01x02 - Radios estropeadas

[bunniefuu]

Yes, hang on a second, alright?

Alright, go on, boy. There you go.

Tirso Abantos, oh, with that face of yours
I can assume you're here

to confess to a pair of murders.

If you make me wait ten more minutes,
maybe I will.

Perhaps you'll tell me.

What is it that is so urgent
that you have to discuss with me?

My granddaughter ran away from home.

It's not funny.
I've been looking for her all night long.

Now he's worried
about the Chinese girl, huh?

Most likely, there are dangerous people
who want to harm her.

Look, the police work just like this.

If we manage to assist you
on recovering your granddaughter,

necessarily, we have to start
with the dangerous people, okay?

Don't d*ck around!
Where is the heroin being kept, Tirso?

Down the drain in the kitchen.

Tirso, that's a downright dirty lie.

You don't believe me, I can see?
That sh*t only attracts more problems.

Of course, and to solve these problems

you tossed a whole kilogram of heroin
down the drain.

Is that right, Tirso?

How did you know it was a kilo?

Because I'm a the police,
playing little b*tch with a double

with total knowledge of
what's going down in Entrevias.

Total.

Then you'll know
where to track down my granddaughter.

No, Tirso, you've confused
my place in all of this.

I don't look for Chinese granddaughters.

I'm busy with damn criminals and predators

and you threw away the only kilo of heroin
that could possibly stop them.

The question is, whose drugs are they?
Give me a name and I'll fix it for you.

Understand, Tirso...

there's nothing for me to fix here.

If anything happens to her...
I know where to find your desk.

What is it, honey?

Hold on a minute, Mom.

What's up, Nata?

To where?

A coffee with milk
and a bacon sandwich.

A perfect breakfast.

My god, honey, what happened?

My grandpa isn't home now.
Do you have keys?

But Irene, what's going on? Are you okay?

Do you have the keys or not?

What's up, Pepe?

Great, thank God.

No, I'll be right there.

Irene?

Irene?

Irene.

Are you okay?

What have they done to you?

We've got to get you to a hospital.

- Where does it hurt?
- Leave me alone, I'm fine.

Who did this to you?

It was those animals from the drug flat,
wasn't it?

They'll pay for this.

I'll make them pay.

What are you doing?

Grandpa, what are you doing?

I'm going to see
how tough they are

against someone their own size.

Where's Irene? Is she home? Is she okay?

What, last night wasn't enough,
you want more?

Leave her be!

Just wait.

I only want to know if she's safe?
Tell me she's okay, please?

They beat the sh*t out of her.

She's good enough
to keep me from k*lling you right now,

yet she's bad enough
to make me want to smash your face in.

So you'd better just disappear!

Your cortado.

Can I get a refill
on my coffee, please?

What do you want?

I came to buy some dope. Open up.

An old man like you
doesn't buy drugs in a place like this.

What the f*ck you want?

I want to talk to your boss.

That works out, because I'm the boss here.

A junkie as mediocre as you
doesn't set up this kind of business.

Alright, get the f*ck out.
You're scaring away my clientele.

I think yesterday
my granddaughter was here.

Plenty of people come by here.
I can't possibly remember them all.

Her eyes are like this.
Kind of like she's about to fall asleep.

Some degenerates
beat the crap out of her last night.

You're saying you're not one of those?

I'm saying f*ck this sh*t. Get lost.

So very valiant, pummeling young girls.

You probably wouldn't mind a fight

with a decrepit old man like me,
would you?

I'm not moving from here. Send him out.

Right this minute. I'm not going anywhere.

Now what? Huh?

- You going to leave, or not?
- What do you think?

You mother f*ck.
You just said that I'm a junkie, remember?

Know what happens?

Sometimes junkies act kind of weird,
maybe attacking with a machete.

Have you ever k*lled someone? I have.

I'm no psychopath. I fought in Bosnia.

There you don't get 40 years in prison,

but perhaps for you
that doesn't come off as severe.

Alright, come cut my throat. Let's go.

Come and get me. Go on, go ahead.

Yeyo, calm down. He's just an old man.

I know who he is.
I'll get him out of here.

Put that down man.

Get him out of here.

Get him out and don't come back.

Let's move, Captain.

Let's go.

Get off. I didn't ask you to help me.

What do you thinking?

Good thing I saw you walking past the boy
with your Chuck Norris face.

But why the hell would you send Sanchis?

Because these people are dangerous.

So are we.

Well, we were
before you opened this shitty bar

and got your genitals cut off.

Look at him! Is he Chuck Norris or not?

He's a little bit Chuck Norris.

Who in the hell do they think they are?

The people who own the neighborhood,
that's who.

And you're the owner of the hardware store

that will go under
if you don't open it up.

Not today. I'm not in the mood.

We have noticed.

Pepe, last night they really hurt Irene.

What they did to the girl's been f*cked up
considering all they could have done.

She was truly fortunate.

Maybe I should mail them
a box of chocolates

to show them my gratitude.

What did Jimena say?

Tirso, for God's sake,
you have warn her mother.

How's Jimena going to help?

Maybe take her shopping?

Listen, Captain...

Pepe's talking reason.
Her mother needs to know what went down.

They'll make her go to Switzerland,
to that Swiss boarding school.

The girl might fit in better over there,
honestly.

This neighborhood's
no place for her.

Every time she opens her mouth,

she sounds like she bought
a mink coat and jewels.

This neighborhood is no place for anyone.

It's like trying to fight
a f*cking Spanish bull.

Hmm.

Hey, Mom, what's going on?

We got kicked out of the hostel.
Thankfully, Lola left me the car.

So take a seat. We're sleeping here.

Just like that? Why'd they kick us out?

Because when the police came by
and asked for you,

the hostel guy decided
he doesn't want any trouble.

How dare you?

I brought you from Colombia
to get us out of that hole.

And here we are again.
Why did you do that?

For money? For what?

To get a new smartphone, or some sneakers?
Please tell me.

Because I want out of this place, Mom,
that's why.

Irene and I, we had plans.
We wanted to leave here together.

And you weren't planning to tell me?

You were just going to up and leave me?

Since we came to this country,

the only reason for getting up
each and every morning,

was the idea that you were with me.

It's been f*cking brutal
how much I've endured

to make it all happen.

I didn't ask you to do that.

Excuse me?

I never wanted to come here, mom.

Maybe if I'd stayed in Colombia,
all of us would be better off.

What are you talking about, Nelson?

Irene wouldn't have any problems

and you would, at the very least,
have a roof over your head.

Yeah, you have to bear with me, okay?

You know how hard it is for me
to control my anger.

Do me a favor,

tell me what kind of trouble you got into.

Let me help you out.

Tell me, please.

Nelson, please just telling me. Nelson!

Grandpa, what did you do? What happened?

Relax, I didn't do anything.
Everything's fine.

Are you okay?

You locked me up in my room, all alone,

and I thought
you would get yourself k*lled.

Well, clearly, I am unharmed.

You sure you don't want to go
to a hospital?

It'd be good for them
to take a look at you.

Let's talk about it. Lunch is on me.

No thanks.

How about the Chinese joint
around the corner?

I've heard they serve the very best
fried cat in the city.

Don't try to be funny.

It doesn't suit you.

I just want to sleep.

Hey, what magic spell is this?

I thought it was the brilliance
of the Sun,

which was dazzling me,
but in truth, it turns out to be you.

You really need to find yourself
a new book of compliments, huh?

Because you've told me that one
maybe what, 40 times?

When I see you, my head spins.
My words fail me.

I let old habits take over.

Anyway, to what do I owe this honor
and privilege?

I want to know what happened with my son?

Hey, sweet thing, I don't want you
to worry about that anymore, okay?

- Relax.
- Ezequiel...

I heard he pushed an old woman
down a flight of stairs.

- Is that true?
- An old woman called the police.

There were some stairs, the woman declares
and makes clear that she got scared,

lost her footing and fell, just like that.

Your son did nothing.

Do you know why he broke into that place?
What's it all about?

- The Lord works in mysterious ways.
- Stop f*cking around.

You listen to me.

If my son was involved
in something bigger,

if he was actually in danger,
you would tell me, right?

Gladys, I am offended.
Nelson is very much a son to me.

Ezequiel, please stop.

You're practically a professional liar,
so tell me...

Is he in danger or not?

Let me just tell you something.

If I wanted to take you to bed,
I would lie to you again and again.

When it comes to your son, hell no.
I would never lie to you.

Okay? I promise.

That's better

Wasn't that the mother
of Nelson Gutierrez?

- Yes.
- It seems you two are quite close.

What? No.
She's a troublemaker like the Russians.

She runs around kissing everyone
you can imagine,

the baker, greengrocer, the fruit seller,
the cop, so yeah, she gets around.

Well, what's the deal with the kid?
Anything on the drugs?

You're not going to like either of them
to be genuinely honest, Inspector.

How the grandpa of the Chinese girl
flushed the heroin down the drain.

The Chinese girl's grandpa
is going to get f*cked over by Sandro

and without some heroin
we have no evidence,

we have no charges, we have no...

- Wait.
- We have absolutely no bullshit.

The old man flushed the drugs
down the drain.

- Yeah.
- How do you know?

Because he told me so himself
and looked me in the eye.

Are you kidding?

No, I have a sixth sense
to know when I am being told all the facts

and when I'm being lied to.

And your sixth sense seems to be enough
to close the investigation?

Yes, but my sixth sense tells me
that for you it's not.

No.

I need to talk to that grandfather.

Look at that.
My sixth sense seems to be right again.

- Boo!
- Hey...

What you doing here?

How can you ask me that?
I showed this place to you.

We used to come here to see the stars...
and other things.

That was a long time ago, Nada.

Yeah.

How's Irene?

She got real beat up.

This entire mess was all my fault.
I made all this trouble and now...

It sounds like when you met her
at that party,

they gave you a love potion or something.

- You're totally crushing.
- Party? I didn't meet her at any party.

- Loko didn't tell you?
- What?

One day,
I'm out in the neighborhood with Loko,

and we see this big car sitting there
with tinted windows.

Check out that car.

It's strange to see a car
like that in the neighborhood.

- A little joy ride?
- You don't have the ba*ls.

We just want it to take it.
Okay, I'll be right back.

Go for a ride,
then obviously brag about it for a minute,

then dump it somewhere afterwards.

Loko kept watch for me.
I got in, started the engine.

Here we go.

What are you doing?

Are you serious?

I was very scared.

I was thinking about all the trouble
I'd gotten myself into at that point.

- Forgive me.
- I told her not to be afraid.

that I just wanted to go for a ride
and instead of being scared

she just smiled and told me...

Hold up, wait a minute.

What's the matter?
Is this car too much for you?

Holy sh*t, that's unbelievable.

So, should I show you were the gas is?

We just hung around the neighborhood.

It turns up the car was her mom's.

I think
she was having a better time than I was.

We barely talked the whole way.
We didn't need to.

It was like Irene and I
had known each other our whole lives.

It was as if I found something
I didn't even know I was looking for.

I love this song.

You like the beach?

Yes, I do.

I know a pretty little beach
that's in the middle of nowhere.

We can go there right now.

Yeah? Want to go?

Let's go.

Then we arrived at the beach.

- Wow!
- It wasn't dark yet.

Nice, right?

And you watch the sunset together?

We didn't even know
when the sun went down.

Jesus, spare the details
of the happy couple.

Come on, let's go.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

I came home with sand my shoes,

and with Irene stuck in my head forever.

Oh, how beautiful.

That's why we want to go back
to the beach.

Make our lives, set up a soda stand,
and stay in that place forever.

Make our lives,
set up a soda stand.

Meanwhile, your buddy Loko,

the most romantic thing he ever did for me
was bring me croissants from the store.

Irene is a very lucky girl.

Oh, really? You call that lucky?

Look what happened to her because of me.

It doesn't matter.

She's still lucky.

Very.

- Say hi to your dad for me.
- I will.

Back again?

What's the matter?
No old ladies to help across the street?

Good day to you as well.

Maybe if I use the word, please.

Where are the drugs
your granddaughter took?

By now, I figure they're...

floating in the Manzanares.

Jokes? Here's the deal, Tirso.

We've come back here

because the chief inspector
has a hard time

believing you're stupid enough
to toss an entire kilogram of heroin

down the drain.

Will you force me
to go get a search warrant?

These are the keys
to the hardware store,

and to my house,

and to my car.

Look for whatever you want.
Leave me in peace.

Come on.
Let me talk to your granddaughter.

No, that's not going to happen.

You flush the only evidence we had
against those drug traffickers

down the sink.

I think you owe me one.

My granddaughter's at home crying,

because those th*gs used her face
as a punching bag.

I won't let you pile more problems
on her problems.

Good news, Tirso,
they didn't m*rder her, huh?

She was out partying
and no offence, but...

What I mean by partying
is that they very gently touched her face.

- Nothing more.
- Are those guys who work for Sandro?

- From the drug flat?
- Sandro.

Was that difficult?

The only thing I've been asking for
is the name.

- Give us some space.
- Of course, Inspector.

Tell us who they are
and we'll go get them.

Oh, will you?

Look, if you're not going to buy anything,
don't waste my time, please.

In this neighborhood,

the police are seen
as a bunch of corrupt useless idiots.

You don't say,
but why would they say a thing like that?

Because it's the truth.

Ahh...

But I'm planning to change all that.
I want to change this place.

- Best wishes.
- No.

I need much more than good wishes.

I need people like you to help me.

Take care now.

Jimena!

- Hello, Papa.
- What are you doing here?

Javier, Alicia's son,

has asked me to put the apartment
up for sale.

You've gone back to work?

- Um hmm.
- Hmm.

I've always thought
you had a legion of sl*ves

to do these kinds of things.

It's more of a personal favor.
Also, I get to visit my little girl.

Can I come in or shall I jump over you?

No, please come in. Please.

Andrei, what's up, brother?

I need you to do me a favor.

So, where is Irene?

In her bedroom.

But, you'd better have a seat.

I've got to tell you something.

And what is that?

Well...

Honey, what happened to you? What is this?

What happened to my daughter?

I fell... out of the window.

I climbed out and fell escaping from here.

What are you talking about, escaping?

Where would you escape to?

Anywhere but that boarding school
in Switzerland?

I didn't say anything.

I overheard you and grandpa.

And I heard you say
that adopting me was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

I knew you never loved me.

But you really hate me so much
you would send me to a place like that?

Seriously?

Honey, I'm so very sorry.

Sometimes you say stupid things
when you're frustrated.

You know I love you, and Papa does too.

Yeah, I guess that's why
you want to send me 3,000 miles from here.

Right now, it doesn't make sense.

We only want what's best.

Why don't you ever ask me what I want?

Or don't you give a sh*t?

Alright then Irene,
tell me what it is that you want.

I want to stay right here.

Here with him?

And if you force me to go with you
or make me do anything at all,

I swear to God,
I will find the highest window

in this whole neighborhood and jump out.

It's okay, It's alright, sweetie.

I'm really glad
you're getting along with grandpa.

- But are you sure you're okay?
- Yes.

Did you go see a doctor?

Yes, sure.

Please excuse me, I have to be going.

Oh, sweetie, honey.

Keep in touch, yeah?

- Let me walk you.
- No.

Not necessary.

Throw yourself from the highest window?

Right...

You wouldn't jump down four steps at once.

You manipulated your mother.

So, I saved you the trouble.

If you think staying here with me
is going to be easier

than that boarding school in Switzerland,

you're much stupider than you appear,
Sweetheart.

I'm not stupid, and you're a real prick.

But you're the only prick in this family
who doesn't only care about himself,

or I'd be in Switzerland for sure.

What's up, Pepe?

I'll take dinner to go.

Okay, Tirso, what do you want?

- A baguette with loin of peppers.
- Sure.

And a bacon cheeseburger with the works.
And don't forget the fries.

So, the girl is still staying with you?

If you don't have hamburgers,
maybe I'll go to another bar and order,

but I didn't come here to get a lecture.

First of all, I do have hamburgers.

Somewhere around here.

What I don't have is bacon,
but I have some panceta that you'll like.

- Perfect, sounds good.
- Sure.

And second of all...

Are you sure you want to have
a teenage girl around?

Well, I've done it before.

And not just one teenager, but two.

And things didn't go so well?
Don't act like you're Mary Poppins.

My granddaughter needs me, period.

Does it matter the hamburger's made
with a baguette?

- Just make it another loin of pepper.
- Okay.

The loin is so tender,
it'll will make your eyes water.

- Mom, I have a surprise for you.
- What is it?

- Come with me.
- A surprise?

- Okay.
- Follow me this way.

Here we go. Come on in.

But how do you had the keys to this place?

Go on, take a look. Come on, let's see.

Well? Not bad.

What's going on?

We live here now, Mom.

Look, there's a living room,
kitchen, dining room.

Three bedrooms, bathroom.

Nelson, are you crazy?

We don't have enough cash for a latte.
How do we pay for this mansion?

We don't pay for it, Mom.
Well, okay yes, we'll pay for it.

We'll owe a bit to my buddy, Andrei,
who changed the locks,

but don't sweat it, he's doesn't collect,
we're golden.

- Everything's okay.
- Come again?

Are you saying we stay here as squatters?
Is that it?

Over my rotting body. Come on.

Wait, Mom, listen to me.

The place is vacant.
The owner's not coming back.

And I don't think many people
want to buy a house in this neighborhood.

Don't sweat it. We're hurting no one.

You're hurting me.
I have no idea what you're thinking.

I have my pride. Got that?
I'd prefer to be on the street.

- I will not lower myself.
- Mom, I'm trying. Mom!

Mom, come on.

You listen, I'm getting out here.
I'm not staying here.

- Everything I've worked with...
- No...

Hey!

This is my neighbor's property.

- And you?
- I live here

What are you doing lurking out here?
Spying on us?

I'm spying on you. I was concerned.

This was all you're doing, wasn't it?

It wasn't enough for you
to push my neighbor down the stairs.

Now you want her home too?

- Excuse me?
- You're just a parasite.

Hey, careful how you speak to my boy here.

- Or do you want me to slap you again?
- That's not going to happen.

I'm not putting up with parasites
next to my house.

I mean, you and you.

I want you out of here tomorrow.

Or I promise you...

I won't hesitate to force you out.

On second thought, Nelson,

go down to the car
and grab all our things.

We are staying put.

You had it all planned out,
didn't you?

I want to stay with Grandpa, Mama.
I'll jump from the window, Mama.

You had both of us fooled...

Didn't you?

Grandpa, first of all,
bad imitation of me.

And second,
I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't play dumb with me.

You only stayed here with me
to be closer to your loser boyfriend,

didn't you?

Well, I don't care if he lives next door.

It doesn't matter if he stays a squatter
for the rest of his days.

You're not going to see him.

Wait a minute, how?
Nelson is here, next door? At Alicia's?

Don't take me for an idiot.
You know he is.

Tomorrow, your new life begins.

And I assure you
it doesn't include Pancho Villa.

Your dinner.

Baguette with loin and peppers.

Elena, poor me rum and coke.

No ice or lemon or anything else.

- Sandro!
- Let him pass, dammit.

Cops don't like
to have their ba*ls touched.

The paradoxes of life.

How's it going?
Brought me my horse, or what?

Your horse was tossed down a drain pipe,
sadly.

Cut the bullshit.

I got a migraine, dickhead.
I'm not in the mood for jokes.

No jokes. I'll leave them
to the comedians. This is not a joke.

Then you saying...

You're telling me that f*cking Nelson
lost my merchandise?

No, technically this soap opera
had nothing to do with...

No, technically you're right,
because the fault is yours.

I'm starting to get a headache
from this f*cking kilo of yours.

On top of it,
I'm beginning to see some swelling,

some inflammation around my ba*ls.

Well, take an anti-inflammatory
for those dainty little ba*ls of yours!

Because if your b*tch-assed boss
hadn't stuck her nose in all of this,

that kilogram would not be lost.

A kid messed it up with one packet.

That's one kilo. It happens man.
It comes with the damn job.

- You just bought 60 packets.
- And what of it?

By the way, shut your mouth.
Do you want everyone to hear?

You really have no clue about any of this.
That's why you're a f*cking snitch.

The problem is the message
we're sending out there.

Let me put it this way.

If I left that f*gg*t, Nelson,
lose a kilo of my horse with no penalty,

I will end up a f*cking warehouse boy
at Mercamadrid.

I would sooner sh**t myself
in the f*cking throat

but instead of me sh**ting myself
you sh**t him.

In other words, find and k*ll the b*tch.

- Make a mess over one package?
- Stop talking about the f*cking packet.

You make him pay for the disrespect
because we can't let them disrespect us,

because if that f*gg*t can disrespect us,

everyone on the street
will be disrespecting us.

That's bad business.

You seem very calm.

What's wrong?
Your ba*ls still inflamed, or what?

You know what they're saying?

They saying you're getting soft,
but you're just a barking dog.

Been a long time
since you've actually bitten.

So, I want you to make a point
of k*lling that f*gg*t,

so that all of Entrevías
knows that around here

my ba*ls rule these streets.

Elena, bring me that rum,
make it a double.

No, please...

Stay back. No.

Please, no.

Shh!

Don't be scared. It's me

I climbed up the rain gutter.

What did they do to you?

m*therf*ckers!

Forgive me, please, Irene,
it's all my fault.

Forgive me.

Don't be silly.

You're the best thing
that has ever happened to me.

Are you sure about that?

We have got to get out of here.

The two of us...

Together... and never come back.

I wish we could do that.

I've been thinking...

My grandpa stashes the money in the safe.

I've seen it. I know how to get it.

Hey, stop, I'm begging you.
No more troublemaking.

But it's a lot of money.

We can take it
and then we can just disappear.

No, look at what's happened.
They could have m*rder*d you.

I'd rather be m*rder*d than alone.

Listen to me very closely.

You and I will find a way out of here,
I promise.

I'll find a way

But no more crazy plans, please, for us.

I'm going to protect you from them.

I'm with you now, okay?

It's just...

This is a total nightmare, Nelson.

I want to scream all the time.

I need you.

Here.

Keep it.

I have another, and here's my number.

I promise you can call me whenever.

Listen to me...

I'm here right now, okay?

I'm just over there, yeah?

I can practically hear you breathing.

I love you.

I love you more.

Good night.

- Good morning, Pepe.
- Good morning.

How are you feeling, Princess?

Hey, bring out some breakfast
for my granddaughter.

- Yes, sir.
- I'm not hungry?

There's nothing more important
than breakfast.

You have to eat, period

Why is there some Chinese as*h*le
sitting at my table?

Are you kidding?
For real, you have a serious problem.

It's not personal. He's eating breakfast.

Huh!

Just serving breakfast
to anyone these days!

Listen to me.
His money is as good as yours.

No, he made that dirty money
from being a cheapskate.

From pawning bullshit for $2.
Bullshit that came from Chinese children.

Made by little Chinese hands,
like b-b-b...

Tirso, it's one thing
the bazaar takes some business from you.

It's another thing
to start spreading falsehoods.

So now you're on the side of Confucius,
because he pays for breakfast?

All I'm saying is in business
there's no sense to compete.

You are sent are Santi's father, right?

He talks about you quite a bit.

He does?

- Zàijiàn, Pepe.
- Zàijiàn, Mr. Fu. Until tomorrow.

Just let it go.

He goes on about the bazaar,
Chinese to get to the mood.

- Even worse mood than normal?
- Even worse.

How does that Chinese guy
know who Santi is?

From the neighborhood, from the school,
all the kids, I don't know, Tirso.

I don't know.

Drink all of that.

Tirso. Where you going?

Tirso!

What the hell!

What a piece of sh*t.

What the f*ck are these.

This cover comes in two sizes.

It depends on if you want to cover
a two- or three-seater sofa.

I'd take the large one
because it always fits.

Wonderful. I'll hold it for you.
The crowbar is $10.50.

Okay, great. Thanks.

- You don't need the receipt?
- No, I'm good, thanks.

Okay, Pako.

- Until tomorrow.
- Yeah, see you then.

Papa!

Why are you here?

I'd like this gift wrapped.

The blue one will do, with the unicorn.
It's precious.

Kind of impressive,
the huge stock you have around here.

Not bad.

I'm sure it's a nice place to be.

It's all right.

Mr. Fu's fine to work for.

I thought you were planning
on being a big successful businessman

or something like that.

Isn't that why you left
the hardware store?

- Anything else?
- To speak with you.

I've got nothing to say to you.
You insulted my wife.

I'm not asking you to hug it out with me.

Nor am I trying to earn
one of those Father of the Year mugs.

I just want you to explain to me

what the f*ck you're doing
working at this place.

- My kids have got to eat.
- And so do I.

This sh*thole has been k*lling my business
and you know it.

They needed someone who knew hardware.
The hours are great.

This job was made for me.

I'll tell you what was made for you...

Abantos Hardware Store,
it even has your name on it.

Yeah. Too bad it has your name too.

That will be $4.95, please.

A bargain.

From now on,
I'll buy all my thongs right here.

My change, please.

Something wrong?

Or are you just in the habit
of staring at my a*s while I clean?

A little bit of the first one, maybe,
and a little bit of the second one.

What's going on?

Bad news here, Gladys.

The life of your child
just got very complicated.

What do you mean complicated?
What happened?

Well, some people are trying to find him.

And if they find him,

and they will find him,
they will break him.

You have to help us, Ezequiel.

Ezequiel, please for me, please.
You have got to protect him.

Help him.
I'll do anything you tell me to do.

Gladys, I'm not about to mince words.

- The police aren't able to defeat.
- Why not?

There's only one thing for you to do.
Hop to it.

Say goodbye to Entrevias.

- No.
- Talk to him.

- Buy a train ticket.
- No, we don't have any money.

We are living in a stranger's place
right now.

No, I don't have any money.

I don't know.

Well, if you can't do it, I can buy it.

No, I don't want your money.

Who wants him dead?

Who wants him dead?

They are true K*llers, Gladys,
and they know how to m*rder.

They're vicious K*llers.

What, Mom? What happened?

Why are you bringing me here?

Now that they gave you a new face
we'll have to change your ID card.

- What do you think we're doing here?
- No!

No!

No way I'm reporting them.

Do you have any idea
what they're capable of?

Looking at you gives me some idea.

Let's go.

These punks have to be punished
for their actions.

There's got to be payback.
That's rule number one.

I thought rule number one
was never be late for work, right?

I have various rules competing
for spot number one,

but the point is
you have to talk to the police.

I don't want to go. I can't do it.

I know it hurts to remember.

Nobody likes to talk
about how they were traumatized.

But you have to do this.

Or those th*gs simply walk away
scot-free, Irene.

There's the inspector.

Sit down here and wait for me.

Irene, listen to me.

Nelson, are you alright?

Sandro is looking for me.
I got to leave. I got to disappear.

I can't do this alone.
Please don't leave me now.

Nelson, please.

Give me time,
I'll take that money from my grandfather

- ...and we'll leave here together.
- No, that's not a good idea.

Just give me time.
I really got to go. I love you.

Love you.

Where have you been?

The inspector's waiting for you. Let's go.

Okay?

So, Irene...

Your grandpa says some of Sandro's men
really beat you up.

Can you tell me what happened?

I'm not sure why my grandfather
told you that.

I fell down the stairs.

Irene, nothing will happen to you
for telling the truth.

I will protect you.

From who? Nobody beat me up.

Irene, enough! Now tell her what happened.

I have nothing to tell.

You said you had wanted to stay with me.

That implies
that you stick to my set of rules.

If you do not this very instant
tell the inspector

what happened that night,
you'll be back with your mother.

Leave me alone, grandpa.

The girl's scared,
and who can blame her, really?

I'm sure there were witnesses nearby.
Can't you just look for them?

Yeah, but if she won't talk to us,
then the police have nothing.

That's it, then?

You're not planning
on pursuing that degenerate?

Interrogating him?
Be vigilant, watch him like you did us?

For a police report
we have to have some sort of complaint.

You to have a beating,
and distributing drugs,

and destroying lives all to hell.

Do you need more reasons to move your a*s
to get this drug trafficker?

I'm doing my best,

taking into account
the neighborhood I'm in.

This place used to be a lot better
in the past,

but you let it fall to pieces.

You let it fill up with scumbags
who beat our children, who sell drugs,

who squat in our apartments
and destroy our businesses.

Yeah, it's a real problem isn't it,
letting in the outsiders?

Don't confuse things.
There are b*stards of every color.

Somehow, they all live in Entrevias.

And many... even wear a badge.

Good day.

Yeah?

Ezequiel, I've got to step out.
I could use some coverage here.

Where are you?

I'm at the dentist, Amanda,
in half an hour I'll be done, okay?

Not again. Fine then, goodbye.

They already told you, right?
Don't search the cops.

- I understand you're a bouncer by night.
- Take his g*n and bring it to me.

Take his g*n, bring it to me?
What's up with that?

Sandro?

Are we a little nervous
I'm going to put a b*llet in your head

for Spain, for self-defense
in the light of duty or something?

Not at all.

You, I think,

haven't the smallest f*cking idea
what this is.

You play with this thing like a dildo.

- Oh, it's empty.
- Sure.

Give me a surprise right now.

Tell me you've blasted that f*gg*t,
Nelson.

Sandro, the sequence of events
according to my Intel is as follows.

Soap opera Nelson
loses a package, correct?

Soap opera Nelson knows you will f*ck him.

And that soap opera
has left Entrevias forever.

I'm tired of
that piece of sh*t soap opera.

You're losing your faculties, Ezequiel.

- You're misinformed.
- Yes?

One of the Romanian guys
who opens up the apartments with a kick

gives me a buzz.

And he says, "My man,
the master f*gg*t, Nelson, has been found.

He asked me for a favor.
He asked me to bust a lock for him."

What do you think of that, snitch?

Nothing happens in Entrevias

that Big Daddy Sandro,
doesn't see, Chicky.

Magic.

Now it's loaded.

So, you can carry this g*n, snitch.

Go to this f*cking address.

Grab that f*gg*t by the hair,
drag him, and then sh**t him, Ezequiel.

sh**t him in the face.

You hear me?

Sandro, you make children
do grown up things.

What do you expect?
It's a child. It's a little creature.

Please just calm down a little bit, okay?

You're an advocate for the child now,
or what?

That's your problem, huh?

You don't want to do it, right?
You're a little scared.

Don't sweat it. All good.

I'll send someone else...
A badass trigger man.

But think about this, my friend...

What's the use of a b*tch
that can't bite worth sh*t?

Aim well damn it,
and get the f*ck out of here.

To the soap opera and all that sh*t.

Son of a b*tch!

Come on.

Irene!

Pack your things.

We're going to your parents.

But you said that...
I thought we had a deal.

Yes, we did.

You would live in my apartment
if you obey my rules.

But you didn't.

You going to send me to my parents

just because I didn't tell the police
what you wanted?

I'm sending you to your parents
because you're not well.

You're afraid to talk
about what's happened.

No, please don't do this.

This neighborhood's not for you, Irene.

Hurry up now.
I want to get you there before dinnertime.

Irene, you got the money?

I didn't have time.

My grandpa's sending me to my parents.

Come on!

They'll send me to a boarding school
and we'll never see each other again.

What are you saying?

I'm coming for you.
We're leaving right now.

- My grandfather's home.
- I don't give a sh*t.

Nelson... it's over

No, Irene, it's not over.
I swear I'll find you anywhere.

I'll go to the boarding school
and we'll run away.

I have to hang up.
I love you.

I love you more.

Ready?

I'll bring this downstairs.

You have five minutes.

- Irene?
- Nelson, my grandpa's out.

We have five minutes.

I'll grab the money
and we'll leave this place.

Get your things
and meet me with the scooter.

Wait for me on the bridge
under the tracks.

Okay, I'm coming.

sh*t!

Hello, Nelson.

You're coming to the station with me now.

Not now, I'm busy.

Hello, Nelson.

You're coming right this moment
to the station with me now.

Okay?

Easy, okay.

That's my car, get off.

What are you two doing here?

I've been calling your cellphone.

Ivan just got back
and he wants to see his daughter.

But isn't that suitcase Irene's?

Let me be clear about this.

I haven't had any problems with Irene.

Of course, you haven't any problems.

But it's been two days with her
and you already want to get rid of her

Irene needs the support of her parents.

And that's you,

even if you haven't quite managed
to figure that part out yet.

Cut it out, Papa.

Your son, Santi, won't speak to you,
and you're giving us lessons on parenting?

I don't force you guys to hate me.

You are such a hypocrite.

Jimena, please, this is not the time.

- We came here to talk about our daughter.
- Let me speak.

It's never your fault.
Nothing. Isn't that right?

Not for Santi hating you,

not for me silently running away
from home at 18,

not for what mom did.

Your mother abandoned you.
She put her life ahead of both of yours.

Not me though. I stayed with you.

Mom didn't leave, remember?
You kicked her out.

Kind of like you kicked us all
out of your life.

- I never asked anyone to go anywhere.
- No.

But you made our lives inhospitable
until at last you were there all alone.

Mom, Santi and I,
we're like the radios you repair.

But you couldn't fix us.
We're like a failure to you.

That's why you prefer us not to be around.

It's empty.
Fill it with clothes and bring it back.

She's staying with me.

I failed with you,

but I swear this time
it's going to be different.

Irene?

Irene, we need to talk.

Where we going?

Why are we here?
The police station's the other way.

I want you to see something down here.
You're going to like it.

You'll like it.

- What is this?
- Nothing. Go on!

- What's going on?
- You're going to get on your knees.

Come on. On your knees.

And put your phone on the ground.

Nice and slow.

f*ck!

You can't hurt me.
You're the police, right?

Don't look at me, Nelson.

Do you know why
I joined the police, Nelson?

Because we can do
whatever the f*ck we want.

No consequences.

Now, I want you to close
those little eyes of yours

and begin to think about
exactly what you're doing here,

and what's going to happen to you.

Nelson?

Of course, you're thinking about it,
aren't you?

Nelson, are you there?

Nelson!

- My son is missing. Irene!
- What the hell are you doing?

- Please let me talk to her!
- I'm telling you she doesn't know a thing.

Do I have to barge in?

- They say Nelson's dead.
- Are you serious?

Doesn't that upset you?

I hate you! How could you?!

You're a f*cking b*stard.

I see you're angry with me.

Is this all you wanted from me?
Is that all?!

Irene doesn't need psychology.
She needs limits.

Yeah, she's difficult, but she's
much more fragile than she seems.

You are suspended.
I'm reporting you to Internal Affairs.

sh**t him. sh**t this f*gg*t.

It's a joke, man.
Believe me, a f*cking joke.

Do you really want me
to go back to work with my father?

Say hello to Grandpa.

You kick that ball
and I'll make you eat it!

Why don't you take the van,
go to the house and bring your stuff?

Yes.