.

We agree on that, right?

He's your son, damn it.

Fucking say something.

Fuck you.

[humming]

[door closes]

[Julia singing]

[gasps, laughs]

- What are you listening to? - Nothing.

- Okay, let's... - No. It's just my stuff.

- What are you listening to? - Nothing. [laughs]

- What is it? - Leave me be. No.

- What is it? - No. [laughs]

[music playing over headphones]

- I caught you! - Shh. Not one joke about Julio. Please.

[Mario sings]

What? You like it?

[Mario sings]

- [romantic Spanish song playing] - [both singing]

[both singing in Spanish]

[distant singing]

[sniffs]

[both sigh]

- Hey. How are you? - [Kike puffs]

You gotta get me outta here.

- What happened? - You gotta get me outta here.

It's full of Colombians and they've got the director eating out of their hands.

Relax, I'll talk to that fucker.

Talk, Toño? Forget talking!

The fucker just wants money, don't you get that?

Toño, I'm fucked, man.

And Sánchez gets here tomorrow.

Sánchez? Are you sure?

Don't you get it? We're fucked!

Unless we pay Rojas, they'll cut off my balls.

And yours.

Don't think you're safer out there than I am in here.

- [sniffs] - You got me?

Okay. [sniffs]

What?

Let me talk to him again.

All right?

- I'll talk to him again... - Again?

You talked to him and he said no?

Listen, the old man wants to teach us a lesson, you hear?

But it can be fixed.

Really.

[sobs]

Yesterday I pissed myself.

What?

I pissed myself.

I thought they were coming for me, to my cell.

And I lost it, man.

I lost it.

- [cries] - Hey.

Kike.

[cries]

You can't touch him, sir.

- What did you say? - Physical contact is prohibited.

Did you hand him something?

- Are you kidding? - Show me your hands, please.

- He didn't give me nothin'! Look! - I did want to give him something.

- Sit down. - I wanted to give him affection,

- but for some reason you don't let me. - Toño.

- It's okay. - Stop it, please.

You don't get any affection and you fuck us all.

Enough!

You like treating inmates like animals, huh?

Then watch it outside, someone could sort you out.

I'll get you out, you hear? I'll talk to the old man and get you out.

- Okay. - Hang in there.

That's enough.

[disturbing music playing]

Good morning. Can I help you?

Excuse me. Sir. Sir!

I'm going to do the shopping.

Do I do the shopping or come get you?

But you'll have to wait a few minutes...

Okay, big kiss. Bye.

[tense music playing]

Oh... I was fucking freezing!

I don't know what this is about, but...

Shh. Look straight ahead, nurse.

[Toño] No need to go into details, but my father has to come home.

And since he listens to you, you're going to convince him.

Do you get what I'm saying?

You're a fucking great nurse.

I saw how the old folks love you.

Maybe they'll cough up something in their wills.

I'm not wrong, am I?

I don't care if they take turns writing you into their wills

while they suck you off.

You're not getting shit from the Padíns, got it?

- I swear, I don't want any... - Look, smartass!

You're gonna convince the old guy to come back.

Understood?

- Understood, nurse? - [Mario breathes heavily]

Or do I have to explain it to your wife too?

She's pregnant, right?

Is she pregnant or not?

For now.

Sure. Fucking answer me, I'm asking you a question!

So, have they told you whether it's a boy or a girl?

As long as it's healthy, right? That's what matters.

Xepas, get this piece of shit out of the car.

[grunts]

Toño, I know that guy.

- Him? From where? - He'd come to the bar for "horse."

- Years ago, but it's him. - He doesn't look like a junkie.

I'm telling you, he used.

- [breathes heavily] - [eerie music playing]

Hello.

I hope you have a good excuse for leaving me stranded.

The least you could do, if you can't pick me up,

is call me,

not leave a voicemail.

[drum beat]

[ominous drum beat]

[menacing music playing]

[motor humming]

[Mario] Are you comfortable?

[grunts]

Great, because I'm going to tell you you a bit about my life, Antonio.

Look...

This is my brother.

I didn't tell you about him, did I?

His name was Sergio.

He died of an overdose 25 years ago.

Is that a look of pity?

Don't tell me you're sorry.

You feel sorry for junkies?

I thought drug dealers were vaccinated against that.

He was 26 when he shot up this garbage you sell for the last time.

It's sure been a long time since that, Antonio.

But I swear...

that since that day something inside me stopped working.

You know, only recently...

with my son on the way,

I started thinking that, maybe...

maybe...

maybe this time...

I would get it,

I could leave all that shit behind me...

and do like Julia says...

Move on...

[Antonio pants]

...and look to the future.

[Antonio pants]

I was doing that...

until one day you appeared at that door...

and bam!

[Antonio pants]

Like a sledgehammer.

They say that at first the feeling is fucking great.

But you know that better than I do.

You have to be careful of the amounts, true.

But don't worry, I've got it under control.

You know who injected my brother at the end...

when he could barely stand?

Can you guess?

My brother was very grateful to you.

To you and your family.

"Don't mess with the boss."

He'd say that to everyone when your name came up.

It was a fucking sweet deal...

the dose he needed...

and in exchange he sold your shit to other poor souls.

All fucking great until he became scum.

And with AIDS.

Then...

Then he was no good even for errands.

Look on the bright side, Antonio.

Thanks to me you'll die sooner...

and suffer less from your disease.

Because I didn't tell you, but...

for ages now you've been off your medication.

[ominous music playing]

And the inability to swallow and the stomach pains?

Bleach.

That foul-tasting stuff I put in your food is bleach, Antonio.

Now relax and try to enjoy it.

Today I put in a bit more to celebrate his birthday.

Good night, mayor.

[ominous music playing]

[door bangs]

We need to discuss when to fit it in, okay?

Hello, Mario. I'll talk to you later, okay?

Did Andrés call to tell you he wasn't coming?

No, he didn't say anything.

We were to meet half an hour ago to go over some reports.

Did you call him at home?

Yes, but no answer.

If you see him, drag by the ear to my office.

[Andrés] What's all this about?

- [panting] - Shut up... and listen.

- Aren't you a doctor? - [TV chatter]

As a kid, I never wanted to go to the doctor

and my mother used to say you were there to help.

And I've come for that, for your help.

What do you want?

I want my father at home.

I want a document in which you make clear that he's nuts.

I'll leave the scientific term up to you. You did all the book-learning.

- Get out of my house! [gasps] - Sit the fuck down!

Xepas, relax, relax.

Sometimes I don't make myself clear, so I like to give second chances.

But on the third, my friend has a few ways of making you see reason, ipso facto.

What?

I'm calling the police!

Where do you think you're going?

Fucking hell, Xepas.

Fucking hell!

["Sopa de caracol" playing]

[sighs]

I can't take any more. Cut out the music, man!

Hey!

Cut out the fucking...!

[man] What's that, Kike?

Rojas sends his best.

[song continues]

Shh.

- Shut up. - [stammers] Okay.

- Shut up, motherfucker. - [stammers] No.

Shut up, we're gonna make you eat shit.

- [stammers] No. - C'mon, let's go. C'mon.

Shit-eater! Asshole!

[screaming] No, no, no!

Eat shit, motherfucker.

[gasps]

What's up, Kikino?

Sánchez, Sánchez. We'll pay you, I swear!

Shut up, motherfucker.

Out of respect for your father Rojas gives you a week

to give back that money, Kiki.

We're gonna pay, man! Don't you understand?

We're gonna pay, I swear! We're gonna pay.

Didn't they teach you to wash your mug of that shit you talk?

- Didn't they teach you? - [coughs]

Pay up, motherfucker! Pay up, you fuck!

- Asshole! - Pay up!

[both laughing]

[indistinct conversation on TV]

[cries and laughs]

- [footsteps] - [door closes]

[groans]

[Antonio grunts]

Now you talk to me?

[strained] Clo... set.

What do you want?

Clo... set.

Let's see.

I don't understand. What do you want?

[Antonio grunts]

A blanket?

[Antonio grunts]

Well...

[Antonio grunts]

All right...

[grunting]

Didn't you want a blanket?

[groaning]

What do you want?

[indistinct]

We're going to be here an hour.

Here?

[Antonio grunts]

Here?

Okay, then...

Lamp?

Closet? Closet?

Hello.

- Mario's here. - What happened?

I thought he wanted a blanket, but he keeps saying "closet,"

- I'll switch him for your friend Marcial. - [laughs]

Right, from bad to worse. You tell me what he wanted.

Right, I'll leave you.

Bye, Antonio.

What do you want? Huh?

What do you want?

To make me overdo it with the sedative? Is that it?

[Julia] Hello.

[woman] Julia!

- Hello. - [woman] You look pretty.

Yes, pretty as a cow.

He's going to be big. Are you looking for Mario?

We have an ultrasound. Have you seen him?

- He is with Antonio. Shall I tell him? - No need. I'll go.

[party music over speakers]

- [Julia] Hi, how are you? - Hello.

[Julia] Hi. Do you know where Mario is?

[Raquel] Maybe out in the garden.

Antonio and Mario are always together, like boyfriends.

- He mentioned him. Is he that bad? - It doesn't look good.

But he's so obsessed with your husband. It's fine by me.

The less I deal with those people, the better.

In the end the old man isn't causing so many problems.

The sons are the worst.

And now the younger one's in jail, it goes without saying.

He's in jail?

Yes, the younger Padín.

Didn't you see them nab him? It was on the TV and everything.

That's Antonio Padín?

[ominous music playing]

[Raquel's voice fades]

[Julia grunts]

[Raquel] Julia! Are you feeling bad?

[shouting] Mario! Hurry, it's Julia!

[distorted voices]

Kike, what's wrong? What did they do to you?

Kike!

Who did this to you? Was it...?

Who did this to you?

Was it Sánchez?

Fuck that fucking Colombian! I swear I'll have his balls!

I'll kill him, you hear? I'll kill him!

Toño, get the money. Please.

[sobs]

[Mario] Relax.

Relax, honey, we're here.

We're here.

[man] The operating theater's almost ready.

You have to wait here.

The nurse will be here soon to settle you in.

[door closes]

Mario, what are you doing?

- What are you doing? - I'm not doing anything, honey.

- Nothing. There's nothing... - Don't lie to me.

- [knocks on door] - [Julia pants]

[doctor] Good afternoon.

Hello, how are you?

- Julia Otero Cebrián, right? - [Julia] Hmm.

[doctor] Julia. Hey, my namesake.

- How are you? Are you in pain? - [phone rings]

- [Julia] Yes, here. - [doctor] Here.

[doctor] I'm going to help you, don't worry.

I'm going to check your vital signs, blood pressure...

- Yes. - [woman] Mario?

Yes, it's me.

Sorry to bother you now, but I needed to check something.

I'm Ana González and I'm filing in for Dr. Lozano at the home.

Andrés hasn't turned up?

- [doctor] Is this your first? - [Ana] No, not yet.

I was checking the chart of a patient,

Antonio Padín, and I don't understand some details.

- There's a medication for blood pressure. - Yes, Enalpril.

The scheduled dose is very high, but his pressure is skyrocketing.

It's a mistake all right.

Andrés, Dr. Lozano,

withdrew it temporarily because I think it interfered

with the specific medication set out by the hospital.

That must be why his pressure shot up above normal.

[Ana doubtful] Right.

Yes, my mistake.

Since we were waiting for Dr. Lozano's indications...

In any case, I should've put on record

that he's been off that medication for a few days.

It's okay, I'll see to it. I won't bother you any more. Thanks.

[ominous music playing]

[Antonio grunts]

[grunting]

Hello, Antonio.

I'm Ana, I'm a doctor and I'm filling in for Andrés.

How do you feel?

[inhales]

[struggling to talk]

[Antonio] Good.

[Raquel] He seems to like you.

[Ana chuckles]

[Antonio] No...

No, Antonio. No, no... I don't understand you.

Mario says he communicates with this.

[Antonio grunts]

[Ana] Yes?

[doctor] We're going to put it on. A little.

How is it, too tight?

No? It doesn't hurt?

Okay, this is better.

How are you, Julia?

Good.

Did I fall asleep?

[doctor] Yes, you were so exhausted we had to give you something.

You can fold it over, okay?

Does it bother you?

Where's my husband?

He left. An urgent work thing.

And since you were relaxed...

[ominous music playing]

[ominous drum beat]

[Ana] M.

A.

[Antonio grunts]

- [Antonio] R. - [Ana] R.

I.

[ominous music playing]

- We're going to talk... - I called him last night, no answer.

Mario. Excuse me.

I was talking to the police.

Right.

They came about Andrés.

It's very strange.

I don't know what could've happened to him.

And your wife?

Her contractions stopped and if they don't come back they'll induce it tonight.

Is that the doctor?

Oh, right. I'll introduce you. Ana?

- [Ana] Yes? - Come here a moment, please.

Yes. What is it?

I'm Mario, we spoke on the phone.

Yes, that's right. But you didn't need to come.

I wanted to make sure Antonio was all right.

Antonio and Mario have a special relationship.

- She's already become quite close to him. - Really?

- [Raquel] Mercedes? - Excuse me.

[policeman] Fine, thank you.

- He was in pain... - [man] Can we speak in private?

- [Mercedes] Come with me. - But he specially wanted to talk.

- [Mario] Talk? - [Mercedes] Ana, please, can you come?

Yes, of course.

- I hope the birth goes well. - Thanks.

Go to the hospital.

- Mario! - Hey.

[indistinct conversation]

[ominous music playing]

Who was that man?

Huh? In the suit, what was he doing here?

Is it about your son?

Do you want to see your shitty son?

[Antonio laughs]

You want to fuck me.

Do you want to fuck me?

We'll see who fucks whom.

With this amount you go to "the other side."

You decide.

Will you tell me what that man said?

You think you just go to sleep?

No, Antonio, an overdose is fucking agony. Fucking agony.

[phone ringing]

Mario, you have to come back. Now. Do you hear me?

Mario, I'm begging you. Please. Mario...

[ominous music playing]

[sighs]

Ay!

- [grunts in pain] - [alarm beeps]

Sweet dreams, mayor.

[knocking on door]

He's exhausted.

He made a huge effort to communicate.

I suppose if you were there it would've been much easier.

- Yes, new people upset him. - [clicks tongue]

- And who was that man? - Who?

- The one with Antonio before. - Oh, a notary.

A notary?

He's with Mercedes now. He needs a report that the patient is in right mind.

He asked me,

but I've only seen him once. I'd have to...

- It's not my place. - No, that's for sure.

[clicks tongue] Dr. Lozano left a report one day

that Antonio's son came along mad as hell.

Yes, that sounds familiar.

So everything's okay.

Now I'm worried about the old man.

I think he should be transferred to a hospital.

You're here? Has mini-Mario been born?

No, mini-Mario seems to be teasing us.

- I think he wants to stay inside. - Nice to meet you, Mario.

Ana, Antonio's samples are ready for the lab.

There's noone there now. They'll be ready first thing tomorrow.

Thanks, Sofía.

Mercedes is right, you're addicted to it.

Kind of. I'm running off.

A big kiss for Julia. Anything you need, you know.

Yes, I'll tell her.

- [tense music playing] - [heartbeat accelerating]

[tense drum beat]

[breathing heavily]

[soft music playing]

[music coming from headphones]

[Mercedes] We had a meeting the next day

and he didn't turn up, which was the day that...

[Mario] There's something I didn't tell you.

I killed him.

I killed my brother.

He was under 30 kilos and had almost no voice.

He begged me constantly...

to finish him off once and for all.

And I did.

The "fix" took us away.

Both of us.

I always thought that when the time came, I'd be happy.

But it's not like that.

I just want this over with.

[melancholic music playing]

[exhales]

Good night, mayor.

[distorted voices]

[woman crying]

You're going to kill your brother!

- Rojas... Rojas, stop. Listen to me. - [melancholic music playing]

Listen to me, Rojas.

I'm close, I swear. I've almost got it.

Stop fucking with me, Rojas! What the fuck do I do in two days?

Right... Right...

Fuck me.

Look, I'm fucking sick of your fucking threats, you hear?

Fuck you, you bastard. Yeah, you heard me.

Fuck you.

Then fucking kill us and get this over with!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

Fuck you, motherfucker!

God!

[puffs] Son of a bitch. [sniffs]

Oh!

[menacing music playing]

Oh!

- [engine revving] - [tires screeching]

[music stops]

Where did you get to, you son of a bitch?

[phone ringing]

- Oh, no. - Gotcha!

[tense music playing]

- No answer. - [Julia groans]

You wanna play? Let's fucking play!

[grunts]

Fuck!

Ah!

Stop the car, you bastard!

- [horn blows, tires screech] - [music stops]

[panting]

- [engine hissing] - [woman's voice on radio]

[gasps]

[alarm beeping]

[whispers] Toño.

Toño.

[pants]

[Toño groans]

[stifled groan]

[Toño grunts]

[grunting]

[melancholic cello playing]

[panting]

[male midwife] Very good. Very good. Keep going, keep going.

[Julia grunts]

[midwife] A bit more, a bit more.

Come on, push hard. Keep going, keep going...

Great. Keep going, keep going...

- A bit more, a bit more. - [cello music gaining momentum]

Rest, rest a little.

Rest.

[Julia sighs]

[midwife] Come on, breathe.

Breathe.

Keep going, keep going...

Great. Come on, very good.

Keep going.

- [music building] - [Julia moaning]

[pants]

[midwife] Keep going, keep going,

just a bit more.

[Julia groaning]

Take another deep breath.

Right, relax.

Very good. Come on, come on.

Very good.

Come on, we've got him.

We've got him. He's here.

[baby crying]

[Julia laughs]

[midwife] What do we call him?

Sergio.

[Julia chuckles]

[melancholic cello music slowing]

[cello music stops]

["27" playing]

[Spanish rap music playing over earphones]

[song continues playing]

- [music fades] - Fuck! Don't fucking touch me!

Don't fucking touch me!

Don't touch me, you fuck!

What the fuck are you looking at? What?

Don't touch me. I'm going. I'm going.

[chain rattling]

[man] Mario?

Yes.

We saw each other at the home, but we didn't say hello.

Oh, the notary.

Alfredo Matas.

Sorry to approach you at this time,

but I thought it was a good time to make first contact in person.

First contact? With me?

[police sirens]

[keys rattling]

[indistinct announcement on PA]

[sighs]

[electronic lock buzzing]

[approaching footsteps]

Good morning, Enrique.

What's up?

- What's this guy doing here? - We need him present.

You wanna fuck me over?

[Alfredo] Mr. Padín had trouble expressing himself,

but when I met with him his message was very clear.

So I can attest that this document has full validity.

Due to Mr. Padín's special circumstances,

he suggested that I record my agreement with him.

Here's the flash drive with the recording.

And in the folder you'll find a certificate of capacity

signed by Dr. Andrés Lozano Botana that declares

that Mr. Padín's state of health did not affect his mental faculties.

This will is hereby declared to be valid.

WILL

[ominous music playing]

We proceed to the reading of the will drafted by me,

the notary, in line with the will expressed and approved

in writing by Mr. Padín, as you will see in the video.

"Constituted in the Argentos residence in this city,

at 8:26 pm on June 23rd, 2018,

before me is Antonio Padín Salgado, with National ID number 35418971P."

I proceed now to only read the substantive clauses of the will.

"First,

Antonio Padín Salgado expresses his wish that on his passing

the following clauses are to be met.

It states as overall heir of all his goods and rights

the first descendant of Mario Vilas Piñeiro,

Head of Nursing at the Argentos Home.

Second, he leaves to his sons Antonio and Enrique Padín Hermida

only that which corresponds to them by law."

I don't know if you have any questions.

[stammering] I swear, I didn't know anything.

[panting]

[Mario] I can refuse it, can't I?

- You're a son of a bitch! - [Alfredo] If you were the heir.

In this case, only your son can reject it.

You'll have a lot to explain to that son of yours.

Xepas.

You asked for it, man. All by yourself.

Son of a bitch!

Fucking son of a bitch!

Shh... No slip-ups.

Good. Bye.

[ominous music playing]

[baby gurgling]

Man, suck my dick.

No, no, no, no!

[phone vibrating]

[indistinct conversation]

[laughs]

[indistinct cheering]

[ominous music continues]

[Kike grunts]

[Mario] Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

[ominous music stops]

[sobs]

[cries]

[agonized sob]

[sobbing]

[acoustic guitar playing]

[song in Spanish playing]