04x03 - Ganar todas las guerras

[bunniefuu]

Hey. Hello.

Good morning.

You're relatives of
Mr. Tirso Abantos, right?

Yes.

How is my father?
Any change in his condition?

You'd better sit down.

But…

But what… what's wrong
with my father? Is it worse?

Don't worry, his condition is stable.

But he's been here two days

and he still hasn't
regained consciousness.

He's not exactly in a coma,

but we're unable to bring him back.

We'll keep running tests
to find out what is wrong with him,

and the extent of the damage to the brain.

He's gonna be okay, isn't he?

Tell me he'll be okay.

I'm begging you.

I'm sorry, but I don't know yet.

Doctor!

Doctor, we need you! It's Tirso Abantos.

What's wrong?

He's gone.

Oh my God, Papa is dead!

No, no, no! He woke up
and went back to his house.

What do you mean, his house?

We were just finishing the scanner
and he started pushing us, insulting us,

telling us that he was going home.

And he's gone.

And you let him go?

He was so mad
he nearly punched an orderly.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Santi?

Why are you still here?

You're awake!

This makes me so happy, Tirso!

I'd rather you weren't so goddam happy.

I'm sorry,
but you had us all terribly worried.

They discharged you
so soon in your condition?

More or less.

"More or less." Hold on.

Where are Gladys and your kids?

No. Tell me you didn't.

-There they are.
-Papa!

Tirso.

Papa, what were you thinking
leaving the hospital?

You son of a b*tch.

Papa.

You could have at
least waited for the test results.

My love. Come on,
let's drive back to the hospital now.

-Why don't we go?
-Not gonna happen.

Hospitals are like
goddam fly traps for humans.

Once you get in you can't ever get out.

Papa, it's possible
you have a brain injury,

you could've collapsed here in this room

If I'm gonna die suddenly,
I want it to be in my house.

What happened to those sons of b*tches?

The ones who ran me down.
Did they find them?

Yes, they found them,
but they've been released.

Papa, you're the one
who fired a g*n at their garage.

Those assholes ran me down.

You saw it.

Yes, Papa, but they say
you were standing in front of the car

when they were trying to get away.

Amanda says you're lucky
they didn't decide to sue you.

What?

What about the store?

What happened to the hardware store?

Don't think about that right now.

What happened?

It's theirs now, Tirso.

That's bullshit.

They stole it from Santi.

Actually, they won it.

In a stupid game of poker.

That has no clout.

Santi signed a document.

The store is no longer ours, it's theirs.

There's nothing we can do about it.

I'm sorry.

My love.

You need to rest.

There'll be time
to take care of the store.

I need to rest?

No.

I won't let a bunch of thieves
take away my g*dd*mn hardware store!

Over my rotten dead body!

-Papa!
-Tirso. What's wrong?

Are you okay?

Leave me alone!

I don't need
any of you people to take care of me.

I wanna be alone.

I'm leaving. I… have things to do.

I'll come with you.

I've got to open the bar 'cause…

it's time.

Papa, you're not well.

What are you still doing here?

Go away.

What's this?

You won't be laughing for very long.

Now put your hands on your head.

Wha… What are you doing? Huh?

Put your hands on your
m*therf*cking head so I can see them.

I don't want you
to beat the sh*t out of me.

I said put your damn hands

on your head.

Do you know what a mess
you made with that stabbing?

Ezequiel, the guy who stabbed Quini is…

he's Pantera's brother, he wanted revenge,

I had nothing to do with it.

Put these on.

On your own, behind your back.

Put them on or I'll put
a b*llet right in your kneecap.

Okay!

Come on.

Let's go.

Get in the car.

In the car.

What are we doing here, Ezequiel?

Get out.

Come with me.

-C'mon
-What the f*ck is this about?

What's it about? What's it about?

I've had it with your sh*t.

I tried to deal
with the problem the nice way,

so now I'm going to try
a different approach.

And I assure you,
I'm gonna put an end to this f*cking sh*t.

Walk!

Listen to me.

I'm not listening anymore.
I'm gonna put an end to all this bullshit.

Stop squirming, get your a*s in there.

Get in!

You can't be
f*cking serious, Ezeqs.

You take me
out of the hospital and tie me up

just to bring me f*cking b*tch.

Sit down! Sit your a*s down!

Shut the f*ck up!

Sit down!

f*ck my life.

I'm gonna explain it for the last time.

There's a m*therf*cking
professional k*ller

who wants the two of you
to m*rder each other.

Let's see if you get it, once and for all!

You didn't k*ll Sebas
and you didn't k*ll Pantera.

So let's put an end

to this f*cking preemptive w*r
you two are having right here.

You've got two options.

One, you trust me

and walk out that f*cking door
with a peace agreement.

Or two, we exit with a f*cking winner

and a mother f*cking loser!

There's only
one b*llet in this g*n.

As soon as I'm out of here
and close the door,

whatever happens is up to you.

Either you make peace

or the first one
who reaches the f*cking p*stol,

kills the other one.

And to be perfectly honest,
I don't give a flying f*ck!

Now you know that either way…

either way, this w*r ends here and now.

You two get to decide how.

Understood?

I'm sick and tired of your sh*t.

Hello, Amanda.

Gladys. Sit down, please, if you would.

Tell me you have good news
about Nelson to report.

You've had him for two days.
Shouldn't he be out by now?

Gladys, Nelson is in prison.

Did you say "prison"?

But he hasn't even been tried yet.

He'll be in prison until he gets tried.

The judge ruled that he's a flight risk.

I'll be straight with you, Gladys.

Assaulting a police officer
is a serious crime.

And Nelson's got a record.

I'm afraid he's going to have to do time.

No, no, no, no. Amanda, listen.
You can't do that to him now, you…

You know that he's changed,
thanks to his work with the foundation.

I know.

And he's doing
a lot of good for the community.

Amanda, I implore you…

Can you help? I implore you.

I can't help him, I'm sorry.

I really am.

I'll let you know if
there's anything new, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Gladys. Are you all right?

What are you doing here?

I work here.

-In a police station?
-Yes.

-You?
-Mm-hmm.

I just heard about Nelson.

-Gladys, we've got to do something.
-Excuse me?

All of a sudden, you care about your son?

Because a month ago you didn't even care
if he was alive or if he was dead.

You have every right to hate me.

I did everything wrong.

But thanks to God,

I realized what is important in my life.

And our son is absolutely
the most important thing.

I'll do anything for Nelson.

You just said it.

I have every right to hate you, René.

So that's what I'll do.

Gladys…

I've heard about an attorney.

He specializes in cases like this one.

He can probably get Nelson out
until he has to stand trial.

He's expensive but I'd handle it.

For 20 years,
I've been fighting for my son.

I never quit.

-I know, Gladys.
-No! You have no f*cking clue!

You have no idea how hard I had to fight.

What I had to do
to raise him, the sacrifices.

And now you want to be a hero?

The savior?

Why? Because you have money?

Because you know a guy?

I don't want
a g*dd*mn thing you have to offer.

sh*t!

sh*t.

Surprise.

You were right.

There's a k*ller out there
trying to play us.

Congratulations.

Yes, turns out there's always some
b*tch out there trying to play us, right?

Well, you now have your peace,

I know she tried to k*ll me,
but if I were her I'd have done the same.

Can we go now

or did you arrange another
theatrical performance for us?

sh**ting the g*n to scare me
was your idea, wasn't it?

Mm.

Just give me the p*stol back, okay?

Give me the p*stol back, Dulce.

Did you sh*t your pants, Ezeqs?

Yeah, it was my idea.

Because I really wanted
to see your dumbass face

when I opened up that door.

Papa, I'm taking the baby to Gladys,
I have things to do.

-Oh. Hi, Ji… Ji… Jimena.
-Hi, Sanchís.

I ca… came to see your father.

Sure, come on in.

-I'm just leaving.
-Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Hello, Captain.

I heard

what happened.

How… How are you doing?

Sanchís, you know that feeling sometimes

like you've been run over by a car?

Well, I've actually been run over.

That's gotta…

that's gotta hurt.

And yet that's not the worst of it.

They stole my hardware store, Sanchís.

I… I heard about it.

I was just passing by and they were…

taking down the sign.

What sign?

The one that…

that… that said, "Hardware Store."

They say it will be a…

like a car… car parts st… store.

Well, they didn't waste any time.

That hardware store,

that was my reason
for getting up every single day.

From behind that counter
I've seen life go by.

I'd watch my children play there
when they were young.

And I put Irene to work there…

the day she came to live in this house.

No, no, no.

Don't get all worked up again.

Because…

No.

Wh… Where are you going?

To go make coffee.

I… I… I'll make it for you, man.

You're, uh…

An invalid? Too old? A dumbass?

You… You're… You're injured.
I was gonna say injured.

But I'll shut up now.
You… You make the coffee!

Then go sit back down.

Yep.

-Uh… Hey, Sanchís.
-Yeah?

You know what?

Eh, you were right.

You be in charge of the coffee
and I'm gonna lie down.

That… That… That's what I was saying.

What are you doing, baby blue?
What are you doing?

Where the hell have you been?

Hey!

I had things to do, boss.

You were busy saving the world?

Well, not the world,
but I did save the neighborhood.

I ended the w*r between Quini and Dulce.

What do you mean?

Those two are now as dangerous
as two kittens posing for a calendar.

When they give the Nobel Peace Prize
to Entrevías, -you'll be thanking me, huh?

-And how did you do it?
-Ooh…

Actually,
I don't think I wanna know.

No, you don't wanna know.

Anything new on Sunday Boy?

I just can't believe it.
I can't believe it.

It's like, am I the only one?
The only cop who works in this station?

I ask because
I'm not going to live forever.

You forget that
it was you who let him escape.

The day you accompanied him home
and he never made it.

Now, look, inspector.
That man stunk up the whole station.

We couldn't possibly keep him.

So I accompanied him
to his sister's doorstep, okay?

-Yeah.
-What more do you want?

That I put the guy in bed
and kiss him goodnight?

He's the only witness we've got, Ezequiel.

If you have to kiss him goodnight,
you do that.

He's Sunday Boy, he wasn't the smartest
kid in class. He'll be easy to find.

-Amanda!
-What do you want?

Yes?

They found another burned victim.

You gotta be kidding.

Go check it out.

Let's see if, for once,
we're lucky and he left behind a clue.

This b*stard is playing us.

And find Sunday Boy.

He's the only ace in the hole we have.

I'm getting really
sick and tired of barbecue,

Tell me about it, I'm vegan.

Watch the door. That's it.

QUINI SPARE PARTS

Yo, dude, pass me the hammer.

-Quiet, you son of a b*tch.
-Hey, what're you doing?

Back off, Lady Elaine,
or I'll slit his f*cking throat.

You're carrying a weapon, aren't you?

Huh? Yeah?

Of course you are. Of course.

-f*ck this.
-Get out. Get out!

Out. Get lost.

Get the hell out
of my store, m*therf*ckers!

-C'mon, man.
-You're f*cking crazy!

I'm gonna k*ll you!

May I come in?

Hi, sweetheart.

Weren't you supposed to stay
at home and watch your father?

He kicked us out of the house.
Can you believe it?

Like that.

Knowing the guy,

yes, I can believe it.

Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?

He was very upset
about losing the hardware store.

He's not well at all.

He stayed unconscious
for two days. He's very weak.

Well…

Don't worry, my love, he's gonna be fine.

You'll see.

And if he's feeling a bit weak,
that's not a bad thing.

Maybe because of that
he'll be forced to calm down a little.

I hope so.

-Yes?
-Inspector.

A man with a g*n
is threatening to sh**t people

and locked himself
inside a hardware store.

You gotta be kidding.

"Calm down a little"?

Notify all units
not to do anything until we get there.

Let's go.

I get two gangs to sign a peace treaty

and ten minutes later
we find another grilled sausage.

Thanks, Jumilla.

Thank you.

Good morning, partner.

Hello.

Ezequiel.

The hat.

That son of a b*tch k*lled Sunday Boy.

This is the police!

Come out with your hands up
and drop your weapon!

By refusing to comply,
you're only making it worse.

What's happening now?

There's some crazy guy
in there with a g*n

threatening to sh**t people.

Forty years it was owned
by Tirso without a problem.

These th*gs arrive, it's a mess.

Hey, how's Tirso doing?

Fast. He… He's very fast.

So fast he got away from me.

What do you mean, he got away from you?

-Where in the hell would he go?
-Pfft.

Get out of here.

Stay back, take cover.

Right away, officer.

But that man hiding in there with the g*n,

is he a kinda tall, older, with gray hair?

Why don't you go arrest
actual f*cking criminals

instead of standing here
like a bunch of idiots?

No, no, no, man. Don't do that.

This store is mine, so leave me alone!

Tirso! Come out of there now.

These officers have
better things to do than this.

I'm not coming out!

And if anyone gets closer,
I'll blast a hole in them.

He's just joking.
It's a prank, a prank.

That's not who he is.

What are those two doing there?

-Get the f*ck out of here!
-Okay, okay, okay.

No one on the perimeter, please!

Get those people out!

Jesus.

Careful, take cover. Watch out.

-Stay there, Jimena.
-Be careful.

What's the situation?

We're securing the area
and we're bringing in a negotiator.

-The… The suspect is…
-Yes,

I know. My father-in-law.

Call off the negotiator. I'll talk to him.

-But he threatened to sh**t us.
-Relax, I know what I'm doing.

Attention, everyone!

Tirso! Come on out.

Stop making a scene and come out,

End this before things get out of hand.

You dumb as*h*le!

Papa! You just shot at my wife!

I just shot up in the air.

I told you not to get any closer.

What do we do, chief?

-Call that negotiator!
-Okay.

g*dd*mn.

There's a saying among cops,

"Those who patrol together,
return together."

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

If I hadn't convinced him to talk to us,

he'd be alive.

Are you really so sure about that?

Yeah.

That's not how it works, Camila.

If anything, the fault is mine.

I was in charge of him until
he got back to his sister's house alive.

And I failed, I screwed up,

and that's the reason
why they k*lled him that night,

the reason why he's dead.

And do you see me crying over that?

No.

Do you know why you'll never
see me crying over something like that?

Because you're a cold son of a b*tch
who can't feel emotions?

In our line of work, Camila,
you fail, yes.

And because of your failures

someone ends up dead.

Always happens.

And when you come home,

after failing,

because you will fail,

and someone's dead,

you'll have to stay detached
and objective enough to remember

that you're not the bad guy,
the bad guy is the criminal, always.

Don't forget it.

You need to learn that
real fast on this job

or you'll ruin your life.

Taking pills to be able to sleep at night,

and even more pills
to be able to live your life.

Okay?

Mm.

I called the coroner to see
if he had an update to give us.

He confirmed that
the victim was Sunday Boy.

He died the same day he disappeared.

But he's found no clues about our k*ller.

No… Nothing at all.

Let's think.

Sunday Boy wasn't part of a g*ng,
so why k*ll him, then?

-Because he was a witness.
-No. No.

Not just a witness,

he was the one
and only witness that we had,

and the only ones who knew were us three.

Baby blue, the inspector, and Ezeqs.

And by coincidence,
this police station is full of cops.

Are you saying
the k*ller is a police officer?

No, I wouldn't dare
say something like that,

but what I can confirm

is that in this police station

there's someone who is
passing information to the k*ller.

And I've got to tell
the inspector right now.

Listen to me and listen to me carefully,
we are going to catch that m*therf*cker

because it's our job and because
it's the best way to honor Sunday Boy.

You have to use the rage
that's consuming you right now

to work harder and smarter.

You cry for love, like everyone,

but for this job, no, do not cry.

Don't get consumed with it
or it'll consume your life in return.

Ezequiel…

Talk to me.

Thank you.

And?

The area's secured
and the negotiator's en route.

Okay.

What's wrong with him?

Relax, honey.
Everything's gonna be all right. Okay?

What's going on?

Uh…

You tell her, Sanchís,
you've got more tact.

Uh, se… seriously, man?

I'd take mu… much longer to say it.

Can one of you please tell me
what the f*ck is going on?

Well…

It's Tirso.

They took his store
so he barricaded himself inside.

With a g*n.

And he shot at Amanda.

Excuse me?

Bu… Bu… But he didn't hit her

-Okay?
-I won't allow it, Tirso Abantos.

Gladys, where you going?
He… He… He might try to sh**t you.

In his dreams!

What's that woman doing?
Ma'am! Get out of there!

Gladys, Gladys, stop!
My father's gone totally crazy!

Tirso!

Don't sh**t!

-Gladys, what the f*ck are you doing here?
-Let me in.

Go away! Stay out of this!

Open that door
or I swear I'll kick it down!

But… But… What was, uh…

Are you sure about this?

Take it easy. I know what I'm doing.

He's got a hostage.

At least I hope so.

What the hell are you doing?
Have you gone nuts?

Defending what's mine.

With a f*cking g*n?

Somehow that's supposed to solve things?

Right now I'm inside
and those assholes are outside.

I'd say I'm winning.

But in the end,
you're gonna lose, you idiot.

Don't you understand
that the only way out of here

is in handcuffs or full of holes?

I don't care about that.

You know, I followed all the rules.
I did everything the correct way.

These guys didn't and get away with it.

They conned my son,

they ruined us,

they even tried to k*ll me!

And the law decides to stand behind them?

Guess what, now I'll be
the one going against the law instead!

And if I get arrested or I'm full
of holes, it's my choice to make!

Why'd you do that?

Nelson is in prison, Tirso.

What?

He was arrested three days ago

for assaulting a policeman.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

Because you were recovering
and I didn't want to interfere with that.

Look around you, Tirso.

Your great-grandson just lost his mother.

And now his father's incarcerated.

The foundation closed.

The bar is nothing but a money pit.

And your son, Santi?

He's not well, Tirso.

What are you saying to me?

Tirso, your son is a gambler.

My son is not a gambler.

He messed up only once.

He won't do it again.

Your son has an addiction.

He steals our change at the bar.

The other day
he used Jimena's credit card,

so he could play poker online.

Where do you think he is now?

Why is he always disappearing?

Enough of this, Tirso.

Santi is sick.

We don't need any more problems.

Put down your weapons.

He'll surrender voluntarily.

I told you I knew what I was doing.

Put down your weapons!

Hey, put your weapon down!
Didn't you hear the inspector?

It's fine.

Take it easy.

I wasn't going to sh**t anyone.

Come on, let's go!

Grab the g*n!

Come here. Hands!

Papa, have you lost it?

What do you think?

I don't know…

I'm here to see Ezequiel.

The hell's she doing here?

Mulan!

My partner's asking me
what the f*ck you're doing here.

I don't know the answer.

I got it, Jumilla. All good, thanks.

Wait. I thought this was a police station?

Yes, yes, yes.

-I've come to file an official complaint.
-Aw, that's terrible.

Don't tell me they stole the cellophane
you use to wrap your kilos of hashish.

My complaint is against Quini.

-Quini, Quini, Quini, Quini, Quini…
-Mm-hmm.

Yes, I know the reason he wanted
to make peace, that m*therf*cker.

He can let go of old grudges?

No, he's involved in a much bigger deal
and wants no trouble in the neighborhood.

"No trouble in the neighborhood,"

is the exact tattoo half the cops in here
want to have done on their asses.

Well, how nice for them all.

That robbery over the weekend,
the jewelry store downtown?

Almost a million euros in luxury watches?

It was those guys.
And they hid them in our hood.

Yeah, maybe those guys
are our ram-raiders.

But I don't know why
you're telling me this.

Because you're with the f*cking police
so your job is to do something about that.

If I go after Quini

I put peace at risk.

But something tells me you're
not interested in peace being at risk.

Listen, I don't give
a f*ck what you think.

But we can't let him do whatever
the hell he wants and do f*ck-all.

This station has other priorities.

First, make sure that nobody dies,

and then we can look for your watches.

Well, then you can
piss off and die, godfather.

Tirso, why did you lock yourself
inside your own hardware store?

I've been hearing people say
that you're climbing up the ranks.

The ranks of
the neighborhood's dumbest guys.

As long as you're here,

I'll always come in second.

Hey!

-You and I need to talk. We need--
-Sorry, Ezequiel.

I just locked my father-in-law in a cell
and my wife is hysterical.

In a few hours
I'm sending him to the judge,

I urgently need
a good reason not to prosecute him.

Can we talk some time later?

The k*ller…

-The grilled sausage aficionado…
-What?

He could be a policemen
working in this station.

Why didn't I listen to my mother
and work at the post office?

Jesus, you're right.

Only someone from this police station

would have known
Sunday Boy was an eyewitness.

A hundred percent.
I've been going over it.

We got a f*cking cop in this station

who's eavesdropping
and informing the k*ller.

Or maybe
he didn't have to eavesdrop.

Maybe I'm the one
who told him by accident.

Tell me. You don't tell me anything.

I discussed it with René.

René the Rat, I told you.
I told you, René the Rat would rat us out.

Ezequiel, we shouldn't judge
prematurely, okay? We don't have evidence.

It all checks out. René the Rat
arrives in this neighborhood,

in this police station,
aspiring to eradicate crime.

And then two criminals
turn up dead, right?

Right? From rival gangs, am I right?

You know, that might not
be a very bad strategy.

Those are just your theories.

Shall I keep on theorizing?

He has access
to information in this police station.

He has a motive, a motivation,
he came here to put an end to crime.

I wanna look into this guy.

All right, look into him.

But use discretion.

You know discretion is my middle name.

Your first name's disaster.

Inspector, you and I, we have
an encyclopedic knowledge of disaster.

Everything I know about disaster,

everything I learned
was from watching you.

We've got a suspect.

Who?

-René.
-René?

The inspector had told him
about Sunday Boy.

Do you think this pen,
if I press the two colors,

can I mix both of the colors?

Are you serious?

Let's be
extremely discrete about this, okay?

What should we do?

We have no evidence.

We have no evidence.

So we'll have to
follow him very, very closely.

See what trash can the rat hangs out in.

One soda.

One draft beer.

And two arepa's to-go, right?

Gladys, time to open up the kitchen.
Two arepas for table five.

What's the matter?

Tell me that Tirso
isn't going to end up in jail.

Absolutely not.

What for?

Forcing his way
into a place that's no longer his?

Making threats with a g*n?
Firing a shot or two in the air? Bah.

That's nothing.

Hello.

Hello.

Wait a minute.

Don't I know you?

You were the one out there
the other day spying on this place.

What are you doing here?

I told you to leave us alone.

You know this guy?

I need to talk to you right now.

It's about Nelson.

Pepe.

I think Víctor would like to go outside
for a stroll around the neighborhood.

How do women know what a baby wants?

As far as I can tell, Víctor doesn't talk.

Fine, I'll go.

I came to tell you that you were right.

In which of my insults?

All of them?

It's the money
to hire an attorney for Nelson.

Tell him it's yours,
or tell him you borrowed it,

or you won the lottery.

Frankly, I don't care.

What are you talking about?

Nelson will never find out
that I paid for that attorney.

I don't want to take any kind of credit.

I just want to get him out of there.

Take it, for Nelson.

No!

You'll take me for a ride.

It'll blow up in my face eventually.

I cannot be in debt to you.

God put me right here, right now,
because I have the ability to assist you.

What the hell is this nonsense?

So what, God wanted my son to be in jail?

And for René to be his savior?

You're still the same self-centered prick.

Get out of here, René.

Get out!

If you change your mind,

here's my card. Give me a call.

Well, well!

Who's this star
who just fell from the sky?

What brings you here?

You, Gladys, a little birdie
told me about the troubles…

Mwah!

…that idiot Tirso started
at his hardware store and I said,

"I'll go see my pretty little thing,

find out if she finally realized
she's chosen the wrong man, poor girl."

Oh, Ezequiel!

Dreaming costs nothing.

How about a little rum?

-Sure.
-No lemon or anything else.

Hey, as I came in here,

I saw you talking to a guy
who happens to work in our police station,

someone we call René the Rat.
Tell me, how do you know René the Rat?

René is Nelson's father.

He's my ex.

Come on!

You see, I don't have
much luck when it comes to men.

Why'd you use the word "luck"?

One went g*n crazy
and what about the other one?

Why use the word luck? What happened?

Does he have some sort
of skeleton hidden in his closet?

If only it was just in the closet.

Come on, why the long face?
Talk to me, talk to me.

You don't tell me anything.

Pour yourself a drink
and tell me his story,

it's just me and you.

Tirso Abantos. Come with me.

Sit down.

Tirso, what happened this morning,

it was probably the stupidest thing
you've ever done in your life.

And knowing you, that is saying a lot.

You've been so stupid

there's only one possible explanation.

That you weren't of sound mind.

Jimena got an evaluation from
the neurologist who treated you.

What occurred was a result of the trauma.

And that's what we argued in court.

You were discharged too soon,

you lost your faculties.

Amanda spent an hour on the phone

trying to convince the judge
that you aren't dangerous.

So for the time being,
you're off the hook.

On one condition.

Papa, you need to commit to go
to the hospital and talk to the doctor.

And, if necessary,

stay there to be treated.

I understand.

I'll do whatever it is you say.

Come on, Gladys, get the broom.

All of that work, for what?

What is it now?

What's going on? Is it Tirso?

Yes, Tirso.

And Nelson.

There's a lawyer
who can get him out of prison.

But I'm totally broke, Pepe.

I've got no money,
all I have are debts and fines.

What are they supplying?

Beer kegs or crude oil barrels?

Look at these prices!

-This is the price the man gave me.
-Of course, that's what they tell you.

But then you have to
negotiate a discount on the invoice.

Or a rebate.

I really don't feel
like debating right now.

A rebate is an advance discount
on your projected consumption.

You're just making up words
to make fun of me, is that right?

Phew. And this?

"Fine for out of date fire extinguishers."

How would I know that
a fire extinguisher expired?

Some of your food expired every day,
yet no one fined you.

"Fine for not having insurance coverage."

People think that
opening a bar is very easy.

Look what happens.

Hmm?

And you called me lazy, remember?

Well, maybe now you realize
my job wasn't that easy after all.

Let me tell you, though.
This bar, well managed…

Oh! Some would give anything for that.

Jimena, how did it go?

Oh, thank you, Lord. Thank you!

Okay, I'm on my way.

It looks like Tirso's
been released. I'm off.

How is he?

I don't know, he's, uh… he's not good.

-Is Víctor sleeping?
-Yes. Yes, yes.

Why don't you
give me the keys, I'll watch him?

Okay.

-Will you stay here?
-Of course.

-Thank you.
-It's nothing.

Oh, my love.

I'm so glad you're back.

You scared me to death,

How are you?

Gladys, what I did this morning,

acting like some sort of hot-head.

It was stupid.

We all make mistakes okay?

You had just left the hospital,
it wasn't your finest moment.

I used to think that
everything had a solution.

That I would always have
enough bravery to find a solution.

But that's no longer the case.

I wasn't able to save Irene.

My granddaughter passed away in my arms.

And I couldn't do anything to prevent it.

No one can avoid the unavoidable, my love.

Not you or anyone.

If I can't defend
what I love the most in life…

what kind of soldier am I?

You can't be serious, Tirso.

What's happening is

you're in a lot of pain. You're exhausted.

That's why everything
seems dark, but it's not.

Since the day I lost Irene…

everything is dark.

And I am very old.

And tired.

And it's hard for me to accept

that, unfortunately,
I can't win every w*r.

Close the door.

What is it?

Inspector,

I'm afraid we're screwed.
Yes, we are very screwed.

Let's see if you can guess
who I'm talking about.

He's a…

an ex-officer with the guerrillas
that terrorized Colombia, the FARC.

René?

Damn, this is crazy.

How did you find out?

You know what pisses me off the most?

What pisses me off the most
is that that man is Nelson's dad.

Excuse me?

He's Sunday Boy's k*ller.

Should I bring him in for questioning?

Hold on a minute.

Let's wait until tomorrow morning.

Since he won't expect it,
maybe he'll feel less threatened.

He'll be more likely to make a mistake.

Yeah.

And no mistakes on our end, okay?

He's a professional, he's a k*ller,
he doesn't leave loose ends.

So be extremely careful with René, okay?

Okay.

Be careful with René.

Santi?

Is that you?

Turn around, Grandpa.
And don't scream. Hmm?

What the hell are you doing here?

I just wanna talk to you,
I don't wanna hurt you.

And that's why
you break into my house at night

holding a p*stol?

Ever heard of a thing
called a coffee shop?

Yeah, I have.

But given the nature
of the job I've come to offer you,

it's better not to be seen together.

Sorry, but I don't do
business with criminals.

It only leads to problems.

Shame. Did you ever
teach that rule to your son?

Because I heard that he got in
a bit of a pickle with Quini and his guys.

This doesn't concern you.

And you've lost the hardware store.

It doesn't concern me, but…

what if I told you how to screw Quini

and get back your hardware store, hmm?

I've already tried to get my store back
and it didn't go too well.

Because you haven't made him a good offer.

I refuse to pay for what's mine.

That's fine.

But what if you paid him
with his own dough? Huh?

And how would I do that?

Quini and his g*ng did the robbery
of their f*cking life in a jewelry store.

Some nice watches.

What's that got to do with me?

I know where they're hiding
the watches in the neighborhood.

I provide the information,

you take care of business,

and we share all the profits.

What you're proposing is suicide.

-Otherwise, you would just do it yourself.
-Oh, I'd love to do it myself.

But Quini and I
have agreed to a little truce.

And I can't f*ck it up.

So, you're saying you want to use me

in order to screw a rival g*ng?

In a nutshell, yeah.

It's a shitload of money.

It would solve a lot of your problems.

No.

I don't engage in
pacts with the damn devil.

The door's right over there.

Get out.

No…

FOR SALE

-Hello, René.
-Hello.

We have a few questions for you.

Sure, go ahead.

Not here.

We have a leak coming from this station.

And we have to question everyone.

Routine. You know, protocol.

And how many people have you
questioned so far in your protocol?

In our protocol, you are the first one.

Can you tell us
where you were on Saturday night?

Do you suspect me of something?

-No.
-Not at the moment, no.

Let's see, Saturday night, um…

Isn't that when
someone k*lled that Sunday guy,

that Sunday Boy?

You don't think I had
anything to do with that, do you?

What matters here is what you think.

Did you have anything to do with it?

-Last Saturday night?
-Mm-hmm.

I was with a few prostit*tes
in the industrial area.

On Saturday night,
we usually visit some prostit*tes,

give 'em a little clothing,
some food, and blankets.

We are against prostitution,
but since it already exists,

we've got to help those poor girls, right?

When you say "we,"
who are you referring to?

Our congregation.

I am…

a minister.

Of course. Because we all
need a minister to guide us.

CHURCH OF GOD'S NEW ROAD

There was a group of about ten of us,

plus the prostit*tes.

If you'd like,
I can get you some of their phone numbers.

Yes, we'd like that.

Also, if you want,

you can give me the dates
when those g*ng members were k*lled.

I'll check them against my calendar.

Most of the time
when I'm not working here,

I'm with the congregation,
so I was probably with them those nights.

I don't think that's necessary.

Well, if you don't
need anything else from me,

I will leave the two of you
to continue the rest of your protocol.

We were wrong, Ezequiel,
this guy has an alibi.

We have to find who's responsible
for the leak since it's not him.

Amanda, he's a professional,
probably highly trained.

There is something that he is hiding.

Enough, Ezequiel!

I understand that you don't like René,
but that doesn't make him a k*ller.

There's something.

What happened in there?

He's got an alibi that's watertight

and we were told
to stop investigating him.

René's the only one
who knew about Sunday Boy, though.

You said he had access, a motive,
and wasn't to be trusted, yes or no?

Yes, I did, but maybe,
I don't know, my nose got that wrong.

Why are you laughing?

You're an imbecile.

You kidding me?

Ugh.

Good morning.

Are you feeling any better today, Papa?

Santi, we need to talk.

Sure.

What's wrong?

Where were you yesterday?

Papa, you know I get
cabin fever in this house.

Lately, I've started walking.

Until two o'clock in the morning?

I ran into some friends.

I know that you still gamble.

And that you've been
stealing change from the bar

and spending it at those gambling joints.

And that you've been

using your sister's credit card.

Santi, you've got a problem.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I'm sorry.

I can't stop, Papa,
I don't know what's wrong.

It's called an addiction, son.

And the first step is to acknowledge it.

The second step
is to get someone to help you.

I don't know how to.

I don't have any experience at it.

But Sanchís told us about a support group

that's for people
with the same problems as you.

With addictions.

They're with a church.

You know those are not my favorite people,

but it doesn't hurt to try.

I've already talked to them.

They're coming to meet with you right now.

Right now?

Okay, Papa.

Anything you say.

Go get dressed,

they'll be here any minute.

They're here.

I'll get it.

Hello. Come in.

Good morning.

You?

What are you doing here?

You know each other?

My name's René Gutiérrez,

I'm an evangelical minister
with God's New Road.

I'm here because you asked for my help.

Am I mistaken?

What the hell is this,
some kind of pathetic joke?

You're supposed to be
the one who'll help my son?

No.

God will be the one helping your son.

We are merely a vessel

to fulfill his will.

If you don't get outta this house,

I'll break that vessel into pieces
with my own bare hands.

Papa…

Get out of here, you con artists!

-Go find yourself another mark!
-Papa, what is going on?

Don't worry, we're leaving.

Excuse me.

Let's go.

Forgive me,
I don't know what happened.

-The ba*ls on the son of a b*tch.
-Nothing to forgive.

If you change your mind,
the door is always open for you.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

Papa, what's wrong with you?
Exactly what the hell was that all about?

That as*h*le is Gladys' ex.

He's Nelson's father!

I didn't know Nelson had a father.

Could you please let your brother know

that babies aren't actually
delivered by a stork?

Papa, I understand
you don't like that he's Gladys' ex,

but these folks just want to help us.

To help Santi.

They ask for nothing in return.

We don't need any of their f*cking help.

We can always look for
help somewhere else.

In a clinic or what not.

How are we supposed to pay for that?

With what money?

Our family's ruined, Papa!

Papa, a lot of things
have happened recently.

I think you haven't
digested them all, yet.

The foundation closed.

The hardware store is
now owned by other people.

Neither of us have jobs, and your savings

went up in smoke.

If we want Santi to get better,

then we have to accept their help.

And if we're going to find
a solution for a better future,

we'll need every little bit
of help we can get, Papa.

Do you get it, or do you not get it?

Don't worry about it.

I'll figure something out.

I've got to go now.

Where are you going?

I've got to see my doctor.

Ezequiel, I screwed up.

-Do you know the zip code is for…
-I really screwed up.

You're talking to
the king of screw-ups. Tell me.

Promise me you won't freak out.

I swear to God,
may I drop dead right here and right now.

I broke into René's car
and proceeded to search it entirely.

And while the two of us
are having this conversation,

we both know that you did it
without a search warrant, right?

I was desperate, I was looking
for something to frame the guy

and now I'm in a lot of sh*t.

No, it doesn't necessarily mean
you're in a lot of sh*t.

Let's go wipe
your fingerprints off that car.

-And please next time be--
-The problem isn't wiping it.

And what is the problem?

The problem is
I've conducted an ill*gal search

and found evidence.

What's going on
with the "for sale" sign out there?

I need to raise money
to get Nelson out of jail.

And for that you'd sell the bar?

Take out a loan.

-You'll pay it back.
-With this bar?

Pfft. It's in financial ruin.

I owe more than I earn.

That's impossible,

the bar's always crowded.

Well, I'm not that good
of a businesswoman, Tirso.

There you have it.

Guess the only thing
that I'm good for is cleaning stairs.

Don't say that.

This is just a rough patch.

You can't throw in the towel yet, Gladys.

This bar, it's your dream.

Yeah.

You said it yourself.

You have to accept that
you can't win every w*r.

Holy sh*t.

Photocopied police records
of the two m*rder*d g*ng members

and Sunday Boy.

He took them out of the police station
to know who they were, where they were,

and he m*rder*d them.

René is our k*ller.

NEUROLOGY

Come on in.

Come in?

Mr. Abantos, yes. Please.

Just have a seat.

Tell me what I have to do
or what I have to take

and let's get this over with.

It hasn't been a great day.

Well, sir, I'm sorry,
but I don't have good news either.

Regarding what?

When we ran your brain scans,

we detected a mass in the occipital lobe.

-A mass?
-Mm-hmm.

-From the accident?
-No.

No, it must have been there
for some time now.

It's possible you may have
already noticed symptoms?

Exhaustion, headaches,

depressive feelings.

Hallucinations, even.

But is it… serious?

I'm afraid it is, yes.

So I'm dying?

Well, it's too early to tell right now.

-Not until we have more--
-Am I dying, yes or no?

We have to proceed methodically,
step by step.

However, the most important thing
is for you to be operated on right away.

I… I can't now.

No, no, now's no good.

-My family…
-Mr. Abantos, I understand perfectly well.

But we have to take care of it now.

We need to schedule
emergency surgery right away.

You'll have to undergo
a preoperative procedure,

so I'll have a nurse
contact you with instructions.

I don't want to lie to you,
the operation is not without risk.

These can include
infection, bleeding, seizures,

and damage to surrounding tissue.

Also, the surgery is quite invasive.

You'll need some time
to recover in the hospital.

And you'll need close supervision when
you return home as well,

so I'll send instructions to any family
acting as caretakers during the recovery.

QUINI SPARE PARTS

All right.

Let's do this.

Alicia!

I'm staying in a nursing home.

I have to rent the apartment.

I'm here for you

in case you need help to
look for an apartment.

What are you gonna do?
Let the poor girl sleep in the street?

I don't want any trouble.

I want to buy back my hardware store.

Three hundred thousand.

I won't let you go alone.
These people are dangerous.

I can't have a baby crying here, Jimena!
It's unprofessional!

-I gotta go, they need me.
-Jimena. Jimena!

Who are you? What do you want?

I was just talking
to a friend who's a hacker

and he can get me a Trojan horse
that we can install in René's cell phone.

This is a woman
that René has been following.

-A potential victim, or…
-Yes, his… his ex-wife.

Climb in.

How does your boyfriend handle
that lovely personality of yours?

I don't have one.

I don't wanna leave
my family with nothing,

they need to be taken care of.

The watches that were stolen from
the jewelry story are worth a fortune.

Police! Hands where I can see them!

No f*cking way.

Open up.

I'm gonna sh**t you
in the f*cking head! Stop!