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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

THE BOND

Bye, Ana.

-Bye! -Bye!

-Thank you! -Thank you! Bye, girls!

Okay, let's go.

Any word on Mr. Ricardo?

He's not answering his phone.

Another mom-daughter night?

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

A hundred, right?

Do you need anything else?

No, honey. You can go now.

-See you on Monday. -See you.

Will you take much longer?

I must come back for the barbecue in 30 minutes.

Would you mind doing so on Monday?

Then I'd have to charge you extra for the weekend, ma'am.

Okay.

-Did you have a good time, sweetie? -Yeah.

-How good? -Very good.

-Oh, yeah? The party was a blast, right? -Yes.

I want some sweets.

-Sweets? Haven't you had enough? -No.

-How many have you had? -Ten.

That's a lot! No more sweets for today!

What was the best thing about the party?

The sweets.

-And what about your presents? -Those too.

-They were good, right? -Yeah.

Now it's time to put away your toys and get ready for bed.

-Okay? -Okay.

You give me a kiss?

-A bu… -"Bu…"

A butterfly kiss. And…

-an Eski… -An Eskimo kiss.

That's it!

Okay, darling.

Please pick up your toys.

And no more sweets.

You ate enough of them.

Hello. Is Mr. Ricardo in?

Who's asking?

Oh, please forgive me. The door was open, so I let myself in.

I'm Walter Castillo.

My husband's not at home. How can I help you?

I have a meeting with him. I need him to sign some papers.

You can call him on Monday.

Or you could call him and he'll confirm our meeting.

His phone's off.

Will he be back today?

He didn't say he wouldn't.

I'm sorry. I would invite you in, but it's late

-and I must put my daughter to bed. -That's fine.

Do you mind if I just wait out here in my car?

If that's okay with you, then…

And will you please let me know if he calls?

-Yes, I'll let you know. -Thank you. Excuse me.

Why aren't you tidying up your things?

Why hasn't Daddy come home?

Because he's busy with work.

But I'm sure he's dying to hug you.

Has your husband called?

Come.

-What do you think you're doing? -Pardon?

You can't have music blaring like that.

-Oh, I'm so sorry. -Come in.

-Okay, excuse me. -Go ahead.

-This way. -Thank you.

-Hello. How are you? -Hello.

Take a seat.

What a pretty little girl.

Let's hope he won't take much longer.

I'm sorry for bothering you, but you know how business works.

When it rains, it pours.

Are you a lawyer too?

Who, me? Well, I wish I was.

But you work at my husband's firm?

Oh, I didn't mention it to you. I'm just a regular employee

and work for your husband's best client.

Would you like a coffee, Walter?

Oh, I would. Thank you.

Sweetheart, finish picking everything up.

Hello. You've reached Ricardo Acebes de la Serna.

Please leave a message.

Ricardo, for the fifth time, where are you?

Laura hasn't stopped asking about you and I'm running out of excuses.

Also, could you please tell me who the fuck is this Walter guy?

I just have a complete stranger waiting for you here,

so pick up before I lose it.

Your husband?

I've left him a message.

I did too, but to no avail.

Would you mind waiting in the living room?

Sure, ma'am.

Time to get up!

If you'll excuse me, I must put my daughter to bed.

This early?

Please help yourself.

Let's go, cookie. It's time for bed.

-I don't want to go to bed. -Come on.

I want to watch a movie with Daddy when he gets home.

I'm sure you'll be fast asleep by the time he gets here.

-You kept eating sweets? -Yes.

No wonder you're not sleepy. How many more did you have?

GOLF TOURNAMENT

HOME SECURITY SYSTEM

What's up, Marquitos?

Yes, I'm here now.

No, he isn't home yet.

Can you believe he missed his daughter's birthday party?

A guy like that cannot be trusted, right?

Don't worry, Marquitos.

Tell Mr. Silverio I'll take care of everything.

Yeah.

No, no. You stay there and keep an eye on that woman.

He may show up here or there any time now.

Okay.

You have a lovely house.

Were you able to reach my husband?

No, ma'am.

-Please have a seat. -Thank you.

It just smells like home.

I'm sure this coffee is Colombian.

What does your boss do exactly?

Business.

What kind of business?

Sorry, I didn't mean to…

It's fine, don't worry.

Let your husband do the worrying.

I mean, it's not like him to be so late.

What's so funny?

Oh, no.

I just find it weird to talk to you, a fellow countrywoman from Cali,

who speaks with a Spanish accent.

What else has my husband told you about me?

Not much.

When I met him, I told him I was from Cali and he said,

-"Joder, just like my missus." -He said that?

To be honest, I didn't keep digging. I generally don't ask questions.

"My missus."

Yeah.

"My missus."

You really don't remember we met at the golf club?

It was at a cocktail party put on by your husband's firm.

You really don't remember?

No, I don't remember at all.

Well, of course. That day there was a sea of faces.

I'm just really bad at remembering people's faces.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Of course, go ahead.

Hello. You've reached Ricardo Acebes de la Serna. Please--

This cannot be happening to me.

We're watching a movie.

Okay, I see.

But it's too late for movies, cookie.

Could you please leave the room?

Of course, ma'am. High five.

I didn't mean to bother you.

Okay, time for bed. It's already late. Careful!

-I tripped. -Yeah.

It's okay. Come here. Time for bed.

-It's not fair. -Okay.

Dad's friend's really nice. His name is Walter.

Daddy's friend has to leave.

When is Daddy coming back?

You, Dad, and I will watch the movie tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

-Okay. -With Mr. Cucumber?

-With Mr. Cucumber. -Okay!

Okay!

Okay, time to sleep.

Close your eyes. Okay.

That's it.

I must ask you to leave.

Oh, but…

I'm very sorry, but it's late and I'm exhausted.

I just can't leave without your husband's signature.

Do what you have to do, just not in my house.

Sir, please, this is getting awkward.

Oh, yes. Okay, I'm really sorry.

Would you please allow me to wait outside in my car?

I'll park further away and won't disturb you.

Do as you see fit, but please park somewhere else.

I really don't intend to make you uncomfortable.

Oh, no, it's just that today's been… I'm really sorry.

Oh, no. I'm the one who's sorry. Excuse me.

Is it my husband? Let me talk to him.

Hello?

No, he hasn't come yet.

And when was that?

Please!

I won't be shushed in my own house.

Yes, I'll take care of that. Okay.

Just leave, please!

Get out of my house!

What are you doing?

Excuse me, ma'am,

but you don't seem to be getting it.

I'm calling the police.

Will you cut the crap?

Be quiet.

Don't you dare shout.

We don't want the girl to wake up, right?

What do you want? Cash, jewellery?

What?

Take whatever you want, but please don't hurt us.

Don't you get it?

Shut the fuck up!

Go sit on the couch.

Move.

Move!

Okay.

…seized four tons of cocaine

that were hidden in a container from Colombia. The cargo…

What's going on?

Fuck!

-What's the matter? -What do you think?

I don't…

I don't know. I don't understand. I…

Your husband.

…organized crime and drug trafficking…

He's been arrested?

I wish.

He was the first to run away.

That bloody coward.

My baby!

Leave her alone.

-Give me the house keys. -What for?

-Do you want me to beat you? -No.

-Should I tie you up? -No.

-That'd make things easier. -No.

Promise me you won't touch my daughter.

I'm not promising you anything, I just came here to work. Keys!

They're there, on the table.

If you're good to me, I'll be good to you.

You trust me and I'll trust you.

No.

Am I being held hostage?

I wouldn't call it that.

This is more like…

a bond.

-A bond? -Oh, don't fuck with me.

You expect me to believe you don't know what your man does?

My kid and this house are already too much for me.

Oh, yeah?

How much do you think this house cost?

Do you believe money grows in trees?

What do you mean, "A bond"?

Oh, Lord, grant me patience not to kill this woman.

I'll try to explain this as simply as possible.

Turns out…

your husband,

that fucking son of a bitch,

went to Cali to talk with Mr. Silverio.

-My husband went to Cali again? -That’s the least of it.

Your husband told my boss,

"So, I'd like to take some cows back to Spain."

To which my boss replied, "No, not yet."

But your husband kept fucking insisting until he convinced him.

He said, "Chill, the cows will be fine, nothing will happen to them."

And guess what?

Those cows never made it.

That means your husband owes my boss a lot of money.

Did you get it or should I use the toys?

I'm not stupid.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful.

My husband doesn't talk about his work.

He shuts himself in his study and doesn't let us touch anything.

It's a complete mess.

Show me his study.

His office?

No, his study.

A bit messy for a lawyer.

I told you.

Leave that there.

Where's the safe?

You're gonna tell me you don't have one?

What's the code?

I don't know.

And I don't have the key either.

You sure?

I'm sure.

I swear.

I believe you.

I need the bathroom.

Do you mind?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Don't touch my things.

-I didn't-- -Don't!

Okay, your things

are my things now.

Let's calm down.

You wouldn't like that kid to grow up without her mommy, right?

Jerk.

Where're you going?

I need a drink.

I'm no jerk.

I've got very bad luck.

Well, shit happens sometimes.

Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you.

I've never, ever, had anything to do with Colombian drug traffickers.

And now this is happening to me in my own house, in Spain.

Isn't that bad luck?

Bad luck is marrying a total rascal.

-Want some? -I never drink on duty.

"On duty." You're a cop now?

Who told you I'm not a cop?

Shit!

Oh, shit. The police may be looking for my husband.

Relax. We've got that under control.

What if they come here? Walter, the police aren't stupid.

If they come, things could get tough.

But they won't because it's all under control.

I already told you. We're hours ahead of them, as usual.

Let me and the kid leave.

-No. -Please.

I swear I won't tell anyone. I swear on my mother's life.

If I let you leave, what would I threaten your husband with?

Damned be the day I married that bastard!

That bastard is good at making money disappear.

That's why Mr. Silverio took him on.

Yeah, to launder money, right?

Exactly. We give him the money as dirty as my conscience

and he brings it back as clean as driven snow.

That's why we call him the Magician. But he's gone rotten.

-My life is a farce. -Nah.

It is.

All this, the house, the furniture, the carpets…

even my marriage. It's all a lie.

But your daughter is real.

Do you have children, Walter?

My daughter is the only reason I'm still here

putting up with a man who doesn't give a fuck about me

and his family, who have never loved me.

No matter how hard I try to fit in, they don't love me.

I act, talk, and dress like them…

But I know I'm not part of their world and never will be.

You cry all the way to the bank.

Be grateful you have a husband who has the money to pay for your house,

your cars, your luxuries. Your Pilates teacher.

You also know I do Pilates?

You know what, Walter?

All this luxury hasn't made me any happier than I was before.

If you say so…

You don't believe me?

You have everything a woman could wish for.

Right, I've got everything.

Everything except a man who loves me or even respects me.

-Come on, he does love you. -No.

Do you know how he shows his love? By cheating on me.

-No way. -Oh, yes.

With my best friend, right here in this house.

And what's her name?

Her name's Cayetana. I met her at the golf club.

Pretty, elegant, classy. We hit it off immediately.

We'd go shopping at the best boutiques in Madrid.

She used to sit right there.

I didn't see that bitch coming.

How did you find out?

Like they do in the movies.

One Wednesday, when I got to Pilates, Daniel cancelled the--

-Daniel? -My Pilates instructor.

Let me guess.

So, you got home and… bam!

Exactly. In the double bed.

-No. -Yes. Yes…

They didn't have the slightest respect.

Assholes. And what did you do?

-I burnt the mattress. -Good.

You sure you don't want a shot?

Okay, just a drop.

I can't even describe how I felt when I saw them in the bed.

I thought I'd die.

I've never felt more humiliated.

Thank you.

I asked Ricardo for a divorce.

Then he got on his knees, begged me and pleaded,

"What will my parents say?"

That motherfucker only cares about what people say.

But you forgave him?

For my daughter's sake.

Your daughter, of course.

I know what it's like to grow up in a broken family.

You suffer a lot.

But did you forgive each other? Do you love each other?

He's been sleeping in his office since then.

I ended up seeing a psychiatrist swallowing all kinds of pills.

Antidepressants, Prozac, Xanax…

I don't sleep a wink without them.

That pretty much sums it up.

That lawyer is an idiot.

I would treat you like a princess, a real queen.

Because that's what you are.

I would take care of you.

I'm sorry if I that made you uncomfortable.

No, I just…

I don't know why I tell my secrets to a stranger.

Come on! A stranger?

We're just getting acquainted.

Excuse me.

What should I call you? My kidnapper?

-No, I'm no kidnapper. -You aren't?

You're holding me and my daughter against our will in our own house

and threatening me with a gun, aren't you?

It's not a gun, it's a revolver.

Oh, okay. Now I feel reassured.

You don't feel guilty for this?

It's my job.

It's the only thing I know how to do. And I do it well.

What do you see when you look in the mirror?

What do I see?

Well, I see a very handsome man.

A good-looking guy.

And the best collections agency in Madrid.

A hitman?

So it's no holds barred now?

Easy.

It's the neighbors' dog. He does it every night.

Are you hungry?

I am. But I'm actually more interested in hearing your great stories.

I'm a woman, I can multitask.

Okay

I'm sure you like arroz con pollo?

It's my favorite dish.

It's my mother's recipe. I've cooked it myself.

That lawyer sure is lucky.

I don't cook it every day.

But today was my daughter's birthday.

My Filipino maid is usually the one who cooks.

"My Filipino maid"? Did you buy her or what?

Ricardo's family don't like their women lifting a finger in the house.

-Can you believe it? -Really?

Yes.

Once, I had the great idea of telling my sisters-in-law how I make the rice,

and one of them said to me, "Don't tell me Ricardo makes you cook!"

God…

Does he make you?

Excuse me?

I follow no one's orders. Wine?

Ricardo knows I'm the boss at home.

I just love cooking.

I love rice,

crispy plantain fritters,

chicken soup…

Oh, I love chicken soup!

-Delicious, right? -Oh, yes.

Ricardo's sisters don't even know how to fry an egg

and they have the nerve to criticize me behind my back.

But you're not like them.

Of course not. I had a job before I got married.

They've never worked a day in their lives.

-Can I ask you a favor? -Of course.

-I'd love a beer with the rice. -Sure.

I could have kept on working.

And why didn't you?

I don't know.

Your husband doesn't let you?

No, that's not it.

What then?

I have always done precisely what's expected of me.

Like what?

Like everything. Absolutely everything.

Getting married, being the perfect wife, smiling at the neighbors.

Creating a little bubble of happiness around me.

And what good has it done to me, Walter? Tell me.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

This is really good.

It's good, right?

You built a family.

Let me tell you you're doing a great job.

What would you know?

Look at your daughter. A pretty girl, well groomed, and well looked after.

You obviously love and care about her.

She means the world to me. Laura is the love of my life.

But I miss a lot of things.

What do you miss the most?

My friends.

The streets of Cali.

The breeze from the hills at six in the evening. How sweet!

But most of all, I miss my mom.

What part of the city are you from?

La Merced.

That's a really good neighborhood.

-And you? -Alfonso López.

It must have been hard growing up there, right?

Why? Quite the opposite. I have fond memories.

I remember when my dad built the house, he started with the roof.

The roof?

Once the roof is built, they can't take the plot away from you. That's the law.

I didn't know that.

My father started with the roof. I would steal bricks to help him.

Then he started drinking.

He gave up,

so my brother and I finished the house.

The only thing my father built was the roof.

To be honest, I never ventured into your neighborhood.

Yours was much more dangerous than mine, I wouldn't set foot in there.

Why?

Shall I tell you a story?

One day I was in the neighborhood,

when suddenly a very pretty girl appeared.

She was white and blonde, just like you.

But she looked lost.

I asked her, "Are you okay?" She said she was lost and frightened.

So I said, "Don't worry. Where do you live?"

And she said she lived in your neighborhood.

And guess what happened when we got there?

Once there, her family, her friends, they were all waiting for her.

And as soon as they set eyes on me, they beat the shit out of me.

They broke two of my ribs and my nose with a stick.

How awful. What did the girl do?

Nothing. She didn't say a thing.

She didn't speak up for me.

She just let them beat me.

That little bitch.

Would you like more rice?

I would. It's really good.

Did your daughter enjoy her birthday party?

Yes, she was very happy.

It would have been perfect if her dad had shown up.

Look.

Is this your son?

-That's a pic from his birthday party. -He's really handsome.

He takes after his father.

Yeah, you both look alike.

Have you been able to see him?

I meet him twice a month on a video call.

I am watching him grow up through the screen of my phone.

That's hard.

So don't complain.

At least your daughter lives in a mansion

with two loving parents.

With one loving mother, you mean.

Make no mistake, Walter.

My kid only receives affection from me.

What do you mean?

Ricardo always wanted a boy.

That jerk couldn't even hide his disappointment

when he found out it was a girl.

Well,

you can still give Laura a little brother.

Well, that's his wish.

To have me stay here with the kids so he can go hook up with someone else.

No thanks!

No thank you.

Does your child know what you do for a living?

-Coffee? A drink? -No.

I'm good.

Tell me more about yourself.

What else do you need to know?

Where did you meet the lawyer?

In Cali.

Where in Cali?

Back then, I worked as a stewardess.

-An air hostess? -No, a conference hostess.

Or a product promoter!

You're still in shape to keep flying.

My uniform still fits.

And does your family still live in Cali?

Are you interrogating me?

Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to your family.

Though if you work for the Magician,

I'll have to extort that info from you.

My mom lives with my aunts and cousins.

My father is dead.

I'm sorry.

We ran out of money, so Mom started selling arepas

and I had to quit my ballet lessons and get a job.

-As a stewardess. -Conference hostess.

That's how I met Ricardo.

We fell in love, came to Spain, and got married. End of story.

Was it hard adjusting to Madrid?

No.

I like Madrid. The only problem is Ricardo's family.

Right, a family of moneybags.

They are very uptight people.

Is that why you do the accent?

I can do it too.

I had to fit in.

I just worry that Laura will turn into one of those spoiled rich girls.

Let me tell you what I think of Spaniards.

-They make me sad. -Why?

They're just very rude.

When you get somewhere, you say hello.

But they're just, "What would you like?"

Well, they're emotionally distant.

And the worst part is

they have no rhythm, no feeling, they can't dance.

Right, they don't have a clue.

You know what I really miss? Dancing some good salsa.

I used to love going clubbing at Juanchito's.

-You at Juanchito's? -I swear!

Then we'd go for soup at the Santa Elena market.

Juanchito's was much more unsafe than my neighborhood.

I love dancing salsa.

Like every Caleña, I'm a great salsa dancer.

You are?

Okay, then.

What?

Oh, no.

No.

Walter.

Come on.

Oh, yes, come on.

Let's dance.

-Why not? -I won't, no.

-Let's dance. -No.

-Don't play hard to get. -No.

This is not okay.

Let's dance, come on.

All right!

Nice song…

That's a nice song, huh?

-Yeah. -You've got some moves!

-I've not danced in a while. -Well, it shows.

But you did well! You were smooth!

Osvaldo Libreros Varga.

Oh, my God! What a great song!

-Yeah, it's a good one, but-- -But what?

-Come on. -Oh, no, I…

-What? -Just no.

Oh, come on.

-Walter, no… -Come here.

Walter, stop! What are you doing?

-Get up. -Okay.

Get up!

Go inside.

I just… I…

-I can explain. -Go inside!

-Move. -Okay.

-Stop. -Okay.

Where the fuck have you been?

Please, Ana, not now.

-Move. -Yes.

-I just-- -Move!

Okay, I…

Christ! Walter…

Careful!

Let's see if you spill the beans.

Please don't kill me.

-You're making a mistake-- -Shut up!

You traitor.

-Oh, man, you're completely wasted. -I'm not--

-Oh my God, Ricardo. -Don't move.

Stay there.

-But where do you want… -Move!

-Now sit down! -Fuck…

Jesus!

Please, no.

No.

-No, no. -Here.

-Put these on. -No…

-Come on. -Me? Seriously?

Yes, you!

Put the cuffs on, or I'll do it for you.

Ana, please, do as he says. Okay.

-No, but I-- -Put them on.

Okay, okay. Easy, Wal--

Okay.

Here.

Good.

Okay.

Walter, let me explain.

What's this beauty?

I hope you have a good explanation for this.

Why were you in such a hurry, carrying all this cash?

You've broken my rib. You've gone too far.

Explain yourself!

Walter.

Listen, I want to speak to your boss.

I am the boss here.

I'm his eyes, his mouth, his ears, and his legs.

-I'm the one to talk to. -Stop fucking around!

Let me talk to Mr. Silverio.

Where did you get all that money?

Walter, let's just talk in private, okay?

Leave my wife out of it, please.

-No, I won't be left out anymore. -You--

Tell me why you were in such a hurry.

Ana, stay out of this.

It's business. Leave it to me and keep quiet!

Don't tell me to keep quiet.

You got us into this shit!

So don't tell me what to do,

because you dragged your family into this.

I'm sorry to butt in, but she's right.

I can't believe I'm married to a narco!

Shut your fucking mouth!

Easy, Mr. Lawyer. This lady knows everything that's going on.

Will you answer me or not? Where did you get that money?

Walter, I was going to use that money to pay off my debt to your boss.

Then it'd have to be three times heavier.

I know, but you don't need to worry. I've got everything under control.

Walter, I… What're you doing?

What… Where're you going?

-Wal-- -Walter, no!

This cocksucker is really starting to piss me off now.

Ricardo, for our daughter's sake.

Give him what he wants so he can leave, please.

Leave my family out of it, please.

You heard your wife.

Let's start by the beginning.

Why did you fuck it up?

It's even been on the news.

So you already know what happened. What do you want me to tell you?

Do I look like an idiot? Answer me.

The police knew about the whole thing and were waiting for us.

Someone must've snitched on us.

Didn't you say it was a safe route?

And it was!

Okay, I swear I'll pay you.

I will, but I need some extra time.

-Extra time? -Yes.

But, man, now we're into penalties.

This can't be happening. Seriously, this can't be happening!

Calm down. Everything's gonna be fine. Okay?

Yeah, right. It's all going to be fine.

This is what's next.

You two are going to stay here while I talk to the boss.

-No. -Yes.

-And you'll speak. -No.

-'Cause you aren't doing it. -Walter.

Walter, tell Mr. Silverio I'll pay. I just want to talk to him.

Please!

Walter.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

Does that even matter now?

This is all one big mess, darling.

Mr. Silverio?

The Magician just showed up.

Yes, until that asshole appeared.

Same old story. He has no idea and doesn't know anything.

He said he wanted to talk to you, but I told him to talk to me.

-Where were you going with that bag? -Where?

Yes, where.

Well, I was going to help my family.

How? By running away?

Listen.

I was planning on coming back, grab the money and our passports

so we could leave until things settled down.

But then I got here and saw someone else's car outside!

How did you get in?

All I could do was get the money so I had something to bargain with.

And I would have if someone hadn't left a barbecue in the middle of our garden!

If you'd made it to your kid's birthday, you would've seen the fucking barbecue!

That's right, more insults!

You knew this could happen, didn't you?

What do you mean?

I mean the hitman.

You're asking me if I knew

that a hitman would come and threaten us?

-I am. -Well, I didn't!

What the hell?

He says that Laura and I are a bond. A bond for what, Ricardo?

What fucking bond are you talking about?

I can't tell you anything for our sake. Period.

Forget it. I'll just ask Walter who seems to know everything about us!

Are you out of your mind? The less you talk to him, the better.

He's dangerous!

And by the way, what were you doing dancing with him?

What did you want me to do?

He's got a gun. If he tells me to dance, I dance.

I haven't seen you dance for ages.

I mean, you still dance very well.

Ricardo, please, focus.

How do we get out of this? What should we do?

Calm down, Ana.

They're after me. I promise you two will be fine.

Promise me.

What?

Promise me nothing's going to happen to me or our daughter.

I swear on Laura's life, okay?

But let me handle this, will you?

Honey, this is a total shitshow, I get that, but…

You have to understand I've done everything for the two of you.

Right, thank you very much. Thank you.

Ana, we have this house thanks to me, okay?

Laura goes to private school and you--

-And I what? -You have your cards,

your… I mean, your Pilates classes.

Now blame everything on my Pilates classes.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Just please get this.

Family is the most important thing to me.

What family?

-How do you mean? -Our family?

Or your daddy and sisters?

What are you…

You think I don't care about you, that I don't do enough?

Does this look like you care?

We're handcuffed in our own house while a hitman's in the garden.

At least Laura is asleep upstairs. Seems like you really care!

It's funny how I've never heard you complaining before.

You wanted a new car, there's your expensive car!

You wanted a fur coat? There's your fur coat!

You sure are a spendthrift!

If I'd known you'd turn into a criminal I never would've married you!

You knew you were marrying a lawyer. Don't be so self-righteous.

An upstanding lawyer.

That I've never been.

Okay.

Like they say, "Let's cut to the chase."

Shit.

What's that?

The house, the cars, the boat, and the apartment in Baqueira.

This man is taking everything from us.

Walter, can we sort this out?

What do you think we're doing?

Don't you dare sign that!

There must be another way to sort this out, right?

Maybe threatening your dad.

I'm sure the old man would do anything to save his boy.

Right, he always does.

What's up with you? Whose side are you taking?

Okay, give me that and leave my dad alone.

Just listen to Walter, your father could help us.

Shut up.

Do you realize what you're doing?

Don't worry, we'll be fine.

I warned Mr. Silverio. I told him not to trust this man.

But he didn't listen and gave the money to this jerk.

Okay, Walter. That's enough. Fucking hell.

Then, a few months ago, he went to Cali

and said, "I wanna be a smuggler."

That's when I stopped liking you.

I just found out from Walter that you went to Cali.

Then you ask me to trust you?

Turns out, I was right all along.

The boss even congratulated me on my job.

And you know why? Because I'm trustworthy.

Trustworthy…

Walter, look at me.

Walter, please. You…

You already got what you wanted. Please uncuff us and leave.

I'm not done yet.

What else do you want? Here, take my jewels.

Here are my rings. The rest is in the bedroom. Take it all.

Jewelry is already accounted for. That's what the lawyer said. Excuse me.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

-Take them. -Thank you.

Oh, just one more thing.

All these building plots and properties

which were in your name

are now under the boss's property.

You forged my signature?

What a bastard, right?

I'm sorry.

Would you mind explaining the mess you've got me into?

If they're forged, then forge them again.

I don't want issues with the notary

or end up behind bars.

You've always been good at forging signatures, haven't you?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You were left out of your dad's will because you forged his signature, right?

-No! -No, I--

Your sister got a little tipsy on New Year's Eve and spilled the beans.

You've got such a big mouth.

I mean, that's awful coming from your dad.

He may be a lawyer and a crook, but he's still your father.

Okay, wait a minute.

So, Walter having all those papers in his briefcase

means you knew this could happen.

No, this is exactly what wasn't supposed to happen! Get it?

Quiet, you'll wake the child.

So, you put me and our daughter in danger.

Listen, what's done is done.

Walter.

My daughter's future is at stake.

I'd love to help you,

but this crook owed money to my boss before things became a mess.

And now it's doubled.

-What're you saying? -Am I wrong?

Since when have you owed money to these people?

Why didn't you tell me, Ricardo?

We could have moved houses. We could have downsized.

Right, we would've moved to a tiny house in poor Getafe.

-Don't fuck with me. -Why not?

Why don't we go and live in the shithole you came from?

Oh, no, La Merced is a nice neighborhood in Cali.

La Merced? What are you talking about? I'm talking a real hellhole.

You told him that you lived in La Merced?

What a lying bitch.

I was just protecting my family.

I would have done the same, really.

Ricardo, talk to your father.

Is it so hard?

Talk to your dad. It's not rocket science!

Can you two leave my fucking father out of this, please?

He's always been arrogant.

-Oh, yeah? -He loves competing with his dad.

He does?

A bigger firm, a better car.

Ana, enough.

No, go on. I love a good gossip.

And let's not mention the mistresses.

-The mistresses? -Right.

If your dad had one, you had to have two, right?

She's lying.

And let them move in different circles so we don't bump into each other.

Look, why don't we ask your dad for help?

Oh, sorry. Your father is in prison! What a pity.

You told me your father was dead.

She told you he was dead?

He isn't?

He was dead to me from the moment he abandoned us.

I just can't…

How so?

Her father worked in a factory.

One day, he had a brainwave,

he decided to steal the wages at knife point

and tried to escape. They caught him, though.

Another crook.

-So you think it's funny. -I do.

If you think it's so funny,

let me remind you that's exactly what you intended to do.

-Right, but without the knife. -What are you talking about?

-Am I wrong? -Seriously!

My dad tried to escape, and my husband tried the same.

What the fuck did I do wrong in life?

So much drama!

Be nice to her.

Just be polite.

Blondie, listen.

How many times have I told you that the happiest day of my life

was the day I brought you to Spain?

Leave me alone!

-The things I do for this woman… -I feel you, bro.

Will you shut up?

Okay, I just wanted to--

Stick your love stories where the sun don't shine.

-What did I say? -Shut your fucking mouth!

-God! -Fuck.

Well, I'd love to stay and enjoy this great soap opera,

but I'm here for work, so I'll get down to it.

What are you going to do?

What…

-Okay. This is signed. -What else do you want?

What's that for?

There's no need for that. Where are you going?

-Legs! -Okay.

-Don't move. -What are you doing, Walter?

Ma'am,

the Magician here knows lots of tricks for hiding money.

However, I also know a couple of tricks to find it.

Walter, don't--

I really don't have any more money. I swear on my daughter's life.

-No, please. -What is that for?

-Please don't. -Walter, please.

Walter.

Where are you going with that?

My dear Magician, I do hope you have another trick up your sleeve…

Walter.

-…to get you out of this! -No!

I swear I've got nothing else. If I did, I wouldn't be in this mess.

-You sure you're not hiding more money? -I'm sure!

Shares, letters of credit?

We really don't have anything else! Stop, please!

-Yes, listen to her. -You know what?

You'll learn how to play golf with a missing finger.

No, don't!

Okay, the apartment! I've got an apartment!

We've got an apartment?

It was a corporate investment.

An investment? Where did the apartment come from?

Now you'll audit me? Since when do you care about business?

Well, your business got us into this mess.

Shut the fuck up! Don't complicate things!

Where are the deeds? Tell me where--

Okay, they're upstairs in my office.

It's through talking that people understand each other.

Come on!

Fuck!

Let's go upstairs.

Fuck!

Who leaves a safe open?

I guess someone who's not coming back.

I…

I just…

If you don't mind,

I'll just do a line.

You want some? It's good stuff.

I mean, it's your stuff. Okay, I'll just…

-Fucking junkie! -No, I just… No!

The deeds!

There was no need for that.

Okay.

Okay, give me a sec.

God!

Okay.

The deeds.

They were around here.

What are you doing here?

Help me get out of these.

I just want out of this house.

Call the police. Please call the police.

Tell me how I can get out and I'll go to the police.

You too wanted to steal from us?

That doesn't matter anymore.

Just give me the keys. They're the only way to get out of here.

Walter took the keys. He's dangerous.

Yes, I know who Walter is.

I've heard enough. You don't need to…

What the hell!

Here.

Thank you, Mr. Lawyer.

You must be pleased, huh?

You've left me totally penniless.

You fucking bastard.

This is your darling's address.

What's her name? Cayetana?

-Shit. -Right.

You gave this elegant rich lady

that pigsty of an apartment?

Shit. I…

I just… Please, I beg you.

Please, don't say a word about this to my wife.

Please don't, Walter.

If only for my daughter's sake. Please.

Now I get why they call you the Magician.

You're a real a piece of work!

Fucking mime.

Everything okay?

Yes, it's done.

So we're finished, right?

No, we'll finish when the boss says so.

Don't fuck with me. You've got enough.

Okay, I must keep on working. Get the cuffs on.

Okay.

Are you okay?

Laura's still asleep?

Yes, I think so. I don't know.

You not showing up at your kid's party doesn't even surprise me.

Yeah, it definitely wasn't a good a day.

It's clear you don't give a shit about Laura.

That's not true.

Admit it, you always wanted a boy.

Why bring that up now? God.

You and Laura live in a bubble and have left me out of it.

And now I'm the worst father of all?

You're not the best, that's for sure.

Okay, now that we're at it,

how do I know the kid is mine?

What?

Yes, tell me.

We tried for two years, okay?

Two years, and nothing.

And just when we were about to give up, you started your classes, and poof!

Suddenly, you got pregnant. What a coincidence!

What are you implying?

One day my sperm are faulty and the next they're sprinters.

-Don't fuck with me! -You fucking paranoid fuck!

Could you please shut up?

I'm just trying to put two and two together.

All I know is…

I don't see myself in the child.

What the fuck do you mean?

My genes! I don't see my genes in the child.

Are you even listening to what you're saying?

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

But the kid could easily be your Pilates instructor's kid!

If you care so much, get a paternity DNA test

and eliminate doubt.

Who asked you to butt in?

Weren't you doing the math? Just keep to it and shut up.

"Shut up."

Okay, I'll shut up. I shouldn't care.

Just like I shouldn't care about that swanky apartment

that you gave your mistress.

-What? -What are you talking about?

What's the woman's name? Tell your wife.

-Whose apartment is it, Ricardo? -Fuck you, Walter!

Whose apartment is it?

Son of a bitch…

I'll tell you…

No, let me give a clue so you get the woman's name.

Her name starts with C and ends in "ayetana."

Cayetana?

-But you swore that was over. -It was!

Until you decided to push me away.

I didn't get a kiss, a caress, nothing.

So you got her an apartment.

Don't look at me like that.

Look, you threw me out of the bedroom.

You take those pills from Miami so I never find you awake.

I'm a man with needs! You get that?

-I hate you! You bastard, I hate you! -What are you doing?

-What are you doing? -I hate you!

Careful, you'll hurt yourself! God!

Okay, calm down.

You fucked it big time, man.

You didn't have to do that, Walter. Look at her.

You know what? I'm with you. That crook almost had me fooled.

Even though we've been watching him all along.

What do you mean, "We"?

My friend is watching his mistress and I came over here.

Why?

Because we didn't know if he'd turn up here or there.

And why didn't you do to her what you did to me?

No, you are worthy of respect.

You are the wife, the woman of this house.

The other one is his mistress.

You're the cathedral among the churches.

What's with you two?

Fuck you!

I wish I'd never met you.

Then who would have indulged your whims?

-I would've preferred cleaning houses. -Right, I believe you.

Will you shut up? Or should I help you?

Thank you.

Ten, twenty, thirty.

What the fuck is that?

-No! -No!

Let's all calm down.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Okay, let's be civilized about this.

The keys.

I just want to get out of this house.

There's a little problem.

The keys are in my pocket, so you'll need to take them.

The keys! Or I shoot!

No, you're not going to shoot.

Hey!

If you uncuff me, I'll tell you how to get out, okay?

What about me and Laura?

Shut up! If you uncuff me,

I'll give you more money than that.

The money in the bag is enough. Grasp all, lose all.

Jerk! There are hundreds of thousands right here in this room. Fuck!

Okay, I'll make you a counteroffer.

Leave that money, give me the gun

and I swear on my mother's life I won't kill you.

Stop!

I'm trying to think.

What's there to think?

You just uncuff me and you'll get all the money plus the diamonds.

What diamonds?

Uncuff me and you can have the lot.

-And the diamonds. -Yes, the diamonds. Fuck!

No, let me and the child go, please.

Fuck, no!

You owe me. I didn't turn you in.

"I didn't turn you in"? You knew this man was here?

Okay, I would have done the same.

I'm really sorry. I just wanted to take some porcelains, but now…

I've found this and…

I can't miss this opportunity.

Give me the keys.

Oh, no.

-Throw them over here. -Come and get them.

-Give them to him. -Come on!

Hand him the keys!

No, no!

Let him go!

-Oh, God, no! -No!

No!

One less puppeteer.

He's dead! You killed him!

You killed him! He's dead! You killed him!

You killed him!

He's dead.

He's dead, isn't he?

He killed him!

Is he dead? He killed him?

Sorry about the carpet.

A little hydrogen peroxide will help.

Where are the diamonds?

In his belt.

-Shall I cut it off? -No, no.

Wait. Please don't hurt me…

-Hurry! -Yes, I'm… it's stuck.

Okay. Pull it out.

Let's see.

Okay.

-Oh, God. -Well, well.

Your mother's diamonds.

Your sisters were right. You stole them.

How could you steal from your own mother?

Oh, my God, Ricardo.

I've met many scoundrels in my life, but you beat them all.

And I've dealt with some bad people.

I hope Mr. Silverio teaches you a lesson.

What are you talking about? I already gave you everything!

Yes, you've paid the money.

However, you must pay for your betrayal.

But how, Walter?

My daughter and I have nothing to do with this.

I swear!

I'll text Mr. Silverio the grand total.

If he's happy, fine. But if not…

Well, you can guess.

What? You'll kill me?

That's up to Mr. Silverio.

We'll find out when he calls.

Walter, just think for a moment.

Even if you worked for Mr. Silverio your whole life,

you'd never get all that money.

Why don't you just take it and we each go our separate ways?

You still don't get it, do you?

Do you?

To be a crook, you must be loyal!

Mr. Silverio is like a father to me. Make no mistake, you piece of shit.

What else do you want, Walter?

What else are you going to do? Just stop it!

Okay. I'll just wait for the boss's orders.

What's up, Marquitos?

My partner.

No, just come here.

Yes, leave that woman alone. She's no longer of use.

Also, there's some cleaning up to do. Bring a van.

Yes, a last-minute guest. An artist. He gave his last performance.

I pulled the curtain over him.

Okay, see you soon.

My partner's on his way.

Walter.

You knew about Cayetana all along, didn't you?

I did.

But I had no idea this bastard had bought her a apartment.

Walter, please, stop.

-Stop. -No.

No, no.

No.

In fact, I'm really interested in Cayetana.

Talking about that bitch is what I need right now!

Why is she even important now?

There's a mime dead on the rug!

Poor guy. He was unjustly dragged into this.

You're right there. Poor guy.

Tell me, Walter.

I want to know everything about that bitch.

You sure know her as well as you know me!

I don't know anything else about her.

Don't lie to me.

How long have those two idiots been hooking up?

One year, two?

Since I found them fucking upstairs or before that?

-Tell her. -What the…

-Okay… -I see.

You protect each other.

Yeah, that's what men do.

-So why don't we ask her? -What?

Oh, that's a great idea!

Of course we should call her!

-What? No. -Call her.

-Come on. -Walter.

Walter, you son of a bitch!

It's on airplane mode. What's the passcode?

No! No way! I won't give you the passcode.

It's 002244.

Really, Ana? Fuck.

Okay.

Search for her, she must be a contact in his contact list.

You think she's stored as a contact?

Let's see if she appears in call history--

Here are four missed calls from K.

-That's her. -Cayetana.

Walter, please, stop fucking around.

It's dialing.

Ricky, darling! Where are you?

We're going to miss the flight!

-Flight? -Which flight?

-No, there's no flight! -Ricardo?

Ricky?

You dirty bitch!

-You miss my husband's dick? -Hang up!

She hung up.

You were going to leave with her.

-No. -Really, Ricky?

Magician, all your tricks have been exposed.

Man up and look me in the eye for once!

You'll wake the girl.

Well, let her!

Let her find out her father is a fucking bastard!

Just let her wake up!

Mom?

Mom?

I'm coming, honey!

I'll be right there with you!

Laurita, how are you?

Shall we watch another movie?

I want Mom to come.

Well, you heard your mom. Go to your room, I'll be up in a moment.

I'll uncuff you so you go with the girl.

One wrong move and you're gone.

You son of a bitch, I hate you!

-Go to hell! -Okay, calm down.

Go and see to your daughter.

Cookie!

Come. Off to bed.

Come.

-What are you doing out of bed? -I'm hungry.

It's late, so let's to go to bed.

But I can't sleep.

Yes you can. Eskimo kiss!

How are you feeling?

Today you'll magically lose it all in a flash.

Properties, cash…

And worst of all, your wife.

And do you know why?

Because she knows you're a fucking rat.

Instead of treating her like a princess, you took her for a fool.

You like her, do you?

Of course I do.

To be honest, I like them a bit younger.

Do you know what I did to a guy who tried to deceive the boss?

First, I got the goods back. The guy was scared shitless.

-I didn't steal anything from the boss. -Let me finish.

So first I got the stuff back, okay?

Then I made him pay for his betrayal.

Because that guy messed up and ruined something important to the boss.

Trust.

I won't fill you on the details.

May he rest in peace.

Do you know what the best part was?

His daughter.

She was a hottie.

You bastard! Don't you dare touch my daughter!

-Shut the fuck up. -Fuck you!

Now she's your daughter?

Kill me if you want, but leave my daughter alone.

-Shut up. -You fucking shit!

-Ana! -Shut up!

I've been talking to your husband.

But I had to shut him up because he started crying.

You had it coming, you piece of shit.

Did your boss call?

Be patient, ma'am.

-Shall I make some more coffee? -No, that's fine.

I like it cold.

Three sugars, right?

Yes, or four.

I have a really sweet tooth.

I love sugary stuff.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

I just have a dead mime in my living room,

I don't have a penny to provide for my kid,

and my family's broken.

I'm great.

Make him pay.

By the way, hon, I sleep with my Pilates instructor.

He turns me on.

But the kid's yours.

I didn't see that one coming!

So bitchy! What a great family.

Your boss?

MR. SILVERIO

Walter, wait, don't answer.

Don't answer, Walter.

Please don't, Walter.

But I have to.

Please don't answer.

Don't answer.

Wait, let's save this for later…

-Get off me. -I'm all yours.

Look at me.

You little bitch.

Look, I'm all yours.

Pretty little bitch…

You…

You pretty…

Here.

I don't need them anymore.

TO AURA