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Boy, throw some more wood on that fire!

Freezing my balls off.

That's good.

That's a nice fire, Eugenio.

Yeah.

Hey.

Uncle Rafael!

God's blessings on you.

How are you?

Freezing to death, what'd you expect?

Come on, have a seat.

Where's that fella who was with you last time?

He's dead.

May God rest his soul.

Things have really gotten rough in the neighborhood

since you got here, huh?

Sure, well, I guess someone put a curse on me, right?

Maybe you should talk to Mari.

She's very good at lifting curses.

It isn't Mari's help I need, Uncle.

I need some help from you.

Ah, so that day is here already?

Didn't take long.

I need to handle this situation.

And show those punks who Entrevías belongs to.

The men I have at the station,

they're not enough.

I need my kin.

Yes, I see, I see. Well…

Our blood runs very deep.

Remember your cousin? Remember Sandro?

Yes.

It's sad what happened.

What happened is someone put a bullet in his head.

That's what happened.

They never caught the asshole who did it.

Well, Sandro had many enemies.

He was family.

We'll help you, Antonio.

But in return, you find the son of a bitch

who murdered Sandro.

Get him off the street.

Consider it done.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Oh Christ.

-Ladies! The flower guy is here! -Oh my God.

Get Gladys out here.

You've gotta be the most pathetic son of a bitch

I ever saw in my whole fucking life.

You mean this house doesn't have any mirrors?

Gladys!

It's too early for flowers, shoulda got chocolate and some churros.

How 'bout a knuckle sandwich, would you like that?

Gladys!

Don't bother, Gladys, don't bother Gladys.

You should've seen her.

She might stuff those flowers right down your throat.

What is it?

Make him go away, for starters.

Get inside.

My, my, what an explosive situation this is.

I am sorry.

I am allergic.

-To flowers? -No.

To the macho, violent men who lie to me,

make me dinner and run out on me, then try to fix it all with flowers,

like I'm nothing, like I'm an imbecile.

Gladys, I beg you.

I acted poorly yesterday, but look,

my friends were in danger, so…

And why do you think your friends were in danger, Tirso?

-Maybe it was because of you? -Me?

Those two are independent adults.

They do as they wish.

Well, all right, I…

I may have played a little role there.

You see?

You are the one out looking for problems.

You just can't help playing soldier again isn't that right?

You may be right on that one.

In my mind, I could never stop being a soldier.

It is what it is.

Yeah.

It is what it is.

And I'm not gonna live like this, Tirso.

It's best if we break up.

Gladys.

Tirso.

How did it go?

I don't want excuses, pal, we're out of drugs.

So whatever it takes, mix it with caffeine, I don't care,

but we have no product.

-Come on, what is this, a joke? -Does it look like I'm joking?

We're screwed, asshole!

-Oh shit. They're rolling up on us, man. -Get outta here!

-Dude, the cops. Let's go! -Police, freeze!

Get 'em outta there.

Everyone out! Hands up!

Police! This is a raid. Hands up, don't move!

Holy shit, man, this is fucked.

Come the fuck on. Let's go. I want everyone outta there!

-I want this hole emptied of rats! -Bring 'em out.

-Secure the suspects, bring 'em outside. -Shit, get him, get that one.

-Police! -Don't touch me. Get your hands off me!

Heads up, it's the cops! Get inside, it's the police!

I know the sons of bitches who stole our money.

And I know how to get it back too.

-The only… -Cops!

-Cops are here, police are on the way! -Is this a fucking joke?

No, we gotta run, Tente, we have to go now!

Police, everyone freeze! This is a raid!

-Lemme see your hands! -Let's go.

Looks like we're fucked, man.

Hands up, motherfucker.

-I said put 'em up. -Put your fucking hands up.

Sir.

This one is good. Give me an update on those other stash houses

We also hit the stashes over on Larga.

And the park in Entrevías,

as well as the abandoned club on Plascencia.

Nearly 30 arrests, so far.

Bring 'em all in.

And don't play patty-cake with these assholes.

If they make trouble, heads are gonna roll.

Yes, sir.

Let's move out!

Come on, we're leaving, let's go.

I want you dug into this shithole. All right?

And don't let anyone in here.

Is that clear?

Not a soul.

Tell everyone to do the same at those other spots, got it?

No problem. Let's go, boys.

Well, now, what do we have here?

Let me guess, let me guess, let me guess.

Today is "Take Your Kid to Work Day," isn't it? Am I right?

Because this little punk has your eyes, doesn't she, huh, Irene?

There was a raid.

Led by the Inspector.

Raids are grand ideas.

It takes more effort to file the paperwork

than for a public defender to put your punk-ass back on the street.

Isn't that right, pretty girl?

I will hang the Inspector's balls from my rearview fucking mirror.

National Police, Entrevías station, how can I help you?

Yes.

Uh, excuse me but could you

repeat the name once more and tell me the name of the hospital,

the date, and the time that he went to the emergency room

to treat those stab wounds?

Fuck.

Ezequiel, I can't talk right now, I'll call you back.

Don't hang up, it's very important, please.

I just received a call about a stabbing

because hospitals are legally mandated to report all stabbings to us.

Mm-hmm.

Fascinating.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. It's exciting as hell

because two days ago, some gangster was admitted to the ER with a stab wound.

And can you guess

which little birdy was the one who took the blade?

Right now I'm really not in the mood for riddles.

Your old pal, the jungle cat, the Black Pantera.

They stabbed him and he didn't file charges,

and as it turns out,

right now I have all the other birdies sitting here with me at the station.

Do you realize what this means though?

I can't really focus clearly at this moment.

It means right now there's a power struggle

in Nata's little bird cage

and that means the Pantera has been ousted

and his power is gone, leaving a void in the birdcage,

and a chance to get inside.

You're gonna walk outta there really horny, aren't ya?

Uh, are you alright, Captain?

Overjoyed. Can't you tell?

I was just thinking about what…

about yesterday and all of that dough.

I really don't get it.

It was in the van yesterday.

And I…

I swear I didn't touch it.

I know, Sanchís, I know.

The problem is these gangsters might believe we're the ones

who took all their money.

We gotta use caution.

I use caution, and all eight senses, you know me.

But this is getting pretty dangerous and…

I got…

I got scared.

There was a moment when… when I…

I saw my whole life flash before me.

Good morning.

I'm going to the hardware store.

And your churros?

All yours. Maybe they'll cheer you up.

Here, Gladys.

Your paycheck.

Pepe.

-What's up? -What's this?

There's money missing.

A lot.

Not a penny is missing.

This month, you've managed to work less than a politician.

What are talking about?

Are you referring to the fact that my grandson was born

and I've been locked here frying chicharrones?

But that false alarm of Irene's,

you clocked out that day.

And when she gave birth as well.

Because the girl almost died, Pepe.

And the child too.

And, like everyone else, my heart was in my stomach.

Our agreement has nothing about

clocking out because someone's in the hospital.

No.

This isn't happening.

Also, there was the day you spent two hours with the police.

Because someone had shot Tirso!

Yeah.

Any mention of boyfriends getting shot in our agreement? No.

Gladys, don't look at me like that.

I wanted to be by his side too that day.

He's my buddy. But I was here, keeping the lights on.

After the hours I've spent in your kitchen, working like a slave.

Not seeing my grandson.

Covering for you when you're off on adventures.

Serving drinks at all hours, when you know very well

that my contract states I'm a cook and that's it.

You've got some serious balls, paying me this bullshit right here.

Our agreement decides what you're paid.

Well, I've made a decision.

I'm getting the hell out of here!

I'm done.

Hey now, listen!

Just because you get pissed, I'm not giving you the day off.

The agreement doesn't mention being pissed off.

Shove the agreement up your ass, Pepe.

You're an abusive piece of shit.

Sexist.

Son of a bitch!

Hey.

It's about time.

You mean to say you couldn't put on your pants and open the store today

just because you had a couple of crispy fingers?

Or were you just lounging around as always?

Son,

I wasn't serious.

If you break down every time I tease you, you'll need Kleenex boxes by the dozen!

Fani wants a divorce.

I see.

And this is bad news, I take it.

Yes, Papa, yes, it is.

She has someone else.

You can't be serious?

You mean that annoying, anal, old hag

actually found another guy?

Papa, this is the mother of my children.

How do you know?

She cheats, so who knows how long it's been?

Fuck, Papa.

I don't want to be insensitive, Santi, but if you're going to pay alimony,

it's important to know if the kids are yours.

Listen, Santi,

don't let it get to you.

You don't see it right now,

but I assure you, you're better off without that…

uh, that… that…

Son, you're not alone.

I'm right here. For anything you need.

All right? Huh?

-You think I could sleep at your place? -Not a chance.

Look, Santi, sorry, but there's no room at the inn.

It's filled to capacity.

How about the sofa?

You mostly stay over at Gladys' anyway.

Yeah, well, to be honest, I'm not sure that can last.

And besides, the little one keeps crying all night.

In that house, you wouldn't be able to get any rest.

Fine. You can stay.

We'll work something out, I'm sure.

Thanks.

Hey.

Cheer up. Hey, come on.

Hello.

Have we met?

I'm Inspector Romero.

I replaced you at the station in Entrevías.

Ah.

I see, yeah.

How're things in the neighborhood?

And how are things in prison?

Is there something I can help you with?

There's a cold case I'd like to resolve

and I wanted to get your ideas.

The murder of Sandro Salazar.

How can I help with that?

I reviewed the documents, the videos, your notes,

and there was only one suspect considered.

Nelson Gutiérrez.

And what is it that brought on your interest in that old file?

Mm. The family's pressuring us.

Burying a son without knowing who murdered him is a nightmare.

We couldn't produce any evidence against Nelson.

But he is the suspect?

No proof of that was ever found.

In your notes there's one thing that appears incriminating.

He had a sweatshirt identical to that of the killer.

Detective Ezequiel Fandiño found it.

Thousands of sweatshirts look like that.

And Nelson's couldn't be analyzed because it went missing.

Hmm.

That evidence was handled by Ezequiel?

He's a rotten apple, isn't he?

It went missing.

And the investigation hit a dead end.

Yes.

There were no other leads, and we couldn't prove a thing.

Enough of this shit.

Can I come in?

You've been released.

Yes, thanks to you, thanks to you.

That inspector was screwing you.

I've been dealing with the police for years,

and I've learned they're all crooked.

You know what cops say about NGO workers,

you all have big mouths.

Ah!

Sorry! Sorry.

I'm such a bigmouth.

These flowers are yours, for having such a big, beautiful mouth.

Guess you gotta be courageous to help somebody you don't even know?

You see…

I don't think you need to spend much time with a person

to get to know him.

You just have to read their aura.

And yours is that of a good person.

-That's very kind of you. -Mmm.

And besides,

you owe me a favor.

Wow.

My God, why can't everyone see the uses for a male body, like you?

Be realistic!

I was thinking more like

a self-defense course.

-That perhaps you could teach. -Wow.

I'm sure you're an expert.

You'd be a hit. Hmm?

-And while we're at it… -Mm-hmm?

I'll sign your students up for accounting,

and mechanics, and who knows what!

Hm.

Whaddya think?

-Want to shake on it? -Well, we have a deal.

Okay.

Come on in, come in.

And my things?

Leave them here in the living room.

We'll find a place for your stuff later.

You see?

You would sleep better outside in the park.

No one sleeps a wink here.

Take the day off, all right?

I'll take care of the store today.

How about the bottles?

No, that's even worse.

He won't take it.

When Grandma was here, she said to open his palate.

-But it's not working very well. -Your grandmother was in here?

In my house?

And who the hell let her in?

Me, Papa.

She wanted to see her grandson,

so I invited her here.

So now you're best friends, huh?

That witch comes and casts a spell once again.

She's not a witch, Papa.

She's my mother, like it or not.

And now, I am trying

to reconnect with her.

Well then, why don't you reconnect with her in a parking lot?

Because that woman is not welcome here.

Is that clear enough?

Yes, Papa.

Clear as a bell.

Jesus Christ, she's the one who's angry.

What's the matter?

I can't do this anymore!

What do you mean?

I love him, I really do,

but he cries and cries.

I just got here and I'm ready for a siesta

after just five minutes of hearing it.

But he's a baby.

They do these kinds of things.

That's why I don't like them.

But Víctor is pretty cute.

I failed as a mother.

I don't know how.

You were right about me.

Don't say such nonsense.

No one knows how to be a mother

until they start being one.

And let's face it, you don't have a lot of brilliant examples from your upbringing.

It's just…

I feel exhausted.

And so alone.

I'm worried.

My whole body hurts.

I knew it was gonna be hard,

but not like this.

I just don't think I'm meant for this.

Sounds like we're pretty screwed.

But, hey, I'm here.

Pantera!

Stop running, for fuck's sake, you asshole.

Why are you here?

Did Tente send you?

So it was Tente who stabbed you.

And you'd love to get even, wouldn't you?

Is that what you think?

Who do you think you are?

Your fairy godmother, I'm gonna make your wishes come true.

Some garbanzo beans that will bring tears to your eyes.

Pepe.

I could play marbles with these.

You're supposed to cook these, not just throw them on a dish.

Well, well, the three-star Michelin chef has arrived.

I'll lose three of my teeth trying to chew your rock-hard garbanzos.

Don't eat them, Mr. Picky.

What can I get you?

Nah, it's fine.

I'm not really hungry.

What's the matter?

What's bothering you?

Santi and his wife are breaking up.

Oh, I see.

-That so bad? -For him, it is.

And the girl, she's been terribly depressed.

Ever since Víctor was born.

That's just the hormones.

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

-No shit! Same with me. -What?

She quit as my cook.

-She's a real pain in the ass, huh? -Yeah.

-She's a stubborn lady. Won't listen. -Stubborn as a mule.

Has to be right, whatever it is,

or she'll just yell, until she gets what she wants.

She even yells in her sleep.

At least I only have to tolerate it when she's working here.

But the truth is,

what she says is generally very accurate.

I mean, look at me.

My family is in ruins and what do I do?

I go running around playing the Three Musketeers.

And her cooking, I just love it.

People smell it through the door and she fills up the place.

Without her, I'd go under.

You're right about that.

I just need to talk to that woman.

Swallow my pride and just apologize.

That's a good idea, Pepe.

You can't let your pride get in the way.

No.

So from here on out,

I'll be dedicated 100% to my family.

I'm going.

Come on, at least have some dessert. The flan is store bought, it's not mine.

It says "homemade" on the menu.

Flan isn't made in a gutter.

I figured it came from someone's home, right? Hmm?

That Pepe's an exploiter.

He's too fat!

He's a sexist little shit-head.

Mmm. And bald.

It's not his fault he's bald, but, yes, that too.

I'm sure he deserves it.

I wanna see how he gets along without me in his kitchen now.

I'm telling you, not even the pigs would eat that greasy garbage he used to serve.

Your cooking is what brought people to that place.

There's no doubt about it.

You know what? I should start my own catering business,

just to spite him.

That's a truly inspired idea.

Yeah!

You think?

Of course, yes.

You don't need anyone else to be a success.

Just yourself.

You need to be empowered.

To build your own future.

How about this?

What do you say,

I don't know, I organize my own food delivery service from home.

-Of course. -And I'll cook it all here, in the house.

Uh, here in… in my kitchen?

Of course!

Uh, of course.

Uh, but there's something else I think you should consider here.

With the economy the way it is,

uh, I don't know.

A job with a steady income is not so easily found.

And after all, you did seem really happy working at the bar.

Well, I wouldn't say happy.

Who is it?

The bald, fat, sexist exploiter.

Ah, you have a way with words, it's a thing of beauty.

Talk fast.

I'm here to make peace.

I brought you this.

It's what I had deducted from your paycheck.

And I'm giving you a ten percent raise.

And I brought you these.

Those flowers aren't the ones left out on the landing all day, are they, Pepe?

So what do you think of that? Hmm?

Good deal?

Well, it's better.

So what, then? Will you come back and be my cook?

Okay.

That's how I like it, you back at work.

You've been acting so silly and kind of petty lately.

Excuse me?

I'm just glad you recognized you were wrong.

I recognized that without your skills,

the bar won't make it.

Just like I know without my kitchen, you wouldn't make it, either.

Begging and mopping for a living.

It's a win-win, Gladys.

How about you just go on and fuck yourself, Pepe!

And take your fucking money!

Get the hell out of here!

But Gladys…

Ow. Fuck. God-fucking-dammit.

In here.

Holy shit.

Nice spot you got here.

Very cozy.

Yes, the interior design is Swedish, it's like, less is more. Sit down, please.

Hey, listen,

if you're here for Gladys, don't you worry.

I will wait to hook up with her

until she's completely moved on from your very, very dramatic break-up.

I'm not here about Gladys.

I'm here to report that I have found out who the prick is

who shot at me twice and who tried to burn down my hardware store.

Rosa, Rosa, Rosa!

Rosa, could you sweep up somewhere else, some other time?

Don't look. Seriously, how do people forget to wear panties?

In the workplace! There should be a fucking law.

So who is it?

The attempted murderer?

The guy who wanted you six feet under?

Some punk who went by the name of Tente.

He told me so, himself. To my face.

And you didn't bash his face into the wall on the spot?

What the fuck, you getting old?

I prefer to do the right thing.

And leave it to the authorities.

No, you're only here because Gladys is furious as hell with you.

And let's face it,

sex always sells, isn't that the truth, Hardware Man?

The thing is, with this gangster,

there's a pretty good chance that he thinks we took something

he just might come looking for.

So are you looking into this guy or not?

Tirso, I just got back on the force,

and you want me to arrest some gangster for whatever you said he did.

I need a little evidence here,

Like an eyewitness,

or the gun he shot you with.

That's what the world has come to now, huh?

You pump your own gas, you put together your own damn tables,

and now you catch your own damn criminals.

That's the way it works whenever it's your word against his.

Listen, if you want to get rid of him,

there are 100 ways you could do it yourself, right?

And Gladys scares the balls off me, so…

The ball is now officially in your court.

If you don't act on this

and I get shot by this piece of shit,

Gladys is gonna blame it on your ass.

Holy shit, Hardware man, nicely played!

Then you know what to do.

Nicely played, indeed, Hardware Man.

Who's this guy?

Hey, what's up, Grandpa?

You comfy there?

What you doing?

Enjoying a little fresh air outside my brand-new spot.

You don't really believe that, do you?

This spot is ours, not yours.

Not anymore.

This place is mine. Period.

And the park and stash house on Larga Street, as well.

And if we ever see you around here again…

we'll kill you all!

Are you deaf, or what?

Motherfuckers.

Get lost.

Now.

So it's like that, huh?

Fine, then.

You'll regret this. I swear, we'll get our spot back.

Clear out, asshole.

You're all gonna pay for this.

There…

Now, let me see what is wrong with my little cutie?

I have no idea. I mean, I can't get him to stop crying.

Ah, well, let me take a look, come on.

Hello, little one!

But, oh my God, how wonderful is this?

You finally get to spend time with your grandma.

This will be so much fun! Yes, it will!

Sweetie, do you have breast milk for the baby?

Yes, it's in the fridge.

He didn't eat this morning, so I had to pump instead.

That's perfect.

Go get it, this evening he's staying with Grandma.

-Yes. -No, Gladys, really.

Thank you, but you won't get a wink of sleep tonight.

That's exactly why I'm here, now.

You need a few hours without the crying, don't you?

Right? Right, my love? Also, your mother has plans tonight.

Plans?

Better get dressed. We're going out to eat.

There, there, now, my baby boy.

There, there.

Tonight's going to be great. I'm so excited! Oh my god.

Who's sleeping for the first time with Grandma, huh?

Who gets to sleep with the best grandma ever?

That's right, my dear, here we go.

Gladys.

-Can we speak for a moment? -No.

I'm babysitting now.

I just wanted to say that you were right, and…

my family needs me right now.

They need my guidance.

And I need to not only talk to them, but to listen to them.

Ease their struggles.

And that is what I plan on doing.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

It's nothing.

Jimena, darling, can we talk?

About your mother.

No, there's nothing to say. And your opinion is clear.

And she won't ever come to this house again.

Uh…

Where are you going?

To go see her?

Outside of your precious little house, I don't owe you any explanations. Ciao!

Jimena, I just wanted to…

Damn it.

Irene, are you in there?

Would you like to talk?

I know you're upset, and I know things have been really bad.

I know we've all had trouble trying to make certain adjustments and…

Wow! You're looking good.

Yeah. Gladys is gonna put the baby to bed

so Nelson and I can go out to eat.

All right.

Well, I'm glad you were able to get rid of your unhappiness

with a little relaxation.

Ready?

Yeah, let's go.

You seen your Uncle Santi?

In there. He's depressed.

Come on.

Ah, Santi,

uh, are you all right?

-Wanna talk about it? -No, Papa.

You're not alright, or you don't wanna talk about it?

Neither one. I mean, I want to be alone, okay? Good night.

Hey, Santi.

Uh, I mean, I know things have been pretty hard for you,

but that is my bed.

Santi?

This is absolute bullshit.

Those sons of bitches played us.

We have to take back those stash houses.

No matter what!

They belong to us.

Face the facts, kid.

We have no guns, we have no bullets.

We're totally screwed.

Yes, you are indeed totally screwed.

In two days you managed to lose all your money,

your supplier for narcotics,

and all of your trap houses.

That's pretty disastrous, right?

Who the hell is this?

She's with me.

Surprise.

Little Pantera. You're back?

Haven't had enough, or what?

And you? You tired of acting like a fool?

Here's the cash you lost being an idiot.

Where the hell'd you get that?

You don't know shit about this neighborhood.

I found all of your cash.

And a new source for the drugs.

Who?

Hello!

Hey, hey, hey! The hell you doing, huh?

Watch it!

So what now? Huh, kid? What're you gonna do?

Huh?

Time to make a fucking decision.

You're either with us, or you're with this idiot.

Yeah? What're you gonna do?

That's right.

Hey, guys. Let's go.

You sacks of shit! You motherfuckers!

Okay.

Clear out! Clear the fuck out!

This isn't over, you sons of bitches.

I swear it on my cousin's memory.

Yeah just get the fuck outta here!

-Thank you. -Thanks.

You're sure it's okay if we just go back to the house?

Aw, don't sweat it,

you were nodding off at dinner, practically on the pizza.

In fact, you got a little pepperoni stuck to your forehead.

Let's go.

Do you know why I wanted to go out to eat?

Because, I wanted to ask you something,

but it was never the right time.

You can ask me now. What is it?

Nothing, just got my check from the foundation,

and it's more than I expected.

-Yeah? That's great! -Yeah.

So now, well, we can get our own house.

Our own life, and…

And I want to ask you something.

Will you marry me?

Is this a joke?

Um…

Well, I was just thinking…

Actually, I dunno what I was thinking.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

That was inconsiderate.

I haven't slept much and my head's so scattered, but…

it just came off as sort of, like,

-old-fashioned, you know? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I thought the same, it was a little old-fashioned to be, like,

"Hey, will you marry me?"

Yeah, no one does that today.

And this piece of shit ring, it can just fuck off!

-What're you doing? -Nothing.

It's a cheap ring from the Chinese bazaar,

my mom has them all over the house.

Just forget it, Irene. Just forget it.

Nelson.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I am more than okay. I'm just great.

And you're right,

I got a little crazy with all the marriage stuff, and I just…

Then why do I feel like you're not saying something?

It's because I know what everyone

says about us in the neighborhood,

what all these guys say.

Come on, you're the classy rich girl

with the poor-ass street kid who got you pregnant by accident.

But no, Irene, it's not like that.

You are the woman of my dreams.

That day I found you lying there and you were covered in blood,

I thought if something happened to you and Víctor,

that if somehow I lost you, I'd be a mess.

My life would be a mess.

You two are my life, now.

You're the only reason to go on.

So I just wanted everybody else to know about it, that's it.

But, if you're good with the way we are, fine.

Nelson.

Yes, I will.

What?

I said, yes, I will marry you.

I love you!

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

You think we should go get the ring and make it official?

You're right.

Wait here, wait here.

Look who comes bearing gifts! Not bad, eh?

I've got a little something here to celebrate!

Four beers, bottoms up.

Amazing.

A freezing squat with warm brewskies,

so this is the good life that you promised me?

Don't get mad, get glad. Swimming in champagne is overrated.

I speak from experience.

Drink up, to our great plan which is going just as we dreamt it would.

-Drink up! Oh! -Don't declare victory just yet.

Listen, that little piece of shit, Tente, is gonna screw with us, I'm telling you.

We gotta get rid of that motherfucker.

The funny thing about that is, you're not the first person today

to say those words.

It was Tente who shot the Hardware Man, he hates his guts.

Oh great, so bring that loser up on charges of attempted homicide

or some shit like that.

Tente is smarter than that.

I have no proof he's done anything wrong at all.

I don't have the gun, so what do you want? What do you want?

I'm sure he stashed that gun somewhere because they need hardware.

Very nice, Mulan, very nice.

So how do we do it, then?

How do we find a needle, or handgun rather, in a haystack, Mulan?

How do we do it?

Wait a minute. You've just given me a really great idea.

Irene.

-What is it, are you all right? -Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

You made my heart stop there.

So what's going on? Anything exciting?

Hey!

This is wonderful news. My two favorite kids are getting married

and I could not be happier.

Congratulations.

Hey, is Víctor doing all right?

Víctor is just adorable.

-Yeah? -He's been sleeping for hours now.

I gave him a bottle

and burped him afterwards,

we cuddled a bit,

then he absolutely passed out, it was…

I dunno, I'm thinking around 9:00 p.m.?

-Nine, really? -Yes, like a little angel.

Grandma's munchkin is cuter than a puppy dog,

and he just shines like a star.

But you need to get some rest. I promise, everything is fine, okay?

-Okay. -Go on, enjoy a good night's rest.

-Thanks, Gladys. -Sure.

Good night, sweetie.

Papa?

Papa, wake up.

What the hell are you all doing?

How long have you been there?

Not long, the kids wanted to tell you something.

Hey, did you sleep well last night, son?

I didn't sleep at all.

It's the best bed in the house.

All right. What is it that's so important that it couldn't wait for coffee?

Uh…

Family.

We're getting married.

-No! Are you serious? -Yes.

Congratulations.

Oh my God, I'm so happy!

Oh!

This is exciting! And the ring?

In my hardware store, we got better washers.

If that's the best you have for my granddaughter,

it's a very poor start.

Nelson plans to buy a nicer ring.

But I like this one.

Yeah, don't spend a lot of money.

Knowing the parties you punks throw, you'll have to mug a gaggle of old ladies

to pay for the wedding.

Grandpa.

Oh, no, if you thought I was going to pay for it,

then you drank too much on your date last night.

Take it easy, I'll pay for it with the money I'm earning

-over at the foundation. -Oh, will you?

So you're still working for the Wicked Witch of the West?

-Uh, listen, Grandpa-- -"Listen, Grandpa," my ass.

You only need me so you can squat in my house,

sleep in my bed, and empty my cupboards.

But no one cares about anything I have to say.

Papa, hold on. Where are you going?

To open the hardware store.

So I can feed you all.

Occupied!

I can't even piss in my own damn house.

Yes?

Hello.

It's me.

Amanda?

I need you to come and visit me.

-Please? -Of course.

Is everything alright?

Yes. Yeah, yeah.

Just get here quickly.

I'll be there soon.

With a touch of cognac.

Now why is she sticking flyers up in front of my bar?

Well,

perhaps she lost her cat.

I guarantee she's up to something.

Watch the bar for a minute.

Just serve whoever walks in here.

Hey, hey, hey.

Is leaving your friends with the morning dregs

part of your agreement too, or what?

What a morning.

"The best Cuban and Colombian cuisine at your house, at the best price."

I knew it! Shit.

Good morning.

Morning.

I'm glad that you could make it.

Last time I was here was a little bit…

Well, I don't know.

I'm just happy you called.

How's it all going?

What about the trial? Anything new?

Doesn't it start next week?

I can still call that lawyer for you.

Jimena, I didn't call to talk about lawyers, or the trial,

or things with us.

I feel the same way about us that I did the last time we spoke.

Okay.

Why'd you call then?

Someone came to see me.

The new Inspector in Entrevías.

He asked about a case Ezequiel and I investigated,

the murder of Sandro Salazar.

You have to let Ezequiel know.

But why not just reach out to Ezequiel and tell him about it?

I really needed to see you, as well.

So long, Jimena.

Now that you have your job back and you're making money,

shouldn't you perhaps try to find yourself an apartment of your own?

Well, I think this one is pretty fancy.

La Moraleja.

Eclectic and minimalist, twenty-six thousand square foot house.

With seven toilets!

That's a lot of waste, huh, Alicia?

Lots of pooping, lots of cleaning.

Bah!

Entrevías is so frustrating.

You believe this?

None of my flyers lasted half an hour on the street.

You should go have a talk with Pepe,

because the kitchen here is entirely too small.

Old Pepe gets no part of this.

I will make this business succeed

or my name isn't Gladys Nidia de la Caridad.

Sure, sweetie, but you're forgetting a crucial detail.

-You need some orders first. -Yeah.

-Gladys Míriam… -Nidia!

My friend Maica…

My friend Maica is looking…

She needs someone to provide all of the catering for her foundation,

if you want, I can mention it to her.

Your "friend" Maica?

My friend Maica.

You two have a lot in common,

my friend Maica and you,

ex-lovers of that Hardware Man.

Makes sense, as you both realized he's such a big pile of dog shit.

You don't say.

She doesn't sound like someone I would work with.

No, no, no, don't do it.

If you went into business with her,

you'd just make Tirso madder than a wet hen.

Maybe I will.

Doesn't seem like a bad idea.

I think I'll go and see her this afternoon.

I'll get the door.

Ugh.

I, for one, can't wait to see the face on our wet little hen, what do you say?

Oh God.

Keep on clucking, you fool.

Ezequiel.

I need to talk to you.

Why would they reopen the case?

What do we do now?

Well…

Just relax for now. Don't make any rash moves.

Especially you, Nelson. Can't afford a mistake.

This Inspector is the king of dirty tricks,

and if he comes after you without evidence,

he'll fabricate it.

Anyway, I gotta go.

No mistakes, Nelson!

I just don't want you to worry.

It's going to be fine.

It'll all work out.

We're gonna get married and start our life,

and no one's going to ruin this for us, I promise.

Hey, Santi, I was looking for some paint to cover the burnt wall out there

and we're out.

-We are? -Yeah.

And brushes, too, and sponges,

and plaster,

Did we sell it all?

Because this math doesn't add up.

No, but well, uh…

It's just…

we didn't sell it at all.

So, then where the hell did it go?

Well, it's, um…

Papa, I'll answer that, but don't forget I've been going through a hard period,

it's probably the worst of my life.

Right now, I am very, very sensitive

and one of your tantrums could actually

put an end to what's left of my self-esteem.

Where are all the materials, Santi?

I gave them to Mom.

To renovate the foundation.

Huh?

-What the hell did you just say? -Papa, remember my self-esteem.

I can't even get angry when it's justified.

Damn it!

You're sort of a hard guy to find, huh?

Whoa, easy now.

-You look like you could use some sleep. -What do you want?

I was thinking, it's a shame that you had to leave the gang.

Because out of all those idiots, you're the only one with balls.

You fuck me over, then you come here to butter me up?

-Mm. -What's your deal?

I'm very practical,

and practical people know what they need,

and I need you to be the leader again.

-And Pantera? -Pantera's dead, man, just say the word.

But first, I need you to cut all the bullshit.

Avenging your cousin, forget that.

Not until the old fucker who killed her is in the ground.

Then go put him in the ground.

Hey, you're strapped, aren't you?

You finish that guy off, then come back.

Sound good to you?

Well, all right.

-♪ I've been wanting more ♪ -♪ I've been wanting more ♪

♪ Focused on my dough ♪

♪They ain't even know ♪

Wow.

I think it's just a wonderful idea.

Seriously? You'd really trust me to cook all the kids' meals?

Of course I would.

We're both female entrepreneurs.

It's empowering.

And you're Nelson's mother, so it's all one big family.

Girl.

Welcome aboard.

Excuse me, Maica.

You have a visitor.

-Excuse me for a second, honey? -Of course, take your time.

Tirso?

What are you doing here?

It's a really nice renovation.

Inexpensive too, huh?

Considering I paid for all of this.

What does that mean?

It means that in the dream world you inhabit,

there's no need to pay for anything,

but in this neighborhood, there is.

And all the materials you're using came out of my hardware store,

for free, with no money to restock it.

I… I had no idea.

I thought everyone chipped in and so…

I didn't know.

I'm so sorry.

I'll return every penny of it. As soon as I can.

That's nice.

Now, I'm in both the hardware and the loan shark businesses.

Damn it, Santi, you really screwed this up.

Don't be so hard on him.

He's getting a divorce.

Oh, of course you know all about it.

Did he tell you before me?

He needed to open up.

All this stuff, it has really been hard.

Well, I guess you know all about people leaving their husbands for another.

Tirso.

I didn't leave you for another.

Oh, yeah, I forgot that Gustavo was just

an imaginary friend, or a hologram.

No. Gustavo was real.

-But there was nothing between us. -How does that make sense?

You committed adultery and ran off with the guy.

Gustavo is gay.

He has always been gay.

But I knew the only way for me to break away

without you trying to hold me back was…

I had to hurt you.

So I lied.

Tirso, you're the only man I've ever loved.

I'm very sorry

for hurting you so badly.

I'm not hurt in the slightest.

I'm glad you left me.

Life is perfect as it is.

Gladys!

Gladys! Wait!

Why're you here?

None of your business.

Can you just stop avoiding me?

Tell me what I have to do to earn your forgiveness.

Nothing, Tirso. I'm done with all of it.

I swear I won't ever touch a firearm ever again.

Until they go after your kids,

or granddaughter,

or maybe your fifth cousin. Come on, Tirso, please.

So that's it, then?

It just ends like this?

Well, it's one of those things that should probably never have started.

What are you talking about?

We're from two different worlds, Tirso.

And it's always been that way.

It's so obvious to everyone.

You should probably look for someone who's different than me.

Find someone like her, for example.

-You mean Maricarmen? -Yes.

She's very educated and on top of it all.

She knows you well.

She's been with a soldier, has experience.

You should be together, I know it.

Love isn't a contest of certain similarities.

You love who you love, period.

And the truth is, I love you.

Wow, that's…

You never said that to me before.

Too bad it's too late, Tirso.

Yeah, what's up.

Our little guppy's about to take the bait right now.

Got my phone and the car.

Hey there buddy.

That's it! Look at that smile.

Mom. I've never seen you so quiet. Are you okay?

Me?

I'm doing just great.

I couldn't be better, really.

My kids are finally getting married.

I'm really excited about your wedding day.

I am going to look so dolled up

that the priest is going to question his choice of career.

We're going to have a courthouse wedding, at city hall.

-Ah, well, the judge, then. -Hey!

Speaking of which, did you call?

Yes, I did, and they said they have an opening on the 20th.

So I said, "Let's do it."

The 20th?

-Yeah, this month. -Come on, this month?

Are you crazy? We can't get married on the twentieth.

We don't have anything ready.

-The restaurant and-- -My love, it's okay, don't worry.

The most important thing is that we're together. Hmm?

It's all good.

The simpler it is, the more romantic.

In that case, we could wear bathing suits and order pizzas.

I like that idea.

Shut your mouth. You're starting to give me a headache, okay?

A lot of things have to be taken care of yet.

Hey, you know what I'm thinking?

We could go make an appointment at the hairdresser's.

-Okay. Yeah. -Okay? All right.

-I'll take it. -Here.

And you, find a restaurant. We're not doing it at Pepe's.

Don't even think of Pepe's.

Over my dead body, and not even then.

All right. Let's go.

See you later.

Nelson.

Nelson Gutiérrez.

I'm Inspector Romero.

I want to talk to you about the killing of Sandro Salazar.

Sorry, I'm really busy.

Anyway, I signed a statement and that's all I have to say.

I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me it wasn't you.

If you want to interrogate me, tell me, and I'll discuss it with my lawyer.

No.

Just look me straight in the eyes, and tell me that you didn't kill him.

Although, I warn you,

if you lie, I'll know it.

I have errands to run, excuse me, Inspector.

There's my answer.

It was you.

Get in the car.

Why?

Because I said so.

Nelson!

-What happened? -They took Nelson!

Oh my God, who took Nelson?

Nelson!

What's going on? What happened to you?

I went to the foundation.

Today, I lost around 2,000 euros of materials.

And even worse, I also lost a woman.

Well, today I lost a great cook.

It's not quite as emotionally significant,

but it's worth more than 2,000 euros, that's for sure.

Look at this empty bar.

Tirso!

They've taken Nelson.

What do you mean? Who took Nelson?

Irene said she saw them push him into a car at gunpoint, and…

I called the police and nobody's answering. It keeps ringing.

So I was looking for Ezequiel, but he's nowhere to be found!

Please, I know I've asked you a million times,

but you're the only one who can help us.

-Please, bring him home. Please. -Yes.

I'll find him, I promise you.

Pepe, get the shotgun.

What'd the car look like?

It…

It was a black SUV, and Irene got the license plate.

Wait for me here. Just wait here.

Hey, hold on!

-Oh shit! -You didn't pay your fare!

You're a pain in the ass, cabby.

For the last time, I'm a goddamn police officer.

And I'm a green beret, but you still have to pay your fare!

I have to go into that hardware store

to warn a person their life is in danger. Do you get it?

You get it? I'm a fucking cop dumbass!

That badge isn't even real.

Take it. I'm going with you.

No, stay here.

Alert the neighborhood to look for that SUV.

Tirso.

I love you too, my love.

Thank you.

Fuck, it's the punk who stole my car.

Hey, come on, we gotta follow that kid.

It's a matter of life and death, let's move it.

You've seen too many movies. Hire a driver, I don't drive for free!

Then don't drive at all!

-I don't need you to take this taxi. -Nobody touches my cab!

I'll drive it myself, damn it!

Then follow that car! Now!

Step on it!

Let's go!

I got the kid who killed Sandro.

Why bring him here

instead of jail?

He has a friend who's a cop.

An asshole who made all the evidence against him go away.

But this is your guy.

Time for justice.

Take the keys to the handcuffs.

Let go of me! Ah!

Yeah?

The vehicle is a Jeep, just seen entering the Moro neighborhood.

Very good. On my way.

It's a blue beamer, license 3273, suspect is armed and dangerous.

Get here ASAP, guys.

-I'll leave your cell phone here. -You steal my taxi, then my phone.

Better not introduce you to my wife, right?

You gotta speed up, we can't lose him.

Just floor it, I'm a cop, you can go as fast as you want.

Shit, what matters is not losing him.

And they pull me over and I get a ticket, who pays for it, you?

Jesus, I should've just stolen a fucking bicycle.

Yeah, pal, you should have.

-Come here, come here! -Murderer!

You'll pay for what you've done!

You motherfucker.

We're going to kill you, asshole.

Yeah!

He deserves only the worst.

You're going to die today, you little shit.

Get up, you bastard!

-You'll beg for death. -Come on!

-Murderer! -Move it! Let's go!

You're fucking dead.

Yeah! You piece of shit.

We're gonna kill you!

Get up, come on, move your ass, let's go.

-Teach this motherfucker a lesson! -Come on!

Come on!

You're gonna die!

No mercy!

-You piece of shit! -Get up!

Fuck you!

-Fucking murder! -Son of a bitch!

-How dare you? -We're gonna fuck you up!

I'm not going into this neighborhood, it's a very dangerous neighborhood.

Holy fuck, I can't lose my suspect here!

I'm a police officer! He's dangerous!

And he has a weapon too! So move it!

Yes, I know, I'm very aware he has a weapon!

I was right here when you told your buddies,

so I'm not going in there. You can go on foot.

That's enough!

Pick him up.

Bring him here.

The hell's he doing here?

Got you, motherfucker!

Put the gun on the fucking ground!

If you don't put it on the ground,

I'll shoot your ass!

You're a murderer

and a coward.

Should've shot me back when you had a chance.

Right?

Yeah. I should've shot you.

-Get out of the taxi. -Go fuck yourself.

You won't pull that trigger 'cause you don't have the balls!

-Stop it! -Shit!

I got you, motherfucker, got you.

It's very easy, very easy to kill isn't it?

But we are not like you.

Go on, get out of here.

Get out of this neighborhood and don't ever come back!

Never show your face in Entrevías.

If anybody sees you on the street,

you'll be a corpse.

Is that clear to you?

Yes.

What?

Why are you letting him go?

Do you think we're murderers as well?

Barbarians, like him?

My people desire justice.

Not revenge.

The conscience makes the worst prison there is.

And you know that.

Everyone, go back home.

Let's go.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Where the hell are you going?

To get Nelson.

You're supposed to be dead.

But you're free.

But if you breathe a word about me to anybody…

I'll kill you myself.

Nelson!

Are you okay?

Let's get outta here.

Nelson, you okay, more or less?

He's still alive.

And that's all that matters.

Let's get out of here.

IN MEMORY OF MAURO MUNIZ

Wouldn't you rather have your very own bar?

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Get out of here and never come back.

If I can get those guys out of your store there,

how much would it be to rent the place?

They had enough weapons to start a war.

No, not gang members.

If those weapons hit the streets…

They saw the weapons, you need to get them out.

I have to leave the baby with Grandpa.

This walking thing's a pain in the ass?

Do you really like it, or do you not complain

because you haven't learned to talk yet?

I leave to give you all space,

and you immediately bring this one in behind my back?

The judge has been very clear.

You're either here or at the probation center.

Don't you touch me you fucking bitch! Get out of here.

And in return,

I won't stick this pen in your eye.

You murderer!

The divorce papers.

I don't get it, Papa.

Santi is going to kill himself!

He left a note here, it's some kind of a goodbye letter.

Hey!

I said I'd kill you and so here I am. a goodbye letter.