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You have him here?

He's something else.

It's under control. No one saw him enter.

You better hope not.

How are we doing?

He screams a lot, but he's not talking.

You search his things?

All a load of shit.

Well, I doubt he'd have his police badge on him.

What about his phone?

Photos of naked girls, loads of selfies, but otherwise, nothing really.

Lower him a bit, will you.

Sure.

Lower him.

- I'm not a cop, dammit. - Shh. Zip it.

The manager here says that every time you come for a delivery,

you ask lots of questions.

Why so curious?

Questions about what?

About who comes here, whether I'm here or not,

these sort of things.

I don't know.

- Making conversation. - Making conversation.

And why were you loitering in the garage yesterday?

I was waiting for a friend.

I brought him here.

What friend? What's his name?

Patas.

They call him Patas.

He had a couple of nice watches, and I told him to bring them here,

that you pay really well.

Patas...

Do you remember seeing a Patas here?

A guy came with two watches, but I don't know what his name was.

This says "Goyo".

Goyo. That's what your friend's called?

I guess so, but everyone calls him Patas.

Patas or Potash, it doesn't matter. He's not the cop, get him down.

We have to keep looking, understood?

- Get this guy out of here. - Yes, yes.

Look at the Eiffel Tower. It's amazing.

Hey, family, we're here in France.

This kid.

- Wow. It's so pointy. - Like it or not?

Oh, yeah?

Come on, Gitano!

- Vroom, vroom! - Look at that!

Whoa!

Oh!

You all right? Yeah, Pablo?

Jesus...

SKY HIGH

THE SERIES

- We're gonna waste you! - Ah!

Come here. Come here!

Ah! Ah! No!

No! No!

Hey, guards!

Guards!

Help!

Hey, hey, hey! What's going on?

The Colombians. They're after Poli.

No! No!

Open up, dammit!

Stop!

Hey!

Ah!

Agh!

Incredible. And this is all Chinese?

Yep, and all of it stolen.

And they say we're the thieves?

How do you know all this?

I don't, brother, but I can imagine.

The French went around the world, killing and pillaging everything.

This guy, he watches some documentaries, he thinks he knows?

No, no, no. Look, Compi, he's right.

It was taken from the Summer Palace in Beijing.

By both French and British armies in 1860.

Didn't I tell you?

See that vase over there?

That's what the Chinese want to leave me in peace.

So this is it, huh? This is why we came to France?

Are you serious?

Pottery? You believe this shit?

Now that they have the money, they want to return everything back home.

The easy way, or the hard way.

You know these guys, Sole. They prefer the hard way.

Mm.

Look.

I saw it.

- It's a tough one. - Mm.

As soon as you put an inhibitor on it, it'll start screaming like a bitch.

And the display case is bulletproof.

- Hmm. - They know what they have here.

I can bust it open, easy.

No, no, that would take way too long, Compi.

While the alarm's going.

The police will take four minutes to get here.

And they'll catch us in the gardens.

So we'll have to use the back door.

It's a long distance to cover, Sole.

The gate is there.

Behind all that.

It's fucking far away.

We'll have to get the car up to here.

Yeah, Gitano's right.

It'll buy us time. And the moat will keep the police from following.

It's roughly two minutes to the back door.

A minute and a half if we're fast.

Getting the car in and out takes three minutes minimum,

fast as we can make it work, huh?

So three plus one and a half, four and a half minutes.

But the cops will get here in four.

But by the time they get here, we'll be gone.

Whoa, not so fast, we still have to get through the back door, you know?

And that alarm will totally go off as well.

This place is harder to break out of than prison.

I'd have to catch them off guard.

- Okay, and how long would you need? - Another two minutes.

It's tight, Sole.

- Damn it. - Fucking Chinese assholes...

Why do you think they're sending us to do it?

Come on, guys, it's tight...

but possible.

Yes?

Delivery.

Hello, hello!

Two pepperoni.

And one vegetarian.

Come in.

You're a bitch, you know that?

Why?

You disappeared without leaving your number.

We were both really, really drunk.

Yeah, but do you know how many pizzas I had to order this week?

A bunch?

A pizza for lunch, for dinner...

And so on, until you showed up.

Is that why you taste like pepperoni?

Come.

Sole, I don't know how to tell you this.

Be honest.

It's impossible.

Plus, it's in the middle of nowhere, you know?

I can picture the cops on our tail.

That's right, bro. And not just the cops, but the gendarmes who are worse.

Sole, we'll end up locked up here, and I don't speak French.

Know what I mean?

I don't think so.

You're being very quiet.

It's better to give them something else. Money.

Yes, better. Much better.

Yeah, too bad they have all the dough they need.

This is what they want. Understand?

Great, but it can't be done, so forget about it.

Fuck. Have you noticed those guys tailing us for the past few minutes?

Yeah, I know.

I spotted them, too, but we haven't done anything wrong, okay?

Try turning here, Sole.

It's okay. We're not speeding. Don't worry.

Jesus, they're on our tail.

Don't look, you idiot!

We're doing nothing illegal, for once.

I mean, there's illegal and illegal, you know?

What's that, Compi?

- Tick tick boom. - Not funny, asshole.

Do not tell me you brought explosives to France, Compi.

It's the car alarm. It's the car alarm, all right?

But we got a rental car at the airport. What the fuck are you saying?

- While you and I were waiting outside? - Yes.

- What were you thinking? - Some Frenchie was parking his car.

- It looked awesome! - How could you be so stupid?

You dumb motherfucker.

What do I do now? Hey, hey! Return the car?

- You're gonna return the car? - Definitely not.

Okay, that's enough! Shut up!

- Let's head for the bridge. - Cross the bridge. Take this bridge here.

Take this bridge, Sole!

- Go, go! - Don't be scared, just go!

Go, go. Drive. Drive, drive, drive.

They're right behind us!

Drive, Sole, drive.

- Sole, keep going! - You got this, Sole. Come on!

I know!

Careful! Jesus fucking Christ!

- Go, go, go! Go, go, go. - Don't slow down, speed up.

- Everyone out! - Out!

- Go, Sole, go! - Son of a bitch.

- You see them? - Yes.

Here. Sit here.

Fuck me.

Relax.

- Fucking Compi... - Don't show them your face.

What a dumb son of a bitch.

Okay.

Now we catch a flight and forget about it. End of story.

Yeah.

What is it?

I don't know what I'll tell the fucking Chinese.

Sole, what do you think?

Tell them the truth, that it's fucking nuts.

There has to be another way to work things out. I'm sure of it.

What?

This is my problem. Don't worry.

I didn't say that.

But it's the truth.

Because you guys don't care in the end.

No matter how much money I offer you,

it's my problem.

Listen, Sole.

Focus. Hmm?

It's a fucking castle 600 miles from Madrid,

what do want from us?

To think it all over?

Doesn't matter how often we think it over, we will get caught, for sure.

Had you told me before coming, I...

So that's it, huh? That's why you're pissed?

You're damn right, I am pissed.

Because I hate not knowing what I'm fucking doing.

I told you so in Madrid, yet you keep me in the dark.

- Fernan, listen to me... - No, you listen to me.

We've talked.

Great. And we've fucked.

And you didn't tell me a damn thing

until we're already inside the fucking museum.

What do you make of that?

- Forget it. - Sole.

Sole!

Go get your bag. We leave for Madrid in two hours.

- What if your mom showed up? - Relax.

She'll be in the office for a few more hours.

Anyway, so what if she showed up, huh?

You can just say I delivered a pizza, and you had no change,

so this is my tip.

Wouldn't be the first time.

- You giving this tip? - No, silly. Getting caught in the act.

- So she knows that you're... - Of course she knows.

I told her when I was super young.

Seriously?

- What about you? - What?

At home. When did they find out?

Nobody knows.

You serious?

My mom's very traditional, so anything that's not normal...

Ah. And how come?

Liking my tits makes you abnormal?

I'm not saying that.

All the guys in my hood are pretty ignorant.

And the only one who knew was my cousin Estrella.

Did you do it with your cousin?

Come on, do it with my own cousin?

I told her all about my life, and she told me all about hers.

And now?

- Not anymore. - Why not?

Just family stuff.

No, I didn't order that.

Hi, Mercedes.

May I?

It's been a minute.

It has, yes.

What do you want?

I'm good.

What do you want?

It was Sole who called me.

Asking for my help.

She doesn't need any help.

She thinks she does.

To get away from you.

Right. And you're working hard to make sure that happens. Hm?

Look, Rogelio, whatever's going on between you and Sole...

Honestly.

I stay out of family stuff.

Right.

You're doing it to fuck with me?

That's it.

Because I ignored you.

I'm just getting by. Nothing else.

Like I've always done.

Right. That's fucking great.

I have a job for you.

For me?

Again?

No.

No way. I'm not interested.

Don't worry.

It's not for me. It's for a friend.

We've worked together for a while.

He has a lot of money and wants to invest in Spain.

- Russian? - Albanian.

Hmm.

Doesn't sound very legit.

Since when is that a problem for you?

Marbella, house, car.

If you want it, the job's yours.

In exchange for dropping Sole.

He needs someone full-time.

You wouldn't have time for both.

Makes sense.

- Of course. - Mm.

Well, anyway.

It was nice, but I have to go.

Mercedes...

think it over.

It's a very good opportunity to get your head out of the hole you've dug.

And this is gonna get fixed,

one way or another.

Are you threatening me, or did you want to fuck?

I wouldn't dream of threatening you.

After all, you've got a stellar reputation.

I'm giving you a chance to get out of this alive.

For old times' sake.

I was cute, huh?

You were super tiny.

I was really good at piano.

But then I stopped. I couldn't stand the hours of practice.

But... it's just you two in these photos.

Yeah. I keep telling her to take them down.

But... that's how she likes it.

Anyway...

What?

You don't see my dad anywhere. That's what you meant, right?

They broke up before I was alive.

And I don't talk to him.

In fact, I never have.

He left?

I don't think he knows I exist.

I'm serious.

My mom says he knows and doesn't care but, with her, you never know.

I think she slept with him to have a child, and then didn't tell him.

Have you seen him?

Apparently, he lives in Thailand. Like a hippie, you know?

Actually, I think he sells, like, mahogany furniture.

We could always go, you know.

- Us? To Thailand? - You'd like that?

I mean, Thailand with you...

- Hi, honey. - Hi, Mom.

Hello.

This is Rosa.

Rosa, Mercedes. Mercedes, Rosa.

Hello. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

We... We've met, haven't we?

Yes, she came to deliver pizzas.

- That's her job, Mom. - Oh, okay, okay.

That's why you look familiar, I guess.

- Well, I was just leaving. - Why don't you stay?

The three of us could have dinner?

Marta, don't be a brat. I'm sure she needs to get back to work.

Yes. Now's the busiest time, so I should go.

- Mm. Okay. Bye, dear. - Bye.

- Be right back. - Shall I walk you out?

What?

Nothing. I said nothing.

As if we didn't know each other.

Yes, it's true. We do.

- But that girl... - You don't know how long I've known her.

How did you two meet? She brought a pizza?

Well, no.

I met her out in town.

I met her at a club, and she saved me from a creepo.

I see.

And then we danced together...

for hours and hours.

So, do you want to hear more?

Leave me alone.

I'm going to bed, gonna watch a show. Want to join me?

Be right there.

- My turn to choose. - No, it's my turn.

Mmm.

MARTA: WE SHLD DO THAT AGAIN

You sure kept that Paris thing quiet.

So what? I promised Pablo.

Euro Disney, the Eiffel Tower...

- Yeah, sure. - What?

'Cause the guy with you in that photo wasn't wearing a Mickey Mouse costume.

What photo?

The one you uploaded and then deleted five minutes later.

You, the kid, and that super hot dude.

Jesus, Candela, nothing gets past you.

- Your cheeks are turning red. - No, they're not. Don't be a bitch.

I'll be an even bigger bitch if you don't start talking now.

There's nothing to say.

I messed up.

How come? What happened?

Well, turns out that guys don't like having a woman tell them what to do.

You just realized that?

Mm. Apparently.

- Uh, keep working on this, okay? - Okay.

I know where the recordings are.

- What? - In a safe at her house. I saw it.

You went back inside her house? Are you crazy?

Let me explain.

Okay, come with me.

Where is he?

In the VIP area with Katia.

Don't worry. Just do your thing.

How are you, Toño? All good?

Amazing, Rogelio.

That's great.

Well, just so you know,

we get along, you have an open bar.

How does that sound?

Whoa. That sounds great, Rogelio.

Right, I've got a question.

That guy Fernan...

Tell me about him.

He's always hanging around with the guys and...

And?

He seems to like your daughter.

Right...

He fucking her?

I mean, in Paris I heard they acted like two honeymooners.

- But that guy doesn't go around sharing. - Oh, great. Well, that's comforting.

I mean, he's not the bragging type...

Yes, yes, yes, I understand perfectly. But where did he come from?

He was in jail with Motos.

Apparently, he was also friends with Ángel, too.

Oh...

And now he's fucking his widow?

Awesome.

Great.

Okay, listen to me.

I want you to keep a close eye on him. Okay?

Rogelio, I don't know. I don't know.

No, you do know.

You know what's in your best interest.

It's in your best interest to indulge Rogelio.

- Of course, you can count on me. - There you go.

You know what you gotta do. Hm?

Tell me everything.

Where he eats, pisses, and shits.

Sure thing, Rogelio.

Okay. Have fun, buddy.

Thanks, Katia.

Shh. Chico.

For fuck's sake!

Jesus, Sole, it's me.

Are you fucking stupid or what, huh?

I called, but you... you didn't answer so I had to find a way to let myself in.

What a day...

I almost killed you.

I know.

You have to help me, please.

Those bastards are out to get me.

I can't take it anymore.

- It's okay. - What a fucking day.

Jesus, Poli.

- What's up, Mercedes? - My goodness...

Thank God I can still blow my nose.

Listen. Motos is in the same boat.

They cut his ear off too?

I don't think so.

Huh?

He's in a shitty situation too.

He showed up at Sole's asking for help.

Why the fuck is Sole involved in this?

She wants to fix things with the Colombians.

But I need you to tell me the truth.

About what?

What were you going to do with the stuff, Poli?

What was the plan?

Because Motos didn't know about any plan.

In fact, he tried to sell it to Rogelio, and he almost got killed.

Rogelio... bastard.

Poli, no way.

There's no way you didn't know what you'd do with the stuff.

Of course I did.

Mercedes...

I had it all sorted out with a crew in Marseilles.

I'd call them,

and they'd come get the whole lot.

Couldn't be easier.

Well, now you know.

Okay.

Talk to the Colombians. Send them a message in here.

Mercedes, come on.

Hm? What kind of message?

We have to set up a meeting between them and Sole.

Let's settle all this, once and for all. Okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

All right.

Goddamn, fuck those Chinese.

Is Rogelio involved?

Rogelio doesn't know. This was all Sole.

They're still not talking?

For now, yes.

Jesus, Fernan.

I told you it would take a bit more time.

We have to warn the French.

Warn them about what? Nothing's happening.

Nothing? Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. We all told her.

It can not be done.

We got into a fight over it.

Please, tell me we didn't lose the widow too.

We haven't talked since we got back.

You need to call her, text her, whatever the fuck it is, just do it.

We've spent months on this, Fernan.

We're not gonna throw it all away

because you lovebirds got into a fight in Paris.

Got it?

Hey, what's up, man?

Where've you been?

Around, around.

- Did you talk to Sole? - No.

She hasn't called you?

- No. - No way...

They're still pissed about Paris, aren't they?

You should've seen your fucking faces on the plane.

Why don't you go fuck yourself?

What's up? 'Cause since you turned down the Chinese deal, you're never around.

I could say the same for you guys.

But we're us.

And you, well...

You're you.

Well put.

Anyway. Know anything about tonight?

What's happening tonight?

We have a gathering tonight.

You didn't know?

No, I don't know. What's going on?

- We'll talk later. - You gotta get in on it.

Tell me, Gitano. You talked to Sole?

Something's up.

- Something's up. Another job, huh? - I dont' know.

You're such an ass.

They've been here since 8:00.

They're going through everything, Mercedes.

Okay, don't worry. They can search wherever they want.

Look, if they have a warrant, then there's nothing I can do about it.

- So nothing to worry about? - That's right. Relax.

You just smile and...

you do whatever they say. Hmm?

Well, there are things that I... If they ask, I'll have to play dumb.

Know what I mean? Because the thing is...

Hey, I have to go, okay?

Okay, but don't forget about me if things turn bad.

Wait, I'm sorry. When I...

When I'm done here, I'll stop by for a face-to-face.

Then we need to file an appeal...

Yes, yes, yes. It's very clear. Don't worry.

- All right, bye. Ciao. - Okay. Thanks. Bye.

- Hello. Yes? - José Ramón?

- Mercedes! - Hello. How are you?

- How's life? - Great.

- Great. And you? - Crazy busy with work, as usual.

Good to hear.

Listen, I'll keep it short, I know you're a busy man.

Do you still use the same delivery service?

- ToGo? Yes. Yeah. - Yes, that's it.

Um, listen, I need a little favor.

What I need is personal information.

- About someone in the company? - Yes, about one of the delivery girls.

Go on...

Now, I've had it with those Chinese.

- Sure. - I told them what you said.

And?

They don't care about the money.

They want the Paris thing.

It can't be done.

They mentioned the excavator robbery.

They think you're not taking the deal seriously.

I'll have to talk to them again.

Okay. If you think that's best.

You don't think so?

I think it's pointless, but if you think that...

I don't know. If it gives you peace of mind, by all means.

Wait. Is something wrong?

Do you trust me, Sole?

Of course I trust you.

Because I'm working my ass off.

You know that, right?

And I appreciate it.

Okay.

Okay.

Sometimes it feels like it's not enough.

Mercedes, try to understand.

Until I find a solution, nothing's enough for me.

Fair.

Okay. Okay.

All right.

- I'll call you soon, okay? - All right.

Bye, honey.

Take care.

Good evening.

Hey...

All good?

Mm.

If your dad finds out I see you this often, he's gonna get jealous.

It's at her house. Inside a safe.

Come on, Sole.

If that woman has caught on, it'll be twice as difficult.

She's everything but an idiot.

She doesn't know.

And now I have all the information.

Pictures of the safe and all.

We can't go inside her house just because we feel like it.

Yes, you can if there's a robbery.

What robbery?

At her house,

while she's out.

They break in and call the police.

A call would give us probable cause.

Exactly.

So the police enter...

And find the evidence that the guys who broke in left behind.

That's the idea.

Yes, that could work.

Marta?

Marta?

Marta?

Take those off.

Listen.

I want you to stop seeing Rosa.

- Got it? - What?

You have to promise me that you'll forget about her.

Why? 'Cause she's a delivery girl?

I don't care what you think of me.

What matters is that you do as I say.

- If you don't want her to come... - I don't want you to see her, period!

You can't see her, you can't text her, nothing.

This is really important, understood?

You serious right now?

Completely serious.

What did she do? Give me a reason.

Marta, I'm begging you, please.

Do as I say for once in your life,

no questions asked.

Do as I say.

Jesus.

Marta.

I trust you. Okay?

Okay.

I can leave if you want.

No, no, stay.

I want to introduce you to someone.

This is Rosa.

Hey, guys.

She has the photos of Mercedes' safe.