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[phone ringing]

[ominous music playing]

- [man] Do you recognize them? - [Ana] How? I can't see their faces.

Well, that's the end of it.

Is that all you have? Do you have the names on the reservation?

The whole file is fake. Names, the hotel they stayed at...

They made it all up.

So far, that's all we got.

That's all.

Yeah, but you'll never be able to find them then.

Well... we're working on it.

[ominous music continues]

[sighs]

GANGS OF GALICIA

[birds singing]

[ominous music continues]

[phone ringing]

Rosa, I'll be there shortly.

They're here. Waiting for you, Ana.

Who's waiting?

The Snitches.

[disconnect tone]

- [woman] You already know the bar. - Mm-hmm.

The trouble is, we are not the owners of that place.

- It belongs to the City Council. - It's a municipal concession.

And I suppose that the concession is about to expire.

Yes, in a few days. A few weeks, at most. Uh...

But, right now, some people are saying that the...

The Padíns are willing to acquire it.

- People are saying... - What I just said.

No, what they are saying, Mom,

is that the Padíns are going to make an offer that's quite high

and the bar won't make them any money. I know it won't, to be honest.

Why would they? Well, I just...

- Because... - Come on. Does she know who we are or not?

Mom... May I finish, please?

I've heard a little about the story, but I'm not sure...

If you've heard it, you should know.

Get it? Let's get out of here.

No, come on. Don't. Please, Mom...

No, no, no. Hold on. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Uh... I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Clearly, I must have said something badly, which wasn't my goal at all.

Ah! Okay. Well, explain yourself.

My doubt... um, was because, um... from what I know, which isn't much,

that story happened a long time ago, more than ten years ago,

so I'm not sure why you're bringing it up now.

Because the father is about to be released.

He's been incarcerated for a while

and now he's going to be released in a few days.

And the issue,

I don't know how to put this...

He wants everyone to know that he never forgives.

Never.

[man on radio] Manolo takes position.

He moves to the sideline, Fabián, Fabián, to Simón.

He's about to clinch it...

[dramatic ominous music playing]

ALGECIRAS PRISON

[car lock alert pings]

[sighs]

Good evening.

- How are you doing today, Padín? - Fine, even if I'm screwed.

[sighs]

[seagulls caw]

And is everything tiled?

- Ceramic tiles. Up to the ceiling. - Ah...

Hold on, I'll get a sample.

Thank you.

I love the idea of having a walk-in closet.

Sure.

What's wrong? What's the matter?

What if I'm relocated?

Relocated? Where would you be relocated to?

Yeah, I don't know, anywhere. You know these kind of jobs...

[phone beeps]

Focus. We need to make a decision. We have to make a down payment today.

I don't know, Marta. I don't know,

It's best not to get too comfortable in this job, you know that.

Will there be no place for us to call home for the rest of our lives?

Marta, I'm sorry, but I have to get going.

- Don't go, please. - It's important, I gotta go.

This is also important.

Well, wait for me then.

[Spanish pop music playing]

[Spanish pop music gets louder]

- Come on! - There it is, finally!

We were so thirsty! [chuckles]

Thanks.

- You saw them, right? - Did I see them?

They look like they're at a funeral.

It's no surprise, given how little they earn.

They can't afford a Coke.

Hey, Daniel. When the other guy gets here, do you need me to join?

No. Just stay here.

There he is.

[in Italian] How are you?

- [in English] What's up, dude? - How are you doing, man?

Hey! Who's he? Do we know that guy?

I don't think so, no.

[Naranjo] Where are they going?

- I can go, if you want. - Yeah, get going.

[phone rings]

Marta? No, hold on. I can't hear you, Marta. Hold on.

Hold on a second.

[Spanish pop music gets muffled]

[water running]

What did you say? What do you mean you fainted?

[Marta] I got up to go to the bathroom and...

I don't remember what happened.

When I opened my eyes, I was on the floor. I was on my back and...

When are you coming?

No, no. I... I can't, I'm really sorry. I'm in Madrid.

What do you mean in Madrid?

I can't tell you anything now. I'll tell you about it when I get back.

Anyway, Marta. How are you now? Are you feeling any better?

No, no. I'm definitely not. I'm in the E.R. What do you think?

I'll call you later.

[Spanish pop music gets louder]

- Come here. Let me introduce you. - How you doing, bro?

- What's up? This is my friend, Paola. - Pleasure...

- How are you? - I'm fine.

So? How did it go?

Well, he's still inside, talking to someone.

- I didn't see him. - Yeah...

- [man] Look. - [Daniel] Yeah.

[man, in Italian] Like it?

[Daniel, in English] It's great, but I need a bigger one, dude.

- Bigger, really? - Yes.

Are you sure?

Bigger.

You know, it'll be difficult to transport, huh?

Don't worry about that, we'll handle it for you.

- Bigger. - [in Italian] Got it.

[in English] Check out that Italian girl. Shit...

[Spanish pop music continues]

Wait, wait, wait, look over there.

No, no, no, no.

- The package has arrived. - Hey. Check it out.

Hey, we didn't order anything.

- It's on those guys over there. - Which guys?

[in Spanish] Cheers!

- I need one! I need one! - One what?

What happened?

Come on, give me a break. All right?

- Loosen up, loosen up. - Oh please, you don't need one. Come on.

Learn how to dance and stop talking.

Hey guys, did you see their fucking faces?

- That was funny. - [phone rings]

They thought someone was flirting with them.

- Like they'd hook up. - What's wrong with you, Toño?

- Hello? - [Padín] Do we know who it was?

Whoa, are you serious?

[Padín] Do you have any idea who ratted us out or not?

I'm pretty sure I do.

Well, you know what you have to do then, right?

Sure, try to avoid drawing too much attention.

It came in handy in the end.

- Oh, did it? - [Daniel] Totally. It was awesome.

It felt like a magic trick.

They were looking one way, we did our part without getting caught.

So, what's wrong?

What's wrong is that if people think it's okay to mess with us,

they'll end up messing with us, Daniel.

- All right. - [Padín] I trust you.

- [Nilo] Daniel! - Bye.

[seagulls cawing]

Do you know what I did?

- What? - I signed up for the Zamora half-marathon.

- Oh, wow! - It's in a month.

- You're starting to enjoy this? - I quit smoking.

- Good for you. - It feels good.

- What? - Waking up early,

putting on your sneakers...

And your company, of course.

- Why don't you join me? Huh? - [laughs]

- You could be... my rabbit. - [laughs]

- You're going to pass out. - Stop for a bit then, okay?

You shouldn't run when you're hungover.

Hungover? What's that?

- Who knows? - [laughs]

You're right, I'm wiped out.

I've never experienced this. Maybe because I didn't run.

Hey, listen. I have a question.

Is it true you want to take over the port bar?

- Who told you that? - Berta and Laura.

They asked me to represent their case a few days ago.

So, you're doing well, aren't you?

That case will be lucrative.

[laughs] Look. I'm being serious.

Are you going to bid at a loss just to kick them out?

Really?

Are you asking me as a lawyer?

Or... to gossip a little?

Come on, hurry up, wake up!

Marco, it's very late!

- Hmm... - You know they won't let you into class

if you're five minutes late. Let's go.

- Hmm. Coming. - Come on!

[man] They think we're idiots. Listen to me, I'm telling you.

[woman] Maybe you are.

[man] Who do they think they are?

Do they think we don't know they're digging all over the estate

looking for the money your father buried?

Say something, Natalia, honey! Say something!

[pot rattles]

What will happen to the estates when we divide them up?

They'll give us the ones they've checked, for fuck's sake!

- Smart. - What makes you say that, Carmelo?

It's the truth!

You don't know what my brothers would do. But I've already told you.

We talked about this.

I told you it doesn't matter who gets that land, because when that land appears,

we can divide it up and then be done with it.

Give me a break. I don't believe that.

You should believe it. You should because that's the way it is.

Because I trust my brothers, I know them. Unlike you.

And you never liked Nilo, by the way.

Don't give me that with Nilo! Nilo can't stand me either! Enough of it!

That's the reason I'm doing what I'm doing!

To protect what's ours so no one comes here trying to fool us.

No one is trying to fool us.

And there's no need to protect anything, that's how things are.

"What's ours"? Want me to tell you where we got it?

Oh, very nice!

Very elegant, rubbing it in my face like that.

- I'm not rubbing anything in. - Good job! Well, you do!

I'm reminding you because you have a bad memory my brother never let us down.

- Hand me the sugar. - [Carmelo] The sugar?

Why not let Nilo hand you the fucking sugar? Dammit.

That's enough, Carmelo.

I don't want Marco to hear you talking about his uncles. Stop.

MARCO: SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL? MARIA: I HAVE TO BE WITH MY MOM!

MARÍA: TODAY'S THE THING AT THE CITY HALL...

I mean, I don't have anything against them.

Then...

They have some scores to settle.

- With whom? - With other people.

Okay, but that was ages ago. Wasn't it?

[scoffs]

Sure, if it were up to me.

But some people in town don't think the same.

But don't you think they've suffered enough

by carrying these scars for so long?

Let alone how hard it is losing a husband and a father.

- You're well-informed about the story. - Well, it's my job. I have to.

I've been asking around too.

You know?

Degree Extraordinary Award,

working at one of the most important firms in Madrid before graduating...

- Did you look into me? - I was curious.

- And? - Now I'm even more curious.

I don't know, you were working in an amazing place

with very important people...

And, overnight, you pack up and end up in Cambados.

How weird is that?

I don't have to explain myself to anyone.

Neither do I.

[sighs] I had a... problem with a client.

He developed an unhealthy fixation.

He hurt you?

No... it was just harassment,

but there were no witnesses and it kept getting worse, so...

You didn't report it?

No.

No, because he was very powerful and influential so...

that would have been the end of my career.

So, instead, you basically escaped.

Yeah.

Yeah, I made the decision,

I took my car, started driving and ended up here.

Let's do this.

I'll make you a deal.

I'm going to cancel my bid for the port bar.

Okay, and in exchange for...?

In exchange you sign me as a client

and do for me what you did for those important people in Madrid.

You help me evade taxes, legally, of course.

[scoffs]

- Fine. But you have to... - No.

Did you ask the people in Madrid questions? And they were bastards.

Why would you ask me? 'Cause I'm a good boy?

[laughs]

Hmm?

MEDICAL REPORT

[Naranjo] But... what... what exactly is wrong then?

[sighs] They don't know yet.

[inhales sharply]

In this section here, it says that they detected a solid mass...

Yes, it's a lump the size of a chickpea.

They don't know if that's the cause of the fainting.

- They need to run some more tests. - [Naranjo] Yeah.

What if we go to Madrid? I know someone at the Marañón Hospital.

I can ask them to do the tests there.

No.

Why not?

- [Marta] What for? There are doctors here. - But they're better there.

- I said no, I trust the doctors here. - Fine, but...

You don't need to call anyone.

- Marta, I already explained what happened. - No, you didn't explain anything.

But it's fine, really. It's fine.

I know you can't tell me...

what you do, who you work with, or where you go. It's all right.

That's why it's better if I take care of my business, if you don't mind.

[ominous music playing]

Having considered the three bids received

for the concession for the waste collection service of the Council,

the bid chosen by the commission is that of Limpiezas Bayón,

- renewing the concession. - [applause]

That company is also theirs.

[councilor] Let's move on to the next item on the agenda.

Concession for the operation and maintenance of the port bar.

The City Council only received one bid for the said concession,

that of Berta Figaredo García, the current concessionaire.

And after checking that the conditions offered by Mrs. Berta

comply with the stipulated minimum, the concession is renewed for ten years.

[murmuring]

[Ana] Congratulations.

[whimpers] Thank you. Thank you so much.

I don't know how you did it but thank you.

[sighs]

[mouse clicking]

[space bar clacks]

[ominous music playing]

[doorbell rings]

- Hi. - Hello.

I'm sorry to bother you this late, but my mom insisted I bring this to you.

[awkward laugh]

- The best in Cambados. - [scoffs]

Some would say.

Thank you so much.

Do you want to come in?

- Are you sure? - Yes. I need your help to eat it.

Otherwise, it'll last the whole week. [laughs]

Okay.

Hmm.

I've been reading a bit more about, um...

everything that happened.

The case about your father's sudden disappearance.

Oh, yeah.

Hmm.

Yes.

And I don't know, I mean...

It's hard to imagine what it must have been like for you to go through that.

[Laura] Well, I was a kid when it happened.

- [Ana] Yeah. - Nobody told me anything, and um,

I became the... the oddball you know.

I was made fun of.

Looked down with contempt, sometimes with pity.

Then the years passed, but the rumors continued.

What kind of rumors?

They said that my dad would come to see us in the evenings sometimes.

- And were they true? - No. Not at all. No, no.

He never came back.

Even though they thought he did.

Well, maybe he couldn't.

I don't know. I don't know if you ever thought that maybe... they found him.

No. Not at all.

Well, I mean...

Now I know he's dead, though.

Why is that?

Because a notary from the Canary Islands called to give us money. [inhales]

That was a few months ago.

And he said it was from an anonymous donor.

And you think it was your father?

- Yes. Of course, who else could it be? - Yeah...

Maybe in the end he regretted being such a bastard.

- Right? - Yeah.

[bell rings]

"I'll burn it down. I swear if they take it from us, I'll burn it all."

[laughs]

- She said that, for real. - Holy shit, Grandma.

She's unbelievable.

In the morning, before going to the City Hall,

well, she was sure they were going to kick us out.

- And your mom? - She told her she was crazy.

That we would all end up in jail because of her.

Just picture the moment they told us it was renewed.

I don't think I've ever seen them so happy.

You see? I told you.

Padín is in jail and Daniel doesn't care about those things.

- Yeah. - He's a good guy, deep down.

- I always forget. - What?

That he's your godfather.

He's always smiling, buying drinks for everyone,

but Daniel is just like the rest of them.

- He's knee-deep in that same shit. - Well, just like your grandad was.

Until he got caught and switched sides.

- What? - [scoffs]

No. No. Don't give me that look.

- It's where we live, it is what it is. - Is it really?

[sighs] Come on, María, no one's forced to get involved in anything.

People do it 'cause they want to.

Besides, what did they say in economics class?

As long as there's demand, there'll be... Come on.

María...

[groans] Always the same fucking shit.

Tonight, at the Snitches' bar.

Okay.

[engine accelerates]

Are you sure?

Tell your boss I want to see her.

Okay, but hold on, I need to...

Sir! Hey, there!

- Good morning. - Good morning.

What's this?

These are all the files that, following my client's orders,

I need to give you right away.

From this point forward, it's your problem.

Yeah...

Well, thank you very much for coming and bringing those.

You shouldn't have bothered.

I could have requested Rosa to go to your office to pick them up.

No, it's no bother at all, on the contrary.

It's a pleasure coming here and being able to see all this.

Thank you very much.

You're doing very well, am I right?

Hmm, yeah. Yes.

But you can't fool me.

Fool you?

I don't believe a thing about your spontaneous arrival here in Cambados.

And why is that? Do you not believe that it's a nice place to live?

It's a fucking great place to live.

But the weather isn't why you moved here.

And the barnacles aren't either.

I think this is all part of a meticulously crafted plan

to earn the trust of good old Daniel.

Your former client.

Poor guy,

he can't help pursuing attractive legs whenever they're in front of him.

[scoffs]

Rosa. Would you mind escorting the attorney to the door please?

You may have Daniel in your pocket, counselor,

but I must warn you that not even God can fool Padín senior.

Thank you for coming.

[ominous music playing]

[door closes]

[message tone sounds]

Come on, baby, hurry up with those potatoes.

Yes, Grandma.

Your liqueur coffee. Anything else?

Not for now, but don't go too far. [chuckles]

[puffs]

Sammy, a drink?

I'm not drinking anything, I feel sick to my stomach.

Hey, can you get him a glass of nothing?

[message tone sounds]

Do you want me to carry it?

[man] You look fucking awful to be honest.

[Samuel] I know.

- What's wrong? Why did you call us, dude? - Shut up, for fuck's sake.

[man] Did something you eat make you sick?

Yeah, I don't know. I think it was probably the pork I ate.

[man] Oh, okay. You can easily fix that. Just grab a drink, you'll be good to go.

Laura, can you get Sammy a drink?

[message tone sounds]

- Wait. No, no. Maybe a chamomile tea? - Okay.

I need to use the restroom.

Go ahead. If something comes up, I'll let you know.

[phone beeps]

WITHHELD NUMBER: GET OUT OF THERE.

[steam machine whirring]

Hey, boss. Can I get the check please?

What? Not gonna say anything?

- You called me, didn't you? - [Marco] Dammit, when you want to be mean...

Ugh, and now you call me mean...

[Marco] María, it was just a stupid comment, that's all.

- It's not such a big deal, is it? - Well, that's your opinion.

[Marco] What I said wasn't that bad.

[María] Huh... Some people have just arrived.

Okay...? Uh, wait what people? Maria?

[María] People with ski masks.

- [Marco] María, what's going on? - They have...

Fuck. I don't know what's going on. I'll call you later.

María? María?

Holy shit.

Marco, you're leaving?

Aren't you having dinner?

[ominous music playing]

[slot machines beep]

What the fuck are you doing in here?

- Relax, Laura, it's okay. - No!

Get out of here or I'll call the police!

Laura, c'mon, it's none of your business!

Hey! Leave her alone! Don't touch her!

- Calm down. - Leave her alone then.

- Where is he? - In the restroom. What's this about?

Laura, what's going on?

Go back to the kitchen, fucking Snitch!

- Leave me alone! - Mom, do as they say!

- Do as they say! - Stay.

[Berta] Laura!

- Leave me alone! Stop! - Okay?

Hello? Police?

Police, yes. Please, I need help.

I'm at the port bar in Cambados.

- Come on, dammit! Hurry up! - [Berta] Laura!

- Stop, I don't feel well. - [Laura] Let him go!

- Stop, stop, stop. - [Berta] Laura!

- [man] Hey, what are you doing? - You saw nothing, understood?

- I'm gonna... [retches] - You've got to be kidding, Samuel!

- Sorry. - Don't let him vomit inside.

[grunts]

[tires shriek]

María! What happened? What happened? What happened?

They took him.

Calm down. Took who?

Samuel.

[cries]

[Marco] Calm down.

- Is that her? - Yes.

Hello, Felisa.

You're so lucky, huh? A very pretty girl has come to see you.

- Thanks a lot. - Do I know you?

No, Felisa. You don't know me.

But I'd like to ask a few questions. If you don't mind, of course.

Questions? For me?

- I don't remember anything. - [laughs]

But I think you'll remember this.

Let's see, my notes say that your name is Felisa Porto.

Yes. Absolutely. That's my name.

And it also says that you're the owner of a canning factory,

as well as three luxury cars and a house in El Grove.

I'm guessing he sent you here.

- Who? - Who do you think? My little Daniel.

Does he need me to sign anything else?

No.

No, Felisa.

I've got all I need, thanks.

[Daniel] There's nothing weird about it.

Felisa has been with us our whole life, since I was a kid.

She's like family. That's why I pay for her home.

Yeah... And, in exchange,

she's listed as the owner of assets worth over four million euros,

- including this house. - Yeah.

So what? I had to do something, right? A cousin or relative won't work.

They keep making it harder. Felisa is perfect.

Because she's not a relative, I know...

[Daniel] She's not, but it's as if she were.

I trust her and she loves me a lot.

- Yeah, I know. - [Daniel] Hmm.

So? What's with that worried look on your face?

Well... All it takes is one person

to visit her at the retirement home for verification, like I did earlier,

and then they'll realize this woman can't manage all those assets.

Or justify that income.

I mean, if there was an inspection,

they'd definitely figure it out by then.

That's why you're here, right?

To do a fucking great job and resolve my issues.

- You know? - Mm-hmm.

Torres.

What?

Okay.

Perfect. Thanks.

[dial tone sounds]

[Naranjo] Talk to me.

We just found Samuel's locator.

Comb the area and see if we find something else.

Clothes, whatever. Ask the shellfish catchers.

I know they'll say they didn't see anything. Ask them anyway.

- [Torres] Okay. - We need to find Samuel

before it's too late. Understood?

- Yes, sir. - [Naranjo] Get going, come on.

How's your schedule tomorrow?

- Um, why? - To check out a business.

- An investment I wanna make. - Okay.

- Good. - To avoid surprises.

Better to be safe than sorry, right?

Very good.

[phone dial tone sounds]

Naranjo, nothing new to report here.

Apart from the lawyer, no-one else has gotten near him all day.

Sounds good.

Stay there and keep me posted.

- Castro is already watching the scrapyard. - Will do.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Spanish pop music playing]

[knocking on door]

Are you going out with that kid?

Ugh, I knew you'd come.

[Laura] Are you going out with him or not?

- His name's Marco. - [Laura] I know his name.

- Toño and Nilo are his uncles. - That's my business.

Come on, stop it María!

Who do you think came to the bar the other night and took that bastard?

Toño, I know. I heard him when they left.

And why do you think they took him from the bar? Huh?

To show they can do whatever they want because it's their place.

It's theirs, like everything else in this town.

And yet, you ignore all of this!

Marco's not like his uncles.

- It's the same blood. - "The same blood." Does that even matter?

Marco and his parents have nothing to do with his family's business.

- That's what he told you? - Yeah.

And you believed him?

[Spanish pop music gets louder]

[seagulls cawing]

Good morning.

Wow, so punctual.

Always. Work comes first.

Come on.

[ominous music playing]

[phone beeping]

[dial tone sounds]

María!

What's going on?

So...

Your mother isn't happy about us being together?

- I guess she gave you the talk, right? - What will they do to Samuel?

- How would I know? - Marco, I heard your uncle Toño.

- What are you saying, María? - I don't know.

Do you think they kidnap people now?

How can you say that?

- [Ana] Hey, are we maybe being followed? - [Daniel] Maybe.

They always follow me.

Oh... And now me too? Lovely.

It's okay, don't worry. You won't get any speeding tickets.

Well, that's why I still have my license, unlike others.

By the way, you haven't told me where we're going.

No, you're right.

- And you're not going to. - I have the right to remain silent, right?

You'll see. Go straight ahead.

The reason why we're being followed

has something to do with that sailor's disappearance or...?

No idea.

Besides, as I told you, contrary to what a lot of people think, we're not...

You are not responsible for everything that happens here. Okay, sure.

- [Daniel] Ah, very good. - Hmm.

That's it. They'll get bored.

[machinery whirs]

Hey, Uncle! What's up?

- [Nilo] Hey, look who's here! - Yeah.

My favorite nephew.

What are you doing here?

You sent me a text telling me to come, right?

Ah, right. Sure. I mean, you always listen to what your uncle tells you, am I right?

- Uncle, If you called to tell me off... - No, no, no, no.

I don't want a repeat of what went down the other day. Okay?

No more unloading.

- But everyone wants... - But what? No buts, no coconuts.

I don't wanna hear it. You have to study.

Study and get a career. So you don't end up being a fool like us. Get it?

Well, I just wanted to help out...

What did you want? What?

To earn four euros for unloading cargo? Is that it?

When I was your age, I was also a deadbeat.

That's just dumb, nephew. [scoffs]

And what about the missing sailor?

What?

What will they do to him?

- And why would I know anything about that? - I don't know.

Who told you this, huh? Was it that scumbag father of yours?

- He loves to stir shit up. - No.

- Was it him? - No.

[phone ringing]

- Come on. - I can go?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- And no more unloading. - Okay.

- Later. - Bye.

What's up?

He's hungry?

Give him some food then, dammit, don't let him die of starvation.

What do you want me to do? Get him some McDonald's or something?

Jesus, look for something, there must be cans everywhere.

It closed a month ago, but they had to leave everything there.

Take a good look.

[ominous music playing]

[moaning]

Marco.

- Marco. Help me. - [man] Hey!

- What are you doing here? - Marco!

Park here.

Let's go.

So? What do you think?

What, are we buying a light plane?

No, of course not. The plane will take us there.

- You're kidding, right? - Please put your phone on airplane mode.

- Daniel, are you serious? - Of course!

Come on.

- Uh... - You're wearing heels...

You could have told me before we were gonna...

That wouldn't be very fun, would it?

Okay...

- I... I'm not sure about this. - Here.

[grunts]

[playful Spanish pop music playing]

Are you ready?

If you look to the left, you'll see some passengers who missed their flight.

[chuckles]

Morons. They're like cows watching a train.

[Naranjo] What do you mean, "they've flown away"?

Literally, on a plane.

[playful music continues]