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[Mexican tango music]

[Theo] God, another day.

[Calm Music]

[Theo] Another fucking day.

Today is Thursday.

Thank God.

That can't be.

This can't be me.

You know why it's bad to be old?

The world sees you as harmless.

You've no idea how much that pisses me off.

Bad news and goodbyes. That's old age for you.

The fresh meat has arrived! The kind that are still naive!

Hey, Mazas, some have never been taken for a test drive!

-[Peji] You coming? -No. Have a drink.

-Is it on you? -[Mazas] No.

[Peji] What about you?

Another Thursday, his kerchief round his neck

and smelling of pudding.

-[Mazas] Have some respect, Peji. -[Peji] This guy's a soldier like me.

Besides, he doesn't understand a word.

Sure he does, Peji.

That's why you disgust him. You're the one who doesn't get it.

[Peji] OK, then! See you around, sergeant!

I'm off on safari.

That idiot goes hungry half the month so he can spend his pension on whores.

That's tragic.

Theo! So happy to see you.

[in Spanish] My guardian angel!

-How are you? -I'm fine. And you?

-I'm great, thanks. -I'm glad.

I have planned a wonderful day with you.

-Honestly? -Yes! Of course!

I want to make you some breakfast you're not gonna believe.

-I can wait. -Did you know that I can cook?

-No. -Oh, amazing.

-Really? -I might be the James Beard of...

-Hey! How are you? -Hello.

-Who is that? -My friend.

[Olga] Theo...

Jesus.

Do you like it? It's the first time I wear it.

I can pick another one, if...

No, no, no, it's perfect.

It's perfect.

Have a seat, the waffles are ready.

[Olga] Do I really look like your wife?

-Your ass is a little bit bigger. -Come on!

Hey, hey!

-Come on. -Take it easy.

Wow, you're really a junkie for that shit, aren't you?

Be careful. Give yourself diabetes.

-High blood pressure. -No.

The heartbreak of psoriasis.

That's unbelievable. I mean, that's the exact same dress

she was wearing the first time I laid eyes on her.

-She was pretty, huh? -Oh.

My God.

She had a little shop right around the corner from my base.

And I used to come up with excuses to visit her on my day off.

I always found her behind her machine, you know?

Breathing life into old, dead objects.

I mean, she could take something ugly, threadbare,

and make it beautiful.

Just like you.

Thank you.

First time I screwed up the car, she talked to her.

I mean, really talked to her.

She mentioned that dress, the one you're wearing.

That's a really pretty dress.

And she returned the compliment in her broken English

by making fun of my uniform.

She didn't have a whole lot of use for the military,

especially not for the American, but I said to her:

"You really shouldn't worry.

I mean, I'm not a typical military, I'm just a Supply Sergeant."

[in Spanish] What is a Supply Sergeant?

It's a guy who is too much of a pussy to be a real soldier.

Oh, my God! That's why I hang with you.

-That's what she said. -No, come on.

Wouldn't it be nice if every day was Thursday?

Theo.

I missed you.

[calm Music]

Eat your waffles.

-I want to thank you. -For what?

For reminding me of who I used to be.

What I might've been.

Theo, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to stand

you know, the street.

Hey, let's do something different next Thursday.

-Different? -Yes.

-Like what? -I wanna take you out to dinner.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You wanna take me out to dinner?

-Mm! -Why?

I'm going to a party with three lawyers

and I'll make a little extra without Tiger knowing,

you know?

And speak of the devil.

Fuck off, Tiger.

Beautiful, as always.

[in Spanish] Go with God, my angel.

Adios.

THE GENTLEMAN

I know you're not there right now...

Not that you've ever been there.

I should've gone with my first impression.

But I didn't...

and now here I am, waiting for you, and I don't even know why.

You think they're fake?

No. It's the rigor mortis.

If we confirm she's a hooker, we know how she died.

She choked and suffocated!

Good morning, Commissioner.

What happened to you?

Any news from the judge?

Dead girl in this area equals prostitute,

equals Your Honor ain't in much of a rush.

She has marks on her neck.

There's blood in the vagina and anus.

Anyone could kill a hooker.

No one gives a shit about us.

White coffee, please.

I'll have my usual.

Any problems with her pimp?

Olga was one of his best earners.

If he wasn't happy with her, he'd have got another girl.

Did she mention any clients to you?

Her last client...

This is the license plate of his car.

We sent them to each other when we had to leave the old town.

It was our way of protecting ourselves.

But obviously, it didn't work.

Did she tell you anything about the owner of that car?

No.

Just that there were three of them.

They were going to pay her 600 euros.

She was so happy.

Did she have any family, or anyone we should tell?

She just had me and the old man.

The old man is her dad?

A friend.

Don't worry.

I'll tell him.

[Tina, engl.] They strangled her.

But first

they put things...

You know what I mean.

Just for fun.

[tense Music]

I got a plate number.

A friend of mine,

well, a client,

can trace it back to the owner.

That's why I came to you.

You hear me?

Are you listening?

I'm sorry, Tina.

What?

You're not gonna do anything?

I'm sorry.

You are all the fucking same.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

[screams in pain]

[sentimental Music]

Stop!

-[Cop, esp.] You fucking faggot! -[Theo] Hey!

Gonna hit me?

-Hey! -Gonna make me run, asshole?

-Gonna make me run? -Hey!

-Leave him alone! -What's your problem?

Okay, okay!

Go sightseeing, you old fag!

Sir, are you OK?

-Are you American? -I'm okay.

-English? -Thank you.

-Come on. -No, no. I'm fine.

-Let me help you. -I'm good.

You can't leave like this.

Come on. Come on, let me have a look at that wound.

-Come on. -I'm OK.

It's a shame the way they treat us like trash.

Immigrants, hookers, old people, no one cares.

Except for you.

Nobody ever stands up to them.

That was noble.

-With you he met his match. -Here.

I don't want to take up any more of your time. Thank you for everything.

Hey, I can show you a good time for this money.

You already have.

I always see you down in the old town.

But I never see you leaving with a girl.

I'm downstairs in the bar just hanging out with some friends.

Don't you ever get lonely?

[tense Music]

The name.

Here. The man's address.

This is the motherfucker who killed our girl.

Did you hire this woman?

[Pallares] Yes, I did.

I sense something bad's happened.

Serious matters are my specialty.

Could you tell us exactly what you did on Saturday night?

Is she dead? Is that it?

Answer the question I asked.

No, you answer me a question.

Did that girl write down the license plate of one of my cars

and send it to someone?

I understand it's insurance against undesirable clients,

but it directly violates my privacy.

Look, Mr. Pallares,

if you're uncomfortable

answering questions here, we could go down to the station.

Is that a threat?

I love threats.

I have the pleasure of sharing my love

for big game hunting with the Attorney General. Here he is.

I'm sure your recognize him.

I remember some advice he once gave me.

"Never stroke the trigger of your rifle unless

you're sure you have the right target in your sights."

A wise man indeed.

I sent someone

to pick up the girl around... 11 at night, more or less.

Where?

In the old town, I think. Yes.

Later, we went to a roadside motel.

One of those that have

private parking, so no one sees you go in or out.

You can imagine the rest.

And what time did you leave the room?

Around one in the morning, more or less.

Where did you go after?

Well, I wanted to take her back

to the old town, but she insisted on

getting out close to a club called Midnight.

-Did she say why? -No.

But I imagine she wanted to look for more clients.

Was there anyone else there, apart from the girl?

Yes, my bodyguards, as always,

but they stayed outside.

They didn't take part in the party.

Like good boys.

-Feel free to talk to them. -We will, don't worry.

Olga, the girl you hired,

told a friend she was spending the night with three lawyers.

She was probably showing off.

Although I am very much enjoying this conversation,

I have a busy afternoon, so please excuse me.

Pallares!

Mr. Pallares, if you don't mind.

[Puertas] Of course.

Why do you need bodyguards?

Well, you never know.

They say you should always watch your back.

Don't they?

[tense Music]

[Door closes]

You first.

Pallares said he left the girl close to Midnight.

Olga worked

in the old town. If she'd shown up

anywhere else, the pimps would've taken it

as a challenge from a rival gang and beaten her to death.

Vodka or gin?

Coffee. We're on duty.

That hip flask in your belt is always on duty.

That's my business, Puertas.

-Two coffees, Paco. -Coming right up.

What do we know about Olga's pimp?

Paco...

They call him the Tiger.

9 witnesses say he was with them the night of the murder.

Besides, pimps don't kill their source of income.

It's the only thing they don't do to them.

He didn't ask how she was killed.

Everyone wants details when death passes close by.

So, we'll stay on the case for a week and then file it away

as a settling of scores.

That's what the other prostitute, Tina, said.

No one cares about hookers.

You care.

Why do you say that?

You threatened Pallares. You must care a little bit.

Sometimes being a bitch is the only option you have as a woman.

Yes.

Only sometimes?

Any news from your husband?

I'm a bitch, so you get why my husband's gone?

Yes to the first part, no to the second.

He hasn't been home for days.

When I call, I get his machine.

[suspenceful Music]

[in Spanish] What's up, old man?

You like the house?

-[Theo, English] I'm just out for a walk. -[Spanish] I think he's a fucking yank!

-[in Spanish] No Spanish. -No Spanish?

No Spanish...

No Spanish!

You'd better learn the language fast,

because you're going to tell me what the fuck

you want from Mr. Pallares, asshole.

Are you being paid to pass on information? Is that it?

Is that it? You're being paid for information?

[Theo, inner voice] Relax. Take the pain.

That's what being old is all about.

[in Spanish] Tell me who the fuck's paying you,

or tomorrow, they'll find your dumbass face

covered in flies.

OK, let's finish him off. The jerk can't even understand you.

Bye bye, old man.

[Mazas, in Spanish] You're not 20 anymore.

You tried to be Clint Eastwood and look at you.

Besides, she wasn't the love of your life. Right?

[in Spanish] Fuck you! OK?

[in English] I'm not a kid, don't fucking patronize me.

[in Spanish] Look, I could've been a star,

Franco Nero himself said so when we shot "The Mercenaries",

but I'm here drinking liquor

with a cancer that's eating me alive and I don't complain.

You just have to

accept it and move on, and that's that.

[in English] I don't think so.

[calm Music]

[tense Music]

[inner Voice] Don't fuck up.

COURTHOUSE

[Pallares, in Spanish] What?

No, no, I'm not having that! I want the money by Monday.

I don't care.

I don't care!

Sort out your fucking problem yourself!

Out my way.

I don't know who that guy is, but I'd like to be him.

[in Spanish] It's... it's me again.

I know, this is...

This is a sickness.

It's not like you're coming back, right?

I'm still not sure...

how I'm going to get out of this, but I promise you...

I will.

Step by step.

And you know...

what the first one's going to be?

Getting rid of your smell.

You know why?

Because since you left,

I can smell it everywhere and it's driving me crazy.

It's driving me crazy.

Maybe...

Maybe that's what...

you are for me, right?

A sickness.

[Popmusic]

[in Spanish] Take this. Be here tomorrow at 9.

[suspenseful music]

[in Spanish] I don't know who the hell you are, or how you got in,

but let's make a deal.

If you let me go,

I have 1000 euros in the glove box.

Take it and leave through the back door, OK?

[in English] You speak English?

[in Spanish] What?

[in English] Listen to me, motherfucker,

because it's very important you understand every word I say.

Because your life depends on it.

Do you speak English?

[in English] Absolutely. Yes.

Your cell phone.

I've got a lifetime of contacts there.

You'll really screw me if you take it. Let's make a deal. Look.

Look this watch.

-You can take it if you want. -Keep the fucking watch.

You're gonna call every motherfucker who helped you kill that girl.

-You crazy maniac, I didn't kill anyone. -Shut up!

Now you must abandon the fact that you're gonna talk your way out of this.

OK.

Speaker phone.

[Man, in Spanish] Ready for another one? What do you fancy at this time?

It's just I've been thinking about what we did the other day and...

-I think what we did was wrong. -[Man laughs]

-I know what I'm doing. -Yeah, I know, but I can't help it.

But it won't let me go.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Antonito Diaz Pallares suddenly discovers he has a heart.

Listen, just admit it.

Things got out of hand.

But honestly... How that whore was screaming!

[in English] There you have.

You got what you came for.

What now? Are you going to kill me?

Don't be stupid.

I've got 250000 grams at home, all yours.

[in Spanish] You can use it to fuck all the whores you like... Right?

Olga.

What?

The name of the girl you killed. Olga. Say it.

Olga.

Yeah.

[screams]

[intense Music]

[Theo] They will come from everywhere.

Looking for me.

Looking for an old man.

And they will find an assassin.

[screams]

[Lidia] Hibernation's over.

We found one of my lawyers dead. Murdered.

I want you to take a look, see what you find.

Then come and see me straight away.

Don't tell me you have to work the one day I come see you.

Someone messed up the accounts and I have to fix it by Monday.

Do you believe in karma, Commissioner?

No.

Life loves assholes.

[Puertas] This asshole defended fat cats,

important businessmen and a few narcos.

People you don't want to piss off.

Who did you piss off, Mr. Pallares?

[suspenseful music]

The Tiger?

The Tiger...

Send the victim's phone for analysis.

Maybe we'll find something "juicy".

"Juicy..."

-[loud noise] -[Man screams]

-[loud noise] -[Man screams]

[loud noise]

-[loud noise] -[Man screams]

[in Spanish] Look! It's my favorite Mexican!

Let's see...

-How are you, Turon? -Well...

The truth is...

I woke up this morning and...

I'm feeling a little pissed off today, but...

after my morning exercise, I'm fresh as a daisy!

Poor kid.

And how about you?

-How's life in exile? -Good.

-Finally found a cover? -Well...

They say that married men

are less suspicious, though I'm not sure why.

Actually, I'm trying with someone and...

Oh, yeah? And?

She's hot, right?

-Well... -I know what you're going to say.

Beauty's on the inside, right?

-Exactly. -Anyway,

I just want you to be OK.

Oh, God! This is gross!

-Here. -Thanks.

-I'm so grateful for what you did. -It's my job.

-No, no. -Yes, it's my job.

But it wasn't just any old job.

And...

I want you to know that I know that.

If you need anything, just call 900-Turon, OK?

OK!

Listen...

Anything from Mexico?

Well, yes, the drum's still sounding.

-Now, they've given you a nickname. -Yeah? What?

-Herod. -Ah, Herod.

-Not bad, huh? -No, not bad.

That bullshit name you chose... What was it?

-Jorge Bustos... -No, it's...

-Pedro Bustos. -Pedro.

-Pedro Bustos... -Give me a break, Pedro!

There's something else.

They've sent someone after you.

We don't know who it is yet, but...

Don't worry, I'll find out.

-Stay calm. -Thanks.

Now, the main thing is for you to keep your head down.

I'll give you the small shit, like today, to keep you entertained.

So, what did you find out about Pallares?

Shit!

Just about the prostitute they killed.

Yes.

The bodyguards I gave them got rid of the body.

You know they caught an old guy following Pallares? American.

No! Gringo.

They caught him, beat the hell out of him,

put him in a dumpster and set it on fire.

Maybe the gringo's mad he has to jerk off again.

Who knows. Bring him to me.

-Take one of my guys... -No, no.

-I work alone. -To help you.

I work alone!

I'm not asking you.

-Take Chapas. -Chapas, seriously?

-Yes, he's a fellow countryman. -Shit.

Wild...

unpredictable and more loyal than a dog.

Does he know who I am?

-What I did? -No, course not.

No one here knows who you are.

Herod is a legend.

A horror story.

[in Spanish] Holy fucking shit!

You've got some balls, man.

Tell me...

How do you feel?

[in English] I feel...

I feel better than I've felt in years.

-[in Spanish] I'm alive! -Good!

So? How did you kill him?

-Slit his fucking throat. -What?

Fuck!

Fuck, Gentleman!

You seem like a peaceful guy, but when you get mad, fuck me!

[in English] And I'm not done yet.

I'm gonna take out this other motherfuckers that killed Olga.

Yes, sir!

[in English] You are the fucking Lee Marvin, my friend.

But those assholes are very dangerous.

I'm gonna need your help.

Yes, of course. You can count on me.

[Popmusic]

[Tiger, Spanish] She told me about one lawyer, but there were three.

She wanted to make money and then not lend me any.

If she'd told me, I'd have protected her.

Olga lent him money!

Did you know one of the lawyers has shown up dead?

Oh, wow! Who would want to murder a lawyer?

[both laughing]

OK, that's enough.

I understand Olga had an older friend. An old guy.

Theo, the American.

That guy paid me quite a lot of money just to talk to her. Imagine!

Do you know where he lives?

[suspenseful Music]

Fucking gringo!

Nothing!

Hey, Pedro, what if the jerk from the hospital gave us a false address?

First of all, show some respect. I'm not your compadre.

And second, it's not a false address. The fucking gringo lives here.

All right, Don Pedro.

-So, shall we wait for him? -No, he's not coming back.

[Amalia] I don't usually let anyone in without a valid ID. You know that.

Amalia, please. I can vouch for this man 100%.

Don't you trust me?

Of course not.

Look, Amalia...

I'll be honest with you.

It's a sad story and I do trust that it won't leave this room, OK?

My friend has escaped from the retirement home his son put him in.

He locked him up there so he could keep his house.

Can you imagine your own son doing that?

Look at his face.

Does this look like the face of a dangerous man?

-No, no good. -No?

More sexy and less awkward.

-But I feel awkward! -Honestly!

You know what? Get rid of the blanket.

-No, no way! -Take it off!

No! You're a pervert, aren't you!

I was joking.

I'm sorry, it's just that it reminded me of something.

What is it?

I didn't want to tell you, but...

it was really uncomfortable.

You know your neighbor?

I bumped into him in the elevator and...

He didn't actually do anything,

but he stood really close to me.

And, maybe it's just me,

but there was plenty of room.

Shall I talk to him?

No, no.

Forget it. I'm probably imagining things.

OK, take off the blanket!

-No, no, no. -Off!!

-Both of us! -Just one nude photo, please!

[suspenseful Music]

[Chapas] Apparently they saw an old gringo in the Alza neighborhood.

-It might be nothing. -Nothing?

Nothing's what we have now.

Tell the boys to check all the hostels. Make sure they don't miss a single one.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Get down from there!

What's up, boss? You don't like that chick?

She's smoking hot.

Yeah, yeah... And you would know, right?

This new generation. Zero temptations.

And zero compassion, like that fucking Herod.

What did you say?

Don't tell me you haven't heard of Herod?

He's the devil incarnate.

No one knows who he is or what he looks like.

There are no photos, no videos of that asshole.

The only thing anyone knows is that he went to the baptism

of one of the kids of Ms. Turon's enemies

in Mexico and killed everyone.

And when I say everyone,

I mean men, women and children.

I doubt that asshole can sleep with that on his conscience.

You asshole!

Stop talking shit. You're a fucking idiot.

Look, Don Pedro. You asked me for respect, right?

Well I ask the same.

[Tiger] Bring me my teeth.

[Pedro] Look, look.

That must be him.

Hey!

You the Tiger?

Can't you see my stripes?

We're here about Olga,

a whore who was killed last week and who worked for you.

We need to clear a few things up.

I didn't see anything,

or hear anything. I don't know anything.

And I'm not going to tell you anything.

Besides, with that cute accent of yours...

you're not cops.

You want to do this the hard way, asshole?

I'm going to confess something.

I'm not the Tiger.

I work for him.

Important matters have to be discussed with the Tiger himself.

Are you the ones looking for the Tiger?

Hang on, I'll get him.

Here he is. Who wants to suck him first?

You, or you?

[laughing]

So, compadres? Did you like the Big Tiger?

Asshole!

Pedro!

Take that, you asshole.

Please don't kill me.

Kill you? No, no.

I'm going to take you to my boss, so you can be her toy.

This is a nightmare.

No, dude.

You wake up from a nightmare.

Now am I the man you're looking for?

I'm getting more and more convinced.

I love you.

-Fuck! I love you. -You do?

I love you, I love you.

Everything OK?

Something happened?

The neighbor?

Open your fucking mouth,

or I'll blow your head off. Yours and your wife's.

You have a daughter, right?

You shouldn't let her play in the laundry room.

It could be dangerous.

[Iborra] This will be the last message I send you.

Now you can rot in hell.

What are you doing?

-That was great. -Yeah.

-Want a drink? -OK, then.

[suspenseful Music]

[San Roman] Juanfri, I'll have my usual.

It was your husband.

You know what?

You're crazy.

But you don't deserve this.

I didn't take you as sensitive, Puertas.

I'm like grime.

I get softer with liquids.

What's your first name? I've never asked you.

Giliberto.

Gili.

That's a dumbass name!

I never know if you're laughing or crying.

I'm not going to cry anymore.

I'm going to check Pallares' phone.

[Puertas] Something "juicy", I imagine.

Forensics said she was killed between 3 and 4 AM, right?

Yeah.

He made two calls during that time.

Two contacts, both lawyers.

You think the old man will kill again?

I would.

[suspenseful Music]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

-Mr. San Roman? -Speaking.

This is Commissioner Ines Iborra.

Sorry?

Commissioner Ines Iborra, from the Basque police.

I'm calling because I have reason to believe your life's in danger.

Do you have a moment to talk?

Help! Locker room!

San Roman! Hello?

Mr. San Roman?

San Roman?

San Roman? Hello? Can you hear me?

Theo. Theo, is that you?

Mr. San Roman?

Theo? Theo, is that you?

Karma does exist, just that sometimes, it needs soldiers.

I'll call the remaining lawyer.

No.

We'll use him as bait.

[Mazas] My friend's a killer! A real-life killer!

[in English] How do you feel, my friend?

Pretty good.

Let's get fucking wasted!

Yes! Let's get drunk.

Where's all the booze, cabr n?

Must be in my liver, because there's nothing left here.

I'm going to the store to get us some rum.

Hey, don't you go partying while I'm gone, OK?

I'll wait here for you. Hey, Gentleman.

[in English] I love you, man.

Does everyone with cancer become a maric n?

Wow, Lydia!

They're amazing.

-Really? -Yes.

-But they look kind of sad, no? -Yeah.

I asked one of the zookeepers what would happen if one of them escaped

and you know what he said?

That it would stay there, in its cage,

because the tiger, deep down in its soul,

knows there are no more jungles left to go back to.

-Hey. -What?

Did you ever talk to the neighbor?

Has he bothered you again?

No, on the contrary. They've moved.

From one day to the next. As if they were running away.

[in Spanish] Can I help you?

[in Spanish] Can you?

I hope so.

The thing is...

I was wondering if you might have a room available for a couple like us.

Yes, I'm sure we have something.

You have something? Oh, that's great. They have something.

They have something.

And out of curiosity...

In any of these rooms that are occupied,

there wouldn't be

an old American, would there?

[suspenseful Music]

[Woman] Thank you.

[Woman] You're so heavy!

Male, elderly, American.

Nothing?

And what if you showed us the photos of any clients

that might match that description that you keep in

your data base, or wherever the fuck you keep those kinds of things?

Because if we see him, we might recognize him.

[Maza coughs]

That sounds like an old guy's cough.

[intense Music]

[Gunshot]

Can you tell me who you've got up there?

You don't know? Are you messing with me?

Don't be shy. Let's go see the rooms upstairs.

Don't try and be smart, or I'll blow your brains out, OK?

German!

Don't fucking move! Fuck my life!

Let's finish this.

American?

I am the American, Asshole.

[Gunshot]

I don't know how to tell you this, but you look worse.

I am Lee Marvin!

-[laughs] -Yes, you are, Killer.

[Theo] Yes, you are.

On my nightstand... Credit card.

The secret number is in a paper... in my wallet.

[Theo] Okay, Killer, okay.

[Maza] Promise me...

You won't die in bed.

And that you'll kill them all.

[calm Music]

[sobbing]

[in Spanish] A 72-year old man has killed two of our guys.

I think I should hire him and send all of you the fuck home.

He's an ex-soldier.

-He was a supply sergeant. -He's trained.

He spent his whole military career eating candy at his desk.

Hardly the fucking Universal Soldier!

-When the fuck will you bring him to me? -I have a plan.

-Slow down, I'm getting excited! -He's going to come to us.

We know his plans, his objectives.

We just need three of your best men.

And a cage that he's going to climb into himself.

You see? This is the Herod I like.

Which reminds me...

Hold out your hand.

Hold out your fucking hand.

A small souvenir.

I pulled them out of that pimp, to show you I'm always thinking of you.

Well, aren't you precious?

There's something else.

I've been asking around and you don't need to worry about Mexico.

How come?

It seems that the guy they sent thinks you're out of the country.

Somewhere in France.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

[Iborra] Look at the lawyer with the Attorney General.

That hooker had no chance.

He's not coming.

[Iborra] He'll show up.

[Puertas] Not if that guard dog doesn't leave.

Hello?

-Ledesma? -Who is this?

What do you mean who's this?

The person who's going to save your fucking skin.

[suspenseful Music]

[Iborra] What the fuck's this guy doing now?

[Puertas] I don't know, but the one in white is Turon.

A client of Pallares.

And one of the world's most powerful narcos.

A woman-killer and a narco on the same boat

and we're trying to catch an old man with a broken heart.

[Pedro] Baby, I was thinking that after this job we could go away together.

For real?

-When could we go? -In a few days.

I just have to do some things and then we can leave.

-Where do you want to go? -Mexico.

No, Mexico no.

But I'm dying to see where you come from.

Besides, baby, if we're serious, I want to know more about you.

Don't argue. Not Mexico.

You have the rest of the world to choose from.

OK, OK.

Wait a moment.

[Ledesma] Evening.

[in Spanish] Hey, what's going on in there?

-I practice my English with you, yes? -Oh, yeah, great, great.

Where do you want to know?

Where... Why, why do I want to know.

Because...

I don't know, I thought I saw one of my acquaintances going in, you know?

You look for the game, no?

You got me. Poker, right?

1.000 euros minimum to play.

1.000 euros? Damn!

Too fucking easy.

HE TOOK THE BAIT

OK, let's go, how does this work?

What's that?

It's original, boss.

Hey, Ms. Turon told me there'd be no risk.

-This wasn't the deal. -Get off me.

Let's be clear about a few things here.

I know I'm the worm on the hook. I'm the bait, I accept that.

But under no circumstances are you going to give me orders.

Understood, Mr. Fisherman?

What are you laughing at? Get into position.

[Theo] My friend...

Can you keep an eye on my suitcase for me? I wanna go have a smoke.

No bomb.

Yes.

Boss!

The gringo's there.

I've got him in my sights. Say the word and I'll take him down.

No. No.

The deal with Ms. Turon was for that fucking guy to rot in jail.

Don't even think about pulling the trigger.

We want him alive.

That's more like it.

Think. Think, capullo. Don't fuck up.

[intense Music]

-[in Spanish] Do you have a light? -Okay, yes.

I am a big fan of your work.

And now, show me your hands.

Let's go.

Mr. Theo Wemberg.

I'm Commissioner Iborra. You're under arrest.

Hang on, hang on.

My suitcase. We gotta go back.

-What was that? -Something about a suitcase.

-Come on, come on, we gotta go back! -Sit there and shut up!

Come on! I left the suitcase in the bar!

We can't leave it there, we gotta go back!

You don't need it where you're going.

My wife! Her clothes are in there!

They're gonna throw it away. It's all I have left!

[in Spanish] He says his wife's clothes are in it.

Come on, I beg you.

Behave yourself and Santa might bring it for you.

Fucking old guy!

[in English] He's getting your suitcase. Happy?

You think you're a real knight in shining armor, don't you?

Avenging your sweetheart.

Well...

Let me tell you something.

She didn't love you.

We talked to her colleagues and all said the same.

Olga saw you as just a living ATM.

A sad old man that she would squeeze for money

without even having to take off her panties.

You probably see yourself as a romantic hero,

when in reality you're just a dumb murderer.

To be honest, I prefer people who kill out of hate.

At least they don't have a stupid look on their faces when I tell them the truth.

-What's that? -What I'm saying is

you could never understand because those who live in a world in broad strokes

can never recognize the simple life.

Wow.

Love makes everyone a poet or a killer.

I didn't do it for her, I did it for me.

I did it so I could feel like something

instead of a pathetic old man who's just waiting to die.

So I could feel like I did for a few hours every Thursday.

They thought she was nothing.

Meant nothing. They were fucking wrong.

They thought they could kill her, that it would mean nothing.

I showed them what killing feels like. What killing looks like.

And I would've got that last piece of shit too if you hadn't stopped me.

Yes.

I guess they've finally met their match.

Funny. Isn't it?

Not much difference between love or hate, when it comes to killing.

Killing for self-respect, to be the person you once were.

I know what you mean.

Better than you think.

When you're done, you'll have nowhere to hide.

Now fuck off before my partner gets back.

[intense Music]

Police?

English, please.

I guess I'm a dumbass by name.

Where is he?

We never caught him.

I should arrest you.

So why don't you?

You're going to end up all alone.

Boss kid...

I think that fucking gringo

smelled the trap and went home.

What are we doing here? Eh?

I was promised Pancho Villa and what do I get?

Clown number 1, clown number 2.

I'm calling Turon... [screams]

Sit down, you mother fucker, and don't move!

You're right. You're the fucking bait.

You know what fishermen think of bait? Not fucking much!

Hey, you, it was the daughter.

It was Turon's enemy's daughter who was getting baptized.

It wasn't a little boy.

And yes, I sleep perfectly well at night.

Now, go upstairs and do as I say, asshole.

[Police sirens]

[knocking in Door]

Hey, hey, hey! Put your guns down.

Put your guns down. Do it.

-Open the door. -What am I supposed to say?

You're the lawyer.

Talk to the cops. Do your fucking job.

Evening, officer.

-Evening. -How can I help?

[Police] We received a report of suspicious activity.

-We have to check these things. -It's a false alarm.

Here, Marcos Ledesma.

Criminal lawyer. There's no need to worry,

I'll make sure nothing illegal happens here tonight, OK? Good night.

[Police] Wait a moment.

Fuck this shit. Fucking Herod!

Screw you!

Get inside!

Santa Maria Blanca, give me your eyes to escape my enemies.

[suspenseful Music]

[Pedro] What did you do, you idiot? Who the hell told you to shoot, asshole?

Killing cops is fun, right, Herod?

You fucked up the whole plan, you jerk.

Look...

maybe it's cause I'm an old guy,

but among my enemies are cops and fucking criminals, like you or I...

But kids? Inside a church, man?

Killing kids... That's the devil's work.

And you know what?

Santa Maria Blanca

has given me her permission to send you to hell.

Come on, guys!

No, get out of here!

[SWAT] Everyone inside!

All clear!

[in Spanish] For the love of God, don't kill me.

[in English] English, motherfucker, I know you speak it.

[in English] I didn't kill the girl, it was Pallares. Pallares, he did it.

You're in the Lord's house.

Please.

Please don't do it. Don't do this.

I am a good person.

Yes.

I have two little puppies at home. They're alone. They need me.

I can give you money. Lots of money. I can give you protection.

Yes.

I can get you another girl. Yes, better than the other.

A girl that doesn't even look like a fucking prostitute.

No, no!

Don't do it. Don't do it.

Oh, come on.

You know why people like you and your friends are still around?

Because we don't drink from the skulls of our enemies anymore.

Theo.

Fuck. Now what?

I take it you're not a priest.

It's over, old man. Drop your weapon.

Seriously?

You came so far, Theo.

I mean, an officer who never even deployed.

An officer? Are you trying to fucking flatter me?

You're still breathing. Maybe you should just feel grateful.

Grateful?

What makes you think I'm afraid to die?

But you...

you have something to live for.

Don't you?

When you get old, you've seen everything. There's nothing new.

Like fear. Fear in somebody's eyes.

Like what I see in yours.

The only man who's not afraid to die

is the one who thinks he's dead already.

You know who said that? Lee fucking Marvin.

Also a US marine.

Take some advice from an old man.

Whatever it is you're afraid of losing, go back to your cage and protect it...

while I finish this piece of shit.

[Police Sirens]

[in Spanish] It's him.

We looked at your husband's cell phone.

The battery was dead. That's why we couldn't locate it.

We put a new one in and there were several missed calls from you.

-You got the phone? -Puertas has it.

Puertas!

[Iborra, Mailbox] I'll never forget the look on your face when I shot you.

It was a good shot.

You have to admit it.

Now, finally, I can move on with my life.

This will be the last message I send you.

Now you can rot in hell.

[Commissioner] If it's OK with you, Commissioner,

we'll listen to the last saved message.

[Iborra, Mailbox] Hi, it's me again. The pain in your ass.

I'm an idiot for thinking you'd change.

For letting all this time pass and seeing everything was the same.

But that's not the worst thing.

The worst thing is I still love you.

I still love you and I miss you.

[Commissioner] Is that all?

That's all, Chief Commissioner.

I'm sorry for your loss, Commissioner.

We'll do whatever we can to find whoever did this to your husband.

Puertas...

Karma needs soldiers, Commissioner.

[calm Music]

[Theo] As retirements go, it's not bad.

Got a bed, hot food,

time to relax and respect.

-Mail for Grandpa. -I'll take it.

[Theo] They know who I am, what I did, why...

I even have a group of people that follow me everywhere.

I'm like... I'm like a guru.

[Feroz, Spanish] Excuse me, Grandpa. Have you made a decision yet?

[Theo] I owe everything to the moment when I discovered that in this world,

everything looks clearer if you look at it straight on.

[Feroz, Spanish] Shall I handle the pedophile who arrived yesterday?

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

[in Spanish] I'll kill him myself.

[Popsong]