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[suspenseful music playing]

[railcars rattling on tracks]

[clicks tongue]

RECENT CALLS

[automated voice] Leave your message after the beep.

Linares. Why the fuck aren't you answering your phone?

How much time do you need to screw up this guy's life?

Call me.

[police radio beeping, static buzzing]

[officer] Eight-fifty to all units. Officer injured at 25 Guadiana Street.

[radio beeps]

This is K-7 to 8-50.

The identity of the agent?

[officer] We don't have that information.

[radio beeps]

[music intensifies]

Goddammit. Fuck!

Fuck you to hell, you bastard.

-Shit. -[engine starting]

[siren wailing]

What the hell happened?

Don't know yet, Inspector. We just got here.

It's Linares.

[intense music playing]

[Romero] Out.

Son of a bitch.

Goddamn motherfucker.

The hell are you looking at?

Huh?

CALLED ROMERO

Where's Ezequiel?

Bring me Ezequiel!

[breathing shakily]

[motorcycle approaching]

Oh... [sniffles]

[sighs, sniffles]

You did what you had to do. All right?

Just enough to ruin my life, yeah?

You don't know that yet.

Did you see anyone?

I shot and took off, but...

I'm screwed, there are cameras all over the place.

Dulce, I'm screwed.

Where are the drugs they planted in your car?

Hmm.

I'll take care of the gun.

The coke as well.

And this will help our plan a lot.

No, I'm not starting with that, no.

I'm going to turn myself in. I can't take this, I can't...

I can't take...

You're not turning yourself in.

Today when you called...

Listen to me.

When you called me,

I thought you were gonna leave me hanging.

And you didn't, damn it. You have balls.

The situation is almost fucking good news, okay?

For us both.

Shit.

[cell phone ringing]

The police station.

They're calling me.

Don't answer that.

[grunts]

Oh, fuck.

If you answer, they will catch on.

Now, just listen.

Go to your house.

And tomorrow, you will go to the police station

and do your job like a normal day.

-[sobbing] -If they have anything on you,

or if someone saw you,

you'll know when they put the cuffs on you, you got me?

Go home now.

Shit.

[cell phone ringing]

[motorcycle engine starting]

[tense music playing]

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

POLICE STATION

[music fades]

[Gladys] I'm keeping this one.

I don't think it's going to look very flattering.

It smells like you.

Detergent is what that is.

Store brand, in fact.

For less than two dollars, you can get the curtains to smell like me.

[laughs]

You're so silly.

I'm gonna miss you so much my love.

I'll miss you too.

[melancholy music playing]

[Tirso] I'll be back soon. You act like I'm going for good.

You're not even gonna have time to miss me.

I already miss you a little bit, Papa.

Hold down the fort.

Sanchís, my girlfriend's watching.

[chuckles]

-[sniffling] -Hey. Take care.

The keys to the apartment.

Stay as long as you want.

And if you need anything, just call.

The breaker box, where towels are located, that kind of thi...

What I need is for you to be quiet.

-Come here. -[Pepe] Okay. Have a good trip.

Take care of yourself, alright?

Uh, say bye to Irene.

[emotional music playing]

I bet you're relieved I'm getting out of here, huh?

You're rid of me. [laughs]

[engine starts]

[emotional music continues]

[sighs]

I miss him already.

[sighs]

Tell me those are onion tears.

[chuckles sadly]

They're for your onion-headed friend back there.

[sighs]

He's gonna be okay, right?

Of course he is. In Cadiz, it's forbidden to feel bad.

They kick you out of the province.

[all chuckle]

[dance music playing]

[brakes screech]

Cool. So then...

What do you say we warm things up a bit?

[tense music playing]

[woman] My God, did you see that?

Oh shit.

[Tente] Let's go.

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

The... The... The hardware store.

It's on... on... on... It's on fire!

-[sizzling] -Ah!

[groans]

-Santi! -Santi, we're coming!

-Santi! -Oh God.

[Pepe] We'll get you out of there.

-Ah! -[Sanchís] Bastards!

Those bastards, I can't believe it.

[Gladys] Someone call the fire department, please!

-Santi! -Santi!

-Oh, thank God! -Oh shit!

[extinguisher gushing]

[music stops]

[Sanchís] Whoa!

-The fire! -[Gladys] Santi!

Your hand, what happened?

Nothing, I burned myself trying to open the door.

I... I... I will call Tirso.

No! No, no, no, no! Do not tell Tirso. Okay?

Listen, nobody will call him.

He needs to get out there no matter what.

-Uh... -Yes? You understand?

Let me see.

[groans]

-[moans] -[Gladys] Oh God.

Guys, anything I can help out with?

I can take this if you want.

[grunts, gasps]

-Shit. -Oh God!

I saw you and I said, "Maica, stay away from the paint cans,

the fumes are affecting you."

-[laughs] -Want to give me a hand?

[grunts]

[groans]

I'm certain that in another life, I was a good person.

To have you and your brother

here helping me out. Oh!

Well, truthfully, this morning I wasn't so sure about coming.

What made you decide?

[sighs]

Well, you're my mother.

And I think everyone deserves a second chance.

And plus, Papa's going to Cadiz

so he won't be able to kill me for being here.

-What's your father doing in Cadiz? -[cell phone ringing]

Hey, Pepe.

What?

To Santi?

[ominous music playing]

[cell phone ringing]

Irene. Everything alright?

Grandpa, they're discharging Víctor.

The doctors say everything looks normal.

Well, that's amazing.

I'm so happy for both of you.

I keep looking at him, he's precious.

Now you just have to get better.

I asked to be discharged.

We're all going home.

Can you pick us up?

Why would you do that?

Don't lecture me right now.

Will you pick us up or not?

[sighs]

Grandpa, you there?

Yes, I'm on my way.

-Just give me 20 minutes or so. -Thanks.

[police siren blaring]

[sighing]

As of now, we have no witnesses to the shooting,

and the murder weapon's still missing.

Linares' phone hasn't been located either.

And where's Ezequiel? You haven't found him?

He won't answer his phone and we have no idea how to locate him.

Fellas, your friend Ezeqs is back,

so let the criminals tremble in their boots,

as well as the doctors, because I bring you

all of this cholesterol.

Well, now we can celebrate the death of Linares

because here's Ezequiel.

The great Ezequiel with his croissants.

[grunting]

You laughing at me, motherfucker?

In my office.

You must have some big balls to show up here like nothing happened,

you son of a bitch.

But the Minister of the Interior signed this document allowing me

to join the force again.

Where were you last night between 10:00 and 10:30?

-What? -Where the hell were you last night

between 10:00 and 10:30?

Might it be possible that you've got me confused with someone else?

-The Minister of the Interior... -An officer was murdered.

I'm terribly sorry. Who?

Who is that, though? I don't recognize the photograph.

You know him.

I know you do.

Because you were the one who killed him.

[chuckles]

Oh my God, this is a prank.

Oh shit. You're messing around with me, of course.

That's a really good prank.

You'd laugh if it was a prank,

or act like you were laughing better than you're acting right now.

But I swear I'll make you cry.

Because I'm going to put you away for 30 years, you bastard.

Well, the way it usually works with this type of prank,

if I remember correctly,

is you come up with a piece of evidence.

I don't have that evidence yet.

But I will find it.

I know it was you.

[Víctor cooing]

All right.

[Víctor cries]

-Shh. -[Tirso] He's a screamer.

Are you sure they didn't kick him out of the NICU for bad behavior or something?

[laughs]

Grandpa.

I'm so happy.

It's so fantastic.

And just what kind of drugs were they giving you in here?

Am I gonna have to sue the hospital?

[Irene] Now I have everything,

We can finally go back to the house.

With Mom and with you.

[giggles]

What? What?

Irene. The thing is...

Uh...

I'll drive you to the house,

but then afterwards...

[Nelson] I have the paperwork.

We're free to go now.

Hello. Hey, there. How are you, little guy?

[chuckling]

-[Nelson] Oh. Who's a little prince? -[Irene laughing]

I'm parked just down the street.

I'll pull the car around to the front.

-Okay. -Okay.

[Nelson] Yes, you are.

[Irene] He looks so happy, doesn't he?

[Víctor cooing]

Jimena?

What are you doing here?

Papa!

What are you doing here? What about Cadiz?

I was going, but Irene was discharged and needed a ride to the house.

Didn't anybody know about this?

Ah, yes, yes, yes, of course.

That's why I'm here too. Why else would I be here?

Tirso?

-You? -Oh, Mama, what a coincidence.

Didn't you leave the neighborhood? You're like some kind of parasite.

I thought you were going to Cadiz.

How would you know about...

I can't believe it, Jimena.

That coffee in your mother's hand is for you, right?

I'm gone for two minutes and suddenly this woman's back in the family?

"Woman." That's a big compliment coming from you.

It's been very convenient, all this talk about leaving town for my own protection.

That way you get rid of me, right?

-Papa, please, let me try to explain... -Papa!

What are you doing here?

And you too, Santi?

You two Judases.

Sneaking around with this one right here.

Papa, I'm allowed to see my own mother.

I'm a grown man with no reason to hide anything.

What happened to your hand?

What hand?

What the hell happened to you, Santi?

Sons of bitches.

Those goddamn sons of bitches.

They go and attack my business

and my family.

Papa.

Everyone's waiting for you in the car outside.

And you're going to Cadiz.

No.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

[Santi] Come on, Papa.

Drive them back.

But how? I can't drive!

[Jimena] Papa. What are you doing?

Papa!

Papa!

Wonder where he is?

Well, by Despenaperros, more or less.

Tirso drives pretty fast.

Mm-mm, I must be fucked up.

I'm... I'm pretty sure I saw his grumpy face

through the window outside.

Oh shit, that's him.

Why didn't you call me?

They almost burned my store down with my son inside.

But then why ruin the big surprise?

Not when I could see it on the news tonight, right?

[Pepe sighs]

Why are you giving me the keys back?

Because I'm not going.

This is the neighborhood where I raised a family.

And it wasn't easy.

I won't let them take it.

Not those fucking gangsters. Not...

No one.

Understand?

No one.

You need to believe me. I'm telling you it was the chief,

the captain, as you call him.

He was the one who wanted to put the damn drugs in the trunk of my car.

He knows that I killed his fucking Smithers,

he knows that I did it.

Okay? I don't know why the hell he isn't able to prove it, but he knows.

I mean, he said it right to my face.

Oh shit.

And why does a guy who doesn't know you

want to screw up your life? Huh?

Because sometimes people get turned on by weird kinds of shit.

But you're the smart one, so you tell me your thoughts.

Go ahead. Tell me.

All right.

Besides being a weirdo, he's your colonel,

and he must give no fucks at all,

because if he really put two bags of coke in your car,

it's party time around here.

[suspenseful music playing]

[siren chirping]

[Romero whistles] Rata!

What's wrong, little rat?

What's wrong?

You're not happy to see old friends or what?

Hello, Romero, sir.

It's good to see you back in the neighborhood.

Wow.

You take the whole "piece of trash" thing literally, don't you man?

Come on.

But don't fuck with me, Romero.

For old-time's sake, brother.

Hmm.

For old-time's sake, brother,

you're doing me a favor.

I've got a piece of trash

and you're gonna help me clean it up.

[music fades]

Ezequiel.

This way.

Right here.

No, no, no, no, no.

This area was made for those, um...

Those little blue guys.

Those little gnomes.

Orders of the Inspector.

[officer] Go ahead. You can go in.

-Hey. -Why are you here?

Are you getting some kind of medal?

Only a badge now.

No medal, just a badge now.

Letting you back on the force, huh?

Mm.

I guess these are desperate times.

Or it's that I'm irresistible.

Why are you here? Has there been another murder?

No. Not yet.

I'm here filing a report.

Yesterday, they tried to murder me.

And today, the same people...

started a fire that injured my son.

You said it was the same people. How you know that?

Well, because it was the same people,

those bastard friends of Nata's.

At this moment, can you prove it?

No, I can't.

It was my hope that a few of you police

were doing your job here.

Yesterday, an officer was murdered.

From right here in this office.

And today, of course, everyone is pretty much a mess.

Ah, sure, sure.

My family and I are in mortal danger

and you're all doing nothing to put these gang members in handcuffs. Right?

-Easy. -What?

Stop with the martyr act, you're making a fool of yourself.

Listen, you imbecile.

Those animals are coming after me.

And the only reason they are is that I prevented that leader of theirs

from shooting you.

Remember that time that I protected your damn ass?

I recall perfectly well, Tirso.

Either put those gang members in jail already,

or you will see another body in the streets and that will be me.

Or worse, it will be my child, and that's not happening. You understand?

Everyone here is a real crazy mess right now,

so just give me a couple of days.

In a couple of days, I'll probably be in the morgue.

So thanks.

For nothing.

Fuck all this, goddammit.

[door knocking]

[door opens]

Sir.

There's a possible witness to the death of Linares.

Okay. Oh!

[sighs] Hello, dear.

Hi.

Two hours to put together two pieces!

Why don't you give me some help? I think you were always good at puzzles.

I'm not staying, Mom.

Oh.

I'm not gonna come by anymore.

Ah.

Because your father is aware now?

Papa shouldn't be feeling like that.

He's always been there for me.

In his own way, he's been there. He has.

I understand.

It's your decision.

And I respect it.

You owe me nothing.

I'm the one who's in debt.

To you,

and your brother.

Even your father.

But just one thing.

Um, even though I owe you,

I'm still a little bit of a freeloader.

[laughs] Just one favor?

What?

It's just...

Please, I'd love to see Víctor.

You know, just for a minute, at the house.

I wanna give him a kiss.

Irene is quite fond of her grandpa, you know.

Hmm. I don't know how she'd feel about this.

Well, dear, it's worth a try.

Otherwise, how will we know? Hmm?

I think everyone is capable of forgiving,

even your father.

[drill whirring]

I don't think Papa will forgive you, Mama.

Mm-hmm. Don't underestimate an Abantos.

Or your mother when she has an electric tool.

Okay.

Let me talk to Irene.

-Great. -Yeah.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

[baby crying]

[huffs]

Tirso!

Gladys.

What are you doing here?

Look, Gladys, I'm sorry, but I'm staying.

I know what you're going to say,

I'm putting myself in danger.

And I'm selfish,

and I don't think about your feelings,

but they attacked my family.

And my hardware store.

When I wasn't here to protect my own.

And that's not going to happen again.

Okay, I get it, Tirso.

Aren't you gonna

yell at me?

I already did.

I cried, suffered.

And despite all that, here you are.

What more is there?

I'm glad that you aren't furious, then.

If you're really not mad, which I'm a bit unclear about.

I'm going, I need to get to the bar.

Don't you want to come inside and see Víctor?

He's right in there. And he won't stop crying.

Maybe you can help them out.

Nothing could sound better.

But I do need to help Pepe.

And even if I wanted to take care of everyone,

I couldn't do it.

[contemplative music playing]

Easy question, Rata. Don't mess it up.

Are you sure you saw the face of the guy who shot Linares?

It was very dark.

But yes, I saw his face.

Are you able to identify him

in these photos?

Don't need photos for this.

I know him.

And you do as well.

[ominous music playing]

You.

Come to my office.

Just what I need, a fucking rat in the damn station.

[grunts, groans]

You're under arrest for the murder of Sub-Inspector Linares.

I got you, you son of a bitch.

[gasps]

A witness saw you shoot Linares.

And guess what else?

He knows who you are.

-That's your guy? -Mm-hmm.

-The Rat? -Uh-huh.

Should make for a really reliable testimony.

Hey.

I don't give a shit if his testimony isn't worth anything to a judge.

You hear me?

I have the perfect excuse to investigate

when you shake your dick after you take a piss.

Now you'll have to explain your whereabouts

on the night of Linares' death.

I have an alibi for that time.

-I was with a friend. -You're fucking lying!

You're a murderer.

-You know the best part? -No.

I'm going to get forensics

to analyze your hands for traces of gunpowder residue.

How will you explain that?

Give me your badge.

You never deserved it.

It's over on my desk.

Andrade.

Handcuff this man.

Handcuffs aren't...

aren't necessary for me to give you my badge.

[tense music playing]

Hey!

Drop it. Drop...

Ezequiel!

Don't do it.

This is what you'd like, isn't that right, Romero?

Well, fuck you.

There's no ammunition.

[woman exclaims]

Motherfucker. You motherfucker!

I'm sorry I screwed up your little forensics test

for gunpowder residue.

Andrade.

Take this son of a bitch into custody before I shoot him myself.

Let's go. Let's go, come on. Move it.

[music intensifies]

Shit!

-[music fades] -[Víctor crying]

Mom, why won't he stop crying?

[crying continues]

Sometimes babies are just too mature

and get frustrated that they can't communicate.

I read it somewhere.

Have you also read where they happen keep the off button?

No.

Hey, so I was, um...

I was with my mother.

And she wanted me to ask you

if it would be okay to come here and meet the baby.

And Grandpa?

No one would say anything.

Don't make me lie for her.

If you can forgive her, Mom, that's really great.

But she behaved badly to Grandpa.

Yes, I know.

She behaved badly to me and your grandfather and to Santi.

But that's our burden.

At your age, it's all black and white.

But you have to put yourself in another's place.

Yes, I know.

I'm putting myself in Grandpa's.

-[Víctor crying] -I know, my sweetheart.

[Jimena clicks tongue]

But please let her meet him.

Do it for me.

It's not so easy being a mother.

Sweetheart.

Running a bit late, aren't you?

You're ahead of time, brother.

Have you turned 12 yet?

Quit fucking around and get Nata.

They murdered her.

And I'm her blood.

So from here on out,

if you want to do business, it happens with me.

[laughs] No thanks.

[engine starts]

[engine stops]

I brought cash.

Do it.

Goddamn it, these bastards.

[Tente] We pay well. I'm reliable.

You can give me a trial run.

[grunts] Touch my motorcycle again,

I'll rip your hand off.

Wait to hear from us.

[camera shutter clicking]

-[Víctor crying] -[Jimena] There, there, little one...

There, honey.

Can you please stop recording?

It's our first day all together.

I want to remember it.

There, little thing.

This is a day I would prefer to forget.

-[continues crying] -What's the matter?

I feel like throwing him out the window.

Oh, I'll throw you right out!

[Víctor cooing]

-Nelson. -[Nelson] Mmm?

He's not crying.

Bounce him, don't stop bouncing, yeah, yeah.

Oy, oy, oy. Oy, oy!

[clicks tongue]

Isn't he a bit young to be learning reggaeton?

And if you keep moving Víctor like that,

the only thing you'll get is his vomit everywhere.

Where have you been?

You had me concerned.

Don't worry.

If anything happens to me, you have your mother.

That is not fair.

-I was being serious. -[Víctor crying]

-There... -[Víctor vomiting]

-Oh. Víctor. -[Nelson] Oh.

-[Nelson] Come here. -Ugh. Bring me a towel.

There we are, love. Wait, wait.

-[cooing] -Hi, little prince, hello.

[Tirso] I don't like children, but I had two.

I brought them up to the best of my ability.

And I was there.

[door knocking]

Hello, ma'am.

I'm Inspector Romero, and this won't take much time.

Are you acquainted with Sub-Inspector Fandino?

[laughs] Of course, who isn't?

In the neighborhood, he's basically a superhero.

I owe him my life.

Is he here?

And you were with Mr. Fandino until ten o'clock last night?

Is that correct?

Perhaps. Uh...

I don't look at my watch a lot.

-Why? -Oh, a formality.

Sign right there, please.

What's this?

A declaration.

Written before you talked to me.

No, no, no. Where is Ezequiel? I want to see him.

He's been arrested for killing a policeman.

Yesterday.

After seeing you at ten o'clock.

Please, if you'd sign the statement.

No, I will not.

Sign the statement and there won't be any problem here.

-No. -[inhales, exhales]

You're his whore, is that right?

And you want to play savior too?

But this is not a game.

If you don't sign

you'll be fucked.

That's not necessary.

I was already fucked.

Last night.

Ezequiel.

And we were together past ten o'clock.

Yes. I'm his whore.

If you put that on paper,

I will sign it.

Right now.

Otherwise, you can rot in Hell.

[indistinct conversations]

No one wants to offer me a drink?

[shivering]

[Linares] Ezequiel.

[Linares] Ezequiel.

Ezequiel.

-[dramatic musical flourish] -[yells]

[breathing shakily]

[door creaking]

Leave us alone.

Your friend... I mean, your little whore

gave you an alibi.

You're free.

But not for long.

Why the hell are you coming after me?

Tell me, tell me. You never tell me anything anymore.

Because you killed Linares.

-Is that enough? -You're lying.

You were after me even before

they put a bullet in the head of your fucking friend Smithers.

You had become too famous.

It wasn't personal.

But now it is.

Want to know the difference between the two of us?

People like me.

But not you.

And in this life it's more important to be liked than it is to be honest.

So, listen to me, I'm a really good liar.

I can play dirty, just like you.

-Stop it, you motherfucker. Stop it. -He wants to kill me!

-He wants to kill me! [grunts] -Stop.

-He wants to kill me! -Get in here.

-Take him away. -He wants to kill me!

[Romero] Fuck. Jesus.

He was trying to kill me!

-Get him out of my sight. -He wants to kill me!

He wants to kill me!

[yelling]

He wants to kill me! Ah!

He's trying to kill me.

He wants to kill me.

Goddammit!

[Sanchís] Good... Good night, everyone.

[Pepe] Come in early tomorrow.

[Gladys] Come in rested.

Okay.

[tense music playing]

-Bye. -[Pepe] See you tomorrow.

Oh jeez, why don't you go home already, for God's sake?

It's just I realized I had to pee.

Well, I'm going home so I can finally see my grandson.

Pepe, Pepe!

Someone's in the ha... hardware store.

I tried to call Tirso,

but I guess he's a... a... asleep already.

It's those... those... those gangsters

preparing something bad for Tirso, I think.

No way, no fucking way.

Take these. Keys to the store.

-All right. -Come on.

Uh...

[objects clanking]

-Freeze, motherfucker! -Oh! Fuck.

You idiots scared me half to death!

Are you morons?

Is this a joke, or what?

[Pepe] We thought the gang members had broken in

and they were trying to get rid of you or something like that.

You almost saved them the trouble.

And you?

What are you doing down here?

[sighs]

There's no sleeping with that kid.

He's a budding Wagnerian.

So you sleep here a...all alone?

No, no, no, that isn't very safe.

I'm calling my friend Luis who's a security camera salesman.

Tomorrow, you put one in.

This can't continue.

No, this can't continue.

But things are gonna change.

So don't worry about it.

Oh? What are you up to, Tirso?

What did you do all day?

Mostly, I was watching a den on Plasencia Street

where these assholes hang out and do their stupid gang stuff.

When I was there, some bikers arrived.

They were going to do business, I'm sure of it.

They took out a backpack that was full of cash.

So all I have to do is watch and wait for when they do the deal

and take a few photos to give to the police

and the scumbags will all be in jail then.

But isn't it better to leave all that to the police?

The police, no, they made it very clear they don't give a shit.

So I'm alone.

No you're not.

You're never alone.

No, Pepe, no.

I don't want you to get into any trouble because of me.

It's not just for you.

It's also for our own health.

Do you have any idea how badly it scared us

thinking they were in here?

[Sanchís] And I... I can watch them.

It's just sitting and watching, which is what I do everyday.

You see, it's not such a big deal.

For the Third Company.

[both] Third Company, until we die!

[epic music playing]

[laughing]

[laughs]

I'm sorry.

But it's just...

it's not going to work out.

Because, the thing is, I like them much bigger.

You haven't even seen it.

[chuckles] I meant the bike, not you.

Hey, girl.

What the hell are you doing?

[kisses]

[engine starts]

[Ezequiel] Be careful, Tirso.

Even the mighty fall sometimes.

Did those bad guys give you that new face?

No way.

The problem is, life as a top model is really hard.

-[telephone ringing] -Will you excuse me?

-Hello. -[Dulce] Where the hell were you?

We need to meet up.

And right now.

Okay.

[Tirso] Back up. Give me some space.

[telephone chimes]

Another police union asking for your head.

Since you got to the neighborhood, there's been attacks and fires,

the gangs are out of control and there's a dead cop.

And what do you come up with to solve it?

Attacking the only officer who has done anything

to improve the image of this shitty place.

Accusing the hero of Entrevías of killing someone!

Is there something wrong with you?

You handle this.

[door slams]

Back up, don't make this worse.

Ezequiel's a troublemaker but he's very smart.

He has managed to convince everyone

I have some grudge against him.

Yeah. Isn't it the truth?

No.

Linares was following Ezequiel the night he was killed.

Following him. Why?

My instincts told me that there was something bad.

And I wasn't wrong.

Linares found something out.

He called for backup to arrest someone

and was killed.

Guess who that person was.

You have 24 hours to bring me something incriminating.

If you don't, I will throw you to the beasts.

Whoa.

[Dulce whistles]

Who did all that to your face? Was it the Inspector?

No, but officially, yes. I screwed with him a little bit.

But can we please cut to the chase? I've got a terrible headache.

Yes, relax, it'll take a minute.

So the word on the street is

that your little birdy friends

are almost out of drugs.

They need to re-up now, so they put in a call to these bikers,

something like Johnny Leopard, I think.

-Ring a bell? -No shit.

No shit, no shit.

That guy smuggles a ton of junk in this country.

He's certainly smuggling something inside of his pants. [chuckles]

Keep that part to yourself. I don't need to hear about that.

But the good thing is that his phone

accidentally fell into my pocket.

This new leader of Nata's gang is just a little brat.

and I can make him think that he's buying drugs from those bikers,

cheat him... [whistles]

...and steal all his fucking money.

Our job couldn't be easier,

as long as they run out of drugs and money.

We'll have them right where we want 'em.

I'm smart as hell, aren't I?

Since you are so smart and so Mulan,

there surely must be a way you can take care of this yourself,

because I can't.

I can't leave my Inspector alone.

No way, that guy just can't live without me.

You guys have a pretty toxic relationship, huh?

[doorbell buzzing]

-[Jimena] Hi, Mama. -Hi!

[kisses, chuckles]

[Jimena] Come in, she's in the bedroom.

Did I go back in time here?

-[Víctor crying] -This is all...

completely the same.

Except there are no photos of you.

Hello.

Hello, flower.

Oh, goodness, what a beautiful baby.

Oh my. Oh yes.

Please, could I hold him?

Oh my God. Come here, sweetheart.

Oh, come here, sweet thing.

Oh, that little head.

-[Víctor crying] -What's the matter, darling?

Is he hungry?

He doesn't hold tightly to my nipple.

Yeah. And it hurts you, right?

A bit.

Mm-hmm. It happens. Shh. There, there.

But there are tools.

When I was in Africa, I apprenticed with a doula.

Want to try?

No, no it's fine.

Yes, but why not try? Come.

Come, sit down. Come on.

Okay. Okay. You go with Mama.

Yes, you're with Mama.

Hold him.

Hold him.

There you are.

Oh, that little head. Oh, oh, oh.

-That baby head. -[crying]

All right, my little boy, that's good. Yes, baby, good. There you go.

Now, try to get him on there.

That's it. Yes, that's it.

Sometimes if we open the palate a little

it makes it a bit easier for them.

Good, baby boy. All right.

All right, yes. Yes.

-Yes, sweet boy, that's right. -Look, he's breastfeeding.

-Yes, of course he is. -Sweetheart.

-That's good. -Does it hurt you?

Yes. Yes. [chuckling]

-Not much. -Yes.

-Yes. -And he's quiet.

-Yes. Finally! -[laughing]

Grandpa was right on,

You really are a witch. [laughs]

He calls me a witch?

-Yeah. -How horrible. [laughs]

[tense music playing]

I'm taking him a sandwich.

Wait, wait. But, Pepe, I haven't even eaten yet.

It won't take long. Be right back.

[sighs]

Are you ever gonna speak to me again?

And you?

You aren't going with your friends to play soldiers?

Do you think I'm stupid?

That I haven't noticed that you're up to something?

Come on, Gladys, you need to understand.

They attacked my son.

My business.

I have to be here.

You know damn well that's not the reason.

We had convinced you that leaving here was the best move

and you understood.

Now you changed your mind?

Look me in the eye and swear it wasn't for her.

-For her? -Yes.

For Maica.

Sure, it's a part.

But not for the reason you think, Gladys.

If I'm gone, that witch will pounce on my family,

and that's unacceptable.

Do you realize what you said there?

That you'd put everybody else in danger around here,

yourself, your friends,

you'd risk our relationship just because your ex is back?

Well, if you put it like that...

I don't know if it's because you hate her

or adore her.

But it's clear that you are willing to do anything for that woman.

But not for me.

What are you talking about?

No one here cares about how I'm doing.

If I'm starving, well, that doesn't matter,

or if I've been waiting to see my newborn grandson for three days

while I'm stuck frying chicharrones.

I always take care of others. Always.

Of Nelson, and Alicia, and you.

Even Ezequiel.

I'm the fucking mop that cleans up everyone else's shit.

But no one takes care of me.

Not even you, Tirso.

Don't say that.

You're incredibly important.

But not nearly enough.

[emotional music swells]

[music fades]

Everybody get out.

No need to pay, because it's on me.

Come on, you heard me.

-[man] Thanks, Tirso. -It's on me.

But you have to leave.

Come on, come on, Jorge.

Don't eat Pepe's crap, man, come on.

-[woman] So long. -Let's go.

-[man] See you. -Okay, see you later.

What is this?

Have you lost your mind?

I had you right there, in front of my face,

without even realizing I was hurting you.

I'm so sorry.

I swear, I'm done playing soldier games.

I promise I'll take care of you.

From now on.

And that starts with you getting to spend some time with your grandson.

I'll talk to Pepe. If he has to close the bar, let him.

[chuckles]

But first,

you need to eat something.

But what...

What are you doing?

I'm cooking.

No way!

And what are you cooking?

Um...

Are there canned goods?

[laughs] Oh, my dear Lord.

Everyone, I have good news!

The phone company has located Linares' cell phone.

You three, in your cars.

Ezequiel,

you too.

Linares' cell phone has been down for the last couple of days.

But it came back online a few hours ago.

According to the phone company, it's in this area.

I'm gonna call it.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Look at garbage cans, sewers, anything that you can see.

[line ringing]

[cell phone ringing faintly]

Find the owner of this car.

That car is mine, Inspector.

Well, come here.

Open it.

I said open it. Or should I get a warrant?

[lock clicks]

Give me some gloves.

[suspenseful music playing]

Bingo.

The phone that went missing the night Linares was murdered

was in your car.

How the fuck do you explain that?

Officer.

Handcuff him.

[music fades]

[typing]

[sent notification chimes]

[hip-hop music playing]

[cell phone vibrating]

Yo, yo, yo. It's... It's from those bikers.

They want to do a purchase now.

-They want it pronto. Man, we gotta go. -Yeah, let's do this shit.

Heads up.

The cho... cho... chorizo?

I always just, uh, burp it up.

You get to enjoy it twice.

-[sighs] -[cell phone ringing]

It's Tirso.

Hey, man.

Listen, uh, Pepe, you have, uh, some cans here that don't have a label.

Are they expired?

-What now? -What did he say?

He's talking about cans.

-He's speaking in code. -I don't get it.

We're in front of the gangster's den.

No news so far.

No, no, no, uh...

Change of plans.

Just get out of there.

I don't want any trouble for either of you.

A bit late for that, isn't it?

When you coming?

[Tirso] I can't do it.

You were right. It's too big a deal for us.

We need the police.

Psst. Come on, get in, man.

We're leaving, okay? Here, hold this.

Pepe. They... They're leaving.

What should I do?

-What's happening? -[Pepe] Target's on the move.

With backpacks on.

The... The main guy.

Ah, maybe they... they're going for a hike.

Backpacks?

They're moving money.

Okay, tail them.

I can't come right now because I'm having lunch with Gladys.

But don't let them out of your sight.

All right.

Tirso's not coming. He's with Gladys.

He builds us up and then stays with his girlfriend?

We sh... shouldn't do anything.

[Pepe] Start the car, damn it, we're losing them.

The captain has some...

some nerve.

[classical piano music playing]

[both chuckle]

Mademoiselle.

Tomato slices with olive oil on top.

And...

[Gladys] What is that green thing?

Um... Uh...

That's the olive oil cap, yeah.

[laughs]

Tomato slices with olive oil and tuna from the Cantabrian Sea.

I think.

The can didn't have a label on it.

Wow.

I am so impressed.

Me too.

[both chuckle]

Hear that?

Chopin.

I want the lady to enjoy this meal

with all five of her senses.

-[laughs] -[door opens]

Hey, can't you see the sign, you moron?

It's closed!

Tirso, Tirso.

All to your liking, mademoiselle?

[laughs]

[Tirso chuckles]

[Romero] Hey.

Why the sad face?

Where's that charm now, Ezequiel?

Uh, Inspector, I'm going to need to make my phone call.

[Romero] Mm.

Call your lawyer if you want.

But not even God can save you now.

Or that little nun you're screwing.

-Boom! Go ahead. -[telephone ringing]

[Santi] Okay, okay, okay.

Abantos Hardware.

[Ezequiel] Hey, big guy.

I need you to do me a favor and I need you to do it extremely well.

Because I'm risking a 20-year disaster.

Twenty years of getting fucked in the slammer by everyone, okay?

[tense music playing]

I... I... I'll follow them...

but they're going to see us, right?

[Pepe] Turn in there.

Come on, man.

Shh.

This is the dumpster he mentioned in the message.

He wants us to leave the money here.

Hey! Where're the drugs at?

Fuck, man.

[cell phone vibrating]

-[dial tone beeping] -He hung up.

-[phone chimes] -[sighs]

"Don't call because they may be listening."

"Just leave the money in the dumpster and go,

then wait for further instructions."

What is all this shit?

Think I'm gonna leave the money there?

[scoffs]

NO FUCKING WAY I LEAVE THE CASH IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE DRUGS

[keypad clacking]

[cell phone chimes]

"As you wish, good riddance."

Son of a bitch, man!

[Chulo] What do we do now?

Where do we get our drugs?

We only have ten grams left! We're screwed.

OK. I'LL LEAVE YOU THE MONEY.

Get in the car.

Start it.

Very nice, little brat. [chuckles]

They left the backpack inside the dumpster.

Here they come!

[Pepe] Let's go take a look.

Holy shit.

[hip-hop music playing]

-[telephone ringing] -Yeah?

Ready to talk business with us?

What the fuck is this?

We just left the money where you said.

What the hell are you talking about, man?

Motherfucker!

No! Turn around now, they just screwed us.

Hurry up! Come on.

[cell phone ringing]

Ah, excuse me. It's just, I'm waiting to hear about the insurance

for the hardware store.

Yeah. It's them.

I'll just take a second, okay?

And... I'll get the dessert.

-Hello? -We're at the dry port now.

Where they keep all those containers.

-Those gangsters left the money here. -Great.

And the drugs?

No idea. There's only the cash.

Did you take any photos of them dropping off the money?

Did we take photos?

No... No, I didn't take any.

Tirso, if you want us to take some photos of the dough now,

we have the backpack.

Why the hell would you take the money?

Don't you realize it's a piece of evidence?

Oh, oh, oh, Pepe, Pepe.

A car is coming.

A car is coming.

Hide the van, don't let them see us.

-Shit, shit. -[Tirso] What's going on?

[Pepe] I think it's them, the gangsters. They're going to find us.

-Well, are you armed? -[Sanchís] I... I didn't bring anything.

And I just brought a sandwich.

Calm down.

I'm coming. I'll be right there.

[sighs]

What is that, Tirso?

Pepe and Sanchís, they're in trouble.

You were talking to them this whole time, right?

You just lied right to my face.

If you walk through that door, don't bother coming back.

Those two are my men.

I will not let them down.

[door opens, closes]

Those motherfuckers!

When we left there was a van back there,

Now it's gone.

I'm sure it's theirs.

[sighs] They have to be close.

I'll block the exit, you guys look for them.

Damn!

Come on. They have to be around here.

[intense music playing]

You're disgusting.

There's nothing more disgusting than killing a fellow cop.

Yes.

But you know what's pretty fucking cool?

For a police chief to gather false information against another cop,

that's pretty fucking cool.

Don't push it, Ezequiel.

No one believes that bullshit.

Or your lies.

Before you arrest me,

you should take a look at the video that guy over there has brought in.

The big boy right there.

Because a video is worth a lot more than all the bullshit I'm hearing in here.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this morning when you tailed me.

Because I saw you.

You're a bit of a disaster doing follow-ups.

I happened to wonder, "Oh shit,

what if that police chief is still obsessing over me

and wants to ruin my life?"

And so, from... from pure precaution,

from pure precaution,

it seemed like a good idea to park right in front of a...

hardware store where they had just installed a camera because

they say Entrevías is a bad neighborhood and, well,

personally, I find Entrevías to be a great neighborhood.

[tense music continues]

[Romero] God damn it, fuck him.

No, fuck you, Romero.

Fuck you, asshole.

[door slams]

[music intensifies]

-I'll be right back. -Hey, where are you going?

To take a look around.

[panicked breathing]

Oh God.

[exhales]

They're coming this way. They have guns.

Do you think if we give them the money, in a nice manner,

they will just let us go?

Why not? They could invite... invite us... us out for a beer.

There's only one choice.

To face them straight on.

Pepe.

Oh, oh.

[music fades]

Don't move

or I'll put a third eye in your face.

Drop the gun now.

Come on, drop the gun.

[gun clatters]

Where did my friends go?

Those van guys are your buddies?

Because they'll be dead soon.

Then you'll know what it feels like.

Where are my friends,

you piece of garbage?

You ready?

Soldier, it has been an honor to serve next to you.

The... the same for you, my sergeant.

One,

two, three.

[both yelling]

[yelling stops]

What the hell happened here?

I have no... no idea.

Let's say it's drugs.

[Tirso] Who the hell are you?

The girl you murdered, I'm her cousin.

My name's Tente. Nice to meet you. [chuckles]

So how's the store looking?

That was your son in there?

So that was you.

I swear on my mother,

next time I shoot, I will not miss your head.

You're a spoiled little kid.

[Pepe] Tirso, get in.

[Sanchís] Come on, Captain.

Stay right there.

Come on, let's go.

You okay? What happened?

It's all been ve... very strange.

But, in the end, we got away with it.

And we have the dough. Look.

Where's the money?

[panting]

It seems an apology is in order.

The Inspector's behavior does not suit his position.

I suppose that when the world sees a video of the Chief Inspector

planting false evidence,

well, shit, he won't be suitable for very much, will he?

[Saavedra] What video?

No one has seen a video.

Never will.

And I assure you the inspector will never bother you again.

Never.

Then I'm going to accept an apology when it's offered.

There we go, let him apologize to me.

"Ezequiel, you are a brilliant cop, you motherfucker,

and you are not a murderer."

Or are you afraid you'd end up insulting me?

Ezequiel is a great cop.

You missed the most important part.

Ezequiel's not a murderer.

That was from the heart. That was from the heart.

Very good.

Fix the damn neighborhood,

and forget Ezequiel.

Whatever happens now, you're on your own.

We clear?

[melancholy piano music playing]

["Diablo Loco" playing]

Fanny wants a divorce.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

This is bad news, I take it.

You think I could sleep at your place?

Not a chance.

If you don't act on this and I get shot by this piece of shit,

Gladys is gonna blame it on your ass.

Will you marry me?

-Amanda? -[Amanda] I need you to come and visit me.

[Jimena] I really needed to see you as well.

And the worst thing is, it's over with Gladys.

No shit, same with me.

-What? -She quit as my cook.

-I should start my own catering business. -That's a truly inspired idea.

You'd really trust me to cook all the kid's meals?

Of course I would.

But in return, you find the son-of-a-bitch who murdered Sandro.

We couldn't produce any evidence against Nelson.

But he is the suspect?

Nelson!

Tirso! They took Nelson!

I'll find him, I promise you.

[groans]

You finish that guy off, then come back.

[music stops]