04x06 - Tenerle miedo al miedo

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Are you okay?

Tell me.

Want to get out of here? Come on.

Let's go.

Holy sh*t, I don't believe it.

It's him.

They k*lled his girl and he lost his mind,
he lost his mind completely.

We gotta go get him,
we gotta arrest him now.

No. No, no, no.
First, Camila, we have something to do,

we have to think.

Think about what? About what?

First of all,
this evidence is not conclusive,

we have to weigh every single move,

we can't make a false step here, Camila.

We have to tell Amanda.

Slow down.

Slow down, slow down.

You and me are going
to keep quiet about all of this.

We aren't going to tell Amanda
because we would break her g*dd*mn heart.

We would break a lot of
people's hearts around here in Entrevías.

Okay.

Oh, sh*t.

This is big.
This is a very big case, okay?

And we're going to solve it. We are.

No one but us, you and I will.

You and I will.

I've got to make a call.

I can't talk right now,
so leave a message if you feel like it.

The second you listen to this,

give me a call.

I have some news.

Any better?

Can you move at all?

Thanks.

So, you paid $250,000
for this piece of sh*t?

No.

You paid for it.

This was all my fault.

Well, you saved my life.

I never should have
used you as bait, though.

But now I have to advise you
to watch your back at every moment.

Romero will try this again.

Can you walk?

Come on.

I think I need
to disappear for a while now.

Hide out somewhere
where no one will look for me.

And…

…I'm probably going to need some

help with that.

Ezequiel's a friend of yours.

I'm sure he would be willing to help you.

Romero has a f*cking mole
at the police station.

You told me that, didn't you?

I won't be able to trust the police.

Not even Ezequiel.

But you can help me, can't you?

No…

Don't make me go out there.

Not right now.

Will you let me stay here for a few days?

Please let me.

One day.

-Tomorrow's Sunday and we're closed.
-Mm-hmm…

Lock the door from the inside.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

What are you doing? Huh?

You want them to see us? For God's sake.

I've had a setback.

That little b*tch, Dulce…

She got away.

The hardware guy just appeared.

-He saw me.
-Oh, sh*t.

He knows who I am.

We have to stop this.

Stop this, what? No.

I'm in the middle of this
because you promised me something

and you can't back out now.

Are you listening, Camila?

Yeah, because maybe you didn't hear me.

I said, I'm screwed.

I'm screwed here.

Because he saw me, and he knows me

and he will go to the police
and he will tell them the truth.

But Ezequiel believes
the hardware guy is the k*ller.

We can try to frame him
for all the bodies.

Let me give it a shot.

Camila…

-We're in trouble, all right?
-Yeah.

I've done many things for you.

Things I really wish I wouldn't have done.

After all that, we're not stopping now.

I'm trusting you.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

Want some cookies?

No, I'm not hungry, no.

For two days,
you've been at the hospital,

not eating, you're not sleeping, relax.

Stop thinking about
your mother for a little while.

How can I not think
about my m… mother, Pepe?

'Cause she's gonna die soon.

So is everybody.

Each day that passes is one day closer.

Well, after this lovely
reflection, I'm going to therapy.

Santi, Santi.

Hey. Isn't it a little weird
that your father's not awake yet?

I'm not about to go wake him up.

See you.

I'll go.

Cowards.

You bunch of cowards.

Tirso?

Tirso, time to get up.

Oh sh*t!

NO NEWS ABOUT INSPECTOR ROMERO

Huh?

Where were you?

What're you doing here?

I thought I'd gotten rid of you already.

Sanchís!

My Captain!

How's your mother?

Well, she isn't do… doing great

I wanted to stop by the hospital,
but it's been complicated recently.

Sure, things are complicated.

You spent the night out or what?

Well, I got up early
and I decided why not go for a walk.

A… A walk to where?

An oil refinery?

Be… Because you smell like gasoline.

Why in the hell did
you two even come over here?

To play Interpol?

We were going to eat at the bar.

But with Gladys there,
I'd rather eat here.

There aren't other bars around?

Better to come scrounge from me.

Relax, three cookies won't bankrupt you.

-Want some coffee?
-I want you to get out.

I'm taking a shower.

See, Pepe?

The hospital bar is not…

not so terrible.

I can be close to her

if something happens.

Come on, we're leaving.

There's something
we need to go talk about.

Where the hell are you
on a Sunday, at Mass?

Dulce!

Dulce!

Oh sh*t.

Oh f*ck, man.

Hey! What are you doing?
Come on, are you crazy? Put the g*n down.

Where in the hell is Dulce?

I don't know where she is.
She stayed here alone last night.

Won't answer my calls either.

Take it easy, take it easy.

f*cking douchebag. sh*t.

Damn, what's that smell?

What's this?

What's going on Ezequiel?

Where is she?

What the hell have you done with her?
Where is she?

Who?

You have become
a f*cking k*ller. I know it all.

I remember you said
the K*llers need to be dealt with.

Didn't you say that?

A k*ller? Me?

Last night, you took my goddaughter.
You took my goddaughter, Dulce.

Tell me what the hell
you did with her, Tirso.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Tirso!

Tirso!

She's my goddaughter.

You had a granddaughter and they took her.

That won't happen again. I won't let it.

I won't let it happen to her.

You better not have
hurt a hair on her head, Tirso.

Better not, or I'm going
to put a b*llet in your damn head.

I don't give a g*dd*mn sh*t, all right?

Tell me where she is now!

It's me.

Goddaughter, is everything all right?

You all right?

I told you no police,
for f*ck's sake.

Relax, he's a cretin,

but he isn't a mole.

And he would never hurt you.
That, I'm absolutely sure of.

What the hell are you doing here?
What the hell are you doing here?

This old man, last night,
he went to La Kueva to f*cking k*ll you.

To f*cking k*ll you.

This old man standing in front of you
is the k*ller we're looking for.

-What the f*ck are you doing here?
-No, stop it.

-Get out of here!
-Just stop it for one second.

Listen.

I'm all right, okay?

He went to La Kueva last night, yes.

But it wasn't to m*rder me.

He was protecting me.

He's not the k*ller, Ezequiel.

It's Romero.

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Mmm.

Is the mush Grandma made for you tasty?

Yes? Oh. Oh, so tasty…

Mmm.

Amanda, aren't you gonna be late for work
if you don't get ready to go?

No, it's fine.
I can be a little late one day.

Besides, if anything really
serious happens, they'll let me know.

Open your mouth.

Bold coming from the woman who said,

"I'd love to jump
in the shower with you, but I'll be late."

Well, well, well, it seems someone
is starting to get a little jealous, huh?

Come here, I have something for you too.

No, go be with your new boyfriend.

The little guy
who looks at us funny.

Little man! My little man!

Those must be the guys
who are bringing the chairs over.

I forgot to ask
if they assemble them, fingers crossed.

Yeah. I should probably get going.

Ah, now you're going? Some nerve.

Come here, sweetheart. That's it.

Nelson!

What're you doing here?

I got out this morning.

With my father's help.

You got out. That's great!

Sure, yeah.

"That's great." I imagine it is.

-Please, Nelson, come in, come in.
-No, no, no, thanks.

I don't mean to bother you.

I'm here for my son.

-Yes, of course, your son.
-I'll get him and bring him out now.

I'm also going to need
the stroller and his bottles.

-Of course.
-Sweetheart, Daddy's here.

Okay, come on, now. Let's go.

Let's go with Daddy now.

Hello, my love.

Hi, my boy.

His clothes, please. All of them.

Of course. Um…

You found something?
Where are you staying?

Mom and I will be staying
at my father's place.

-Ah.
-Where's your father living?

Well, that's none of your business.

Of course it's our business.

We wanna know where your father lives

so we can come see Víctor,
to check on how he's doing.

Don't worry, my mother
told me all that happened.

And let's be clear that Víctor is my son.

And it's my decision
whether or not you'll be able to see him.

But, Nelson, Víctor is also Irene's.

I'm done arguing with you.

I'll be here to pick up
the rest of his stuff later. Thank you.

Where the hell were you?

Huh?

Where the hell were you?

I was out making a mess of things.

Tirso is not the k*ller.

Wait, what?

Tirso is not the k*ller.

Last night, they tried
to k*ll Dulce at La Kueva,

Tirso, he saved her life.
And that's the reason he was at La Kueva.

The k*ller is Romero.

They both saw him with their own eyes,

with their own damn eyes.

And who is Romero?

Romero is a son of a b*tch,
a police inspector who used to work here.

Committed three murders,
one of which was Tirso's little girl,

and he's back.

He has things to do around here
and he's back.

And what really
catches my attention, Camila,

is that Romero hasn't come for me.

Because good old Romero,
he wanted me dead and buried.

Wait, slow down, slow down. No.

It makes no sense at all.

I don't trust those two.

What if they're playing you?

And they've joined up?

To divert suspicion.

They mention this… Romero

to grab your attention.

You're getting f*cked with.

Let's just focus on good old Romero, okay?

And get our act together.

Come on.

"Former Inspector Romero

grew up in the troubled
neighborhood of El Moro."

What the hell are you doing here?

We came to speak with you.

It's important.

Well, then you need to come back later.

I have some things to do.

Look for Romero?

Romero's back in the neighborhood.

Sure he is.

He kills three people and comes back.

Why? To open a boutique?

I swear I've seen him with my own eyes.

And I wasn't the only one.

He's back here.
And he's been k*lling again.

I'm gonna find out
where the hell he's hiding.

-Where, uh, are you going to do that?
-The neighborhood of El Moro.

Those people know him.

And if anyone there
is harboring Romero, I'll find out.

Ha… Ha… Hang on a minute, Captain.

No. You're… You're not doing this alone.

You can count on Pepe and me.

Are you sure?

Wait, count on me?

Yes, of course, count on me.

I kn… know that place very well…

And I know a lot of people
who can… can tell us if he's hiding.

And Pepe…

Pepe has nothing else to do.

We can go… go as an advance party.

And when we have the information,

you plan the attack on the guy.

h*… How do you feel about that?

Thank you, Sanchís.

For… For…

For the Third Company.

Third Company until we die.

It's a bad habit
you have offering up both of us.

I want nothing to do
with this neighborhood.

Me ne… neither.

We're not doing it.

You're crazy.

But we just spoke about it
with Tirso a moment ago.

Your mother has you in a daze.

Pepe, Pepe…

Tirso is not well.

All right? No one has seen
Romero in the neighborhood.

Not… Not the po… police, not Interpol.

Yet Tirso has seen him here twice now?

The same thing happened with Irene. Hm?

The captain sees phan…phantoms.

Are we going after a ph… phantom?

sh*t, I think you're right.

What do we do?

I'll call up the… the shrink
who saw me when I got back from Bosnia.

Ask him if he would
please come see our friend.

You talk so slowly but you think so fast.

It's a very curious thing, you know.

Shh. Quiet.

Hello?

If you move,
I'll stab you right in f*cking jugular.

Fine. Fine, I won't move.

Take anything you want,
but please just put that down.

The f*ck are you doing here, huh?

It's… It's my hardware store.
I'm wondering what you're doing here,

but other people's lives
are not my business.

Are you Tirso's son?

You know my father?

Yeah.

He's been letting me hide down here.

My father?

Yeah, your father.

-Ah.
-Ah?

But nobody can
know that I'm here, all right?

Of course. Yeah,
because then it's no longer a hideout.

Exactly.

And how do I know

you're not gonna walk
right out of here and tell someone?

I don't do much talking.

To the neighbor, it'll be, "Oh, hello."

At most, "How's your mother doing?"

I'll be quiet.

What's your name, man?

Santi.

Santi.

Good, Santi.

Now pay attention.

If you even tell a single person…

I'm going to find you

and I will slit your throat.

Is that clear to you?

-Clear as can be.
-Yeah?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Crystal.

Okay.

And you said that my father

let you hide here? Right?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Are you sure

that Tirso's your father?

Honestly, sometimes I wonder.

I hope you're here to tell me
you know where that b*tch Dulce is.

I'm sure the hardware guy is hiding her,
but I don't know where.

So then why in the hell
did you make me come here?

Ezequiel knows you came back
and he's coming for you.

The hell are you talking about?

You said they'd blame the hardware guy.

Well, I was wrong.

But I've got an idea.

I need something of yours.

Give me your g*n.

The one you used to k*ll all those people.

Honey. What's wrong?

Jimena.

What happened?

They took away Víctor.

Nelson took him away from us.

His father managed to get him out of jail.

Then he came for Víctor.

He told us that
he might not let us see him at all.

Just what does that as*h*le thug
wannabe-gangster think he's doing now?

Papa, please, you need to speak to Gladys.

Papa, we need to talk.

Uh… not now, Santi.

I came from the store.

I went down to storage
and you'll never guess what I found.

I'll wait in the kitchen for you.

I'm in the mood for something…

sweet.

Uh, um, I'm going to get you some water.

Mmm.

When were you going to tell me?

Do you want to scare me to death?

What the hell were you doing there
on a Sunday morning anyway?

Are you seriously
yelling at me for working?

Why do you only work
when you shouldn't be?

Papa, are you in some kind of trouble?

No trouble. I was just helping
that poor woman out to protect her.

You?

-You're helping a gangster?
-Yes.

What's this about?

It's about keeping her
from getting m*rder*d.

All right with you?

Last night they almost succeeded.

The girl's scared to death
and I don't blame her.

But don't you worry, she's leaving soon.

Well, then, If you want her alive,
you'd better bring over some food.

Yeah? Because that girl,
she could eat a horse.

So bring her something then.

-Me?
-Yeah, I need to talk to Jimena.

My girl. Hey, now. Hey.

Your papa's here.

The water?

Oh sh*t! Uh, uh…

How thirsty are you?

I'm not even.

Not thirsty, not hungry either.

Víctor is the…
the only thing left of Irene, Papa.

I'm not losing him too.

Jimena…

You know, I'm not always gonna be here

to solve things for you.

What do you mean?

You're an adult, my love.

And your wife's a very good woman.

Sensible, also.

Speak with her.

I'm sure that you two
will find a way to get Víctor back.

I'll get that water for you.

It's Santi, the guy from before.

I've brought you food and water.

Are you alone?

All alone.

So no screwdrivers, okay?

I'm gonna open the door.

I told you I was alone.

You don't trust me?

Nothing personal.

I don't trust my own mother.

Well, her even less than most people.

I've brought bread, cookies, ham,

clothes from my sister.

No offense, but you smell like gasoline.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

I know my father's
not the best host in the world,

but he should have
told you there's a bathroom.

Sure. I know that.

Then why didn't…

My father also mentioned that

they tried to k*ll you.

It's normal to be scared to death.

No, it's not…

That's not why I'm in here.

It's just, because…

Well, it's really a precaution, because…

Well, I just have to find a way
to confront that son of a b*tch

who almost buried me six-feet under.

A precaution is,
"Be careful crossing the street."

But not avoiding going to the bathroom.

What you're experiencing is
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

So, elaborate.

Apart from selling hand saws,

you're also a psychologist, no?

No, but I recognize fear pretty damn well.

Because that's what
I've felt my whole life.

Massive amounts of it.

All right. I'll be the psychologist now.

What are you afraid of?

-Me?
-Mm-hmm.

Everything.

Uh, I'm afraid of getting run over.

Of my kids suffering.

And my ex-wife.

And especially now, I'm afraid of

gambling again.

It took over your whole life?

I lost almost everything.

If it wasn't for my father…

There, my father,
I'm afraid of him too.

-Well, that's normal.
-Mm.

Fear is a horrible thing.

Because then you make
decisions that are all wrong.

You know?

Thing is, there's something
even worse than just fear.

Even worse than fear?

What is it?

To be afraid of fear.

And that "super phrase,"

where'd you get that one?

In addition to being a psychiatrist,
are you a smart-a*s too?

No.

Just a guy at a hardware store.

And I have things to do upstairs.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Yes? Come in.

Amanda, can we speak?

Yes, of course, come in.

So, I know this breaks
the chain of command,

but there are a things Ezequiel isn't
telling you that you should know.

Exactly what is Ezequiel not telling me?

We know Dulce could
potentially be a target for the k*ller.

And last night, she disappeared.

And why is Ezequiel
refusing to share this?

Because of this.

Last night, there was a man hanging around

the area where Dulce was located.

That's my father-in-law.

We also believe he was
at Quini's house when he was m*rder*d.

Look.

We know he hasn't been doing well
since his granddaughter died

and has issues with g*ng members.

Quini and his people conned his son
and he knows how to use a g*n.

-As of now. He's the primary suspect--
-Enough, Camila!

Enough.

My father-in-law's
a specialist at getting into trouble,

but he's not a serial k*ller.

There must be
an explanation for all of this.

Well, then, maybe
he should explain it to us.

I… I… I can't come
to the ph… phone right now.

Please leave your me… me… me… me… mes--

Where the f*ck are the two of you?
What's going on in that neighborhood?

Call me back, for God's sake.

What happened now?

My… My dumbass friends
are in trouble, aren't they?

No, not them.

We're here to speak with you.

Will you come
to the police station, please?

I don't have time for this right now.

Tell me what it is and we'll settle it.

We need
to analyze your g*n, Tirso.

What the hell do you want with my g*n?

I haven't shot anyone.

That's what we want to confirm.

It's in my bedroom, come on.

Come with us.

What the hell is going on, Amanda?

I'd rather
discuss this calmly at the station.

Wouldn't we be more comfortable
in my living room having a coffee?

I knew you were gonna be trouble,
that's why I came in person.

Let's go, please.

Oh, it must be very serious
if you brought two back-up cops

to have a conversation
with your father-in-law.

Come on, Tirso, please.

Just come with me
down to the station, all right?

Grab your coat, we're leaving.

If I'd known I was going to be on TV,
I would have brushed my hair.

This isn't
the time to make jokes, Tirso.

This places you right where
a known g*ng member disappeared,

on the very night she disappeared.

Quite a coincidence. It really is.

Stop being a pain in the a*s,

and tell me why you were there.

I was driving around the town.

In an area full of criminals?

If the area is full of criminals,
it's your responsibility.

Not mine.

All right.

And here?

Can you explain to me why you
smashed a security camera at Quini's house

just before he was m*rder*d?

I don't know why
you assume that guy is me there.

Because it is you.
You're still wearing the same clothes.

Or is that another coincidence?

It must be.

It's not my normal habit
to go break cameras.

Tirso, that's enough.

We have footage of you in
two locations where crimes were committed.

Either you give us
a reasonable explanation

or this will become suspicious.

It's my neighborhood, Amanda.

There must be
footage of me in a million areas.

Do you have evidence
that I k*lled someone?

Because, if not…

I'm going back to the house.

Hey, what the hell are you doing here?
Everything okay?

Better ask Amanda that.

Unless you want me
to tell them where Dulce is,

you'd better fix this.

Now.

Okay, got it.

What are you cooking up for Tirso?
Is it cold food or something hot?

Very funny.

Now you tell me what
you're cooking inside your head.

What?

Why didn't you tell me
that Dulce's gone missing?

Or that the primary suspect in
a serial m*rder case is my father-in-law?

Because I know exactly where Dulce is,

and the primary suspect
is absolutely not your father-in-law.

Oh, really? You know where Dulce is?

I was with Dulce this morning.

f*cking great.

And you didn't think
that was worth sharing with your partner?

I did share it with my partner.
Isn't that right, Camila?

Camila, isn't that right?

You knew Dulce wasn't missing?

I have just accused my
father-in-law of being a serial k*ller

who's behind a girl's disappearance

because you felt like lying to me?

-Well, I have my own theory.
-Oh, a theory!

Yes, that Dulce and Tirso are accomplices.

Look, Camila…

You ignored the chain of command,

tried to screw your supervisor over,

and played games with me,
your Chief Inspector!

All because you have a theory?

I probably don't have to say this to you,

but I'm not sure
you can handle the judicial police.

I'll be calling the main office
to find you another assignment.

What?

What the f*ck are you looking at? Huh?

They're messing with you.

That son of a b*tch is the k*ller.

It's gonna be me putting him behind bars,

with or without you.

Imbecile!

Well, this is where our friend lives.

Antonio, I app… appreciate you
coming to e-e-e-evaluate Tirso.

-It's nothing.
-Be… Before we go inside,

I should tell you
one very important thing.

Yeah? Uh, uh…

If… If Tirso asks you,

you're not… not a psychiatrist.

Wait, what?

That is very important, Antonio.

If our friend thinks
that we took him to a shrink,

he'll m*rder us
and he'll cut off your ba*ls.

So, we told him that you're
the man who delivers propane.

Huh? Told him I'm what?

Well!

Here he comes now.

What're you doing here?

Tirso, let me introduce you.
This is Antonio, he delivers propane.

Ah. Nice to meet you.

You as well.

Should we go in?

Okay, shh.

Sanchís.

To really assess a person,
it's necessary for us to be alone

to create a bond.

And it's crucial they know
I'm a psychiatrist.

My… My friend is bad.

He's about to go…
go get a weapon and k*ll someone.

He'd never go to a psychiatrist.

Please, Antonio. Please, right this way.

What is it? Something wrong?

What? No, no. It's just…

These are dangerous pe…
people, aren't they?

You will have to explain to him perfectly
why you need to find Romero.

Please, convince him to help us find him.

Right.

We told Antonio that you'll respond
to anything he's curious about, all right?

All of it.

Of course.

Assuming it's fine with you.

We should have a seat and talk.

-Sure.
-That's great.

Go ahead and talk,
I'm going to make coffee.

I'll help Pepe because
the coffee pot can be…

be hard to open.

You got this.

Thank you.

Very good.

So you know where
my granddaughter's k*ller is, then.

I do?

Well, maybe you don't know yet, but…

they told me that you're the person
who would be able to find him.

Please help me out, Antonio.

Yes, well, first I need you to…

…tell me a little more.

How do you feel
about this… this guy Romero?

Well, the son of b*tch
k*lled my granddaughter.

How do you think I feel?

And you saw Romero for certain?

Yes.

Saw him with my own two eyes.

And… anybody else see him?

Does it matter?

I know he's out there.

In that neighborhood.

He's hiding in
that neighborhood that you know so well.

Sure, sure, yes.

Yes. Um, um…

How did you experience
the death of your granddaughter?

The mourning process, was it difficult?

No.

We went to Benindorm to celebrate.

What do you think?

I meant more if, let's see,
if you felt it was normal, or…

Sanchís might have made mention that…

perhaps you still talk to her.

Why the hell is that important?

Well, I'm… I'm… I'm interested!

I'm asking because I'm interested.

I'm wondering about something.

I wonder if the k*ller
of your granddaughter is… is…

is here, in the neighborhood.

Or if maybe

there's something like a mental projection

making it so that you believe that…

that… that the man's around.

But he isn't.

What the hell is
happening right now, you as*h*le?

Who the f*ck are you?
Don't tell me you deliver propane,

Because those little office worker hands

haven't touched
a bottle of propane in their lives.

No, I'm a psychiatrist!
Please… Please don't hit me.

Sanchís!

A psychiatrist?

Wait, Captain!

Don't hit him.

He's a friend of mine.

Don't hit him?

-You don't want me to hit him? Huh?
-No, no. I'm out of here.

-This is crazy.
-Hey, Antonio. Just wait. Just wait.

No!

Wait a minute…

What the hell just happened here?

Come on, Tirso.
We're very worried about you.

You're not well, Tirso, you're not well.

Sanchís figured it would be a good idea
to ask his shrink friend to talk to you.

You're a bunch of hypocrites.

Now, come on.

Tirso, this whole obsession with Romero…

It's the same
as your obsession with Irene,

first you saw her, now it's Romero.

Sometimes our eyes can
show us the thing we want to see.

Well, at this moment, it's the opposite.

I'm seeing exactly what I don't want to.

So get the hell out of here.

You two are nothing
but a g*dd*mn pair of stooges.

You were supposed to be helping me.

We show some concern for you
and you punish us?

Okay, fine.

Sanchís, let's go.

Sanchís, what's wrong?

My mother.

She… passed away.

It just happened.

And I wasn't even there to…

to be with her.

Sanchís…

I'm sorry.

It'll be okay.

Still here, huh?

I figured.

Have you gotten any sleep?

No, and I'm not hungry either.

But thank you.

I didn't sleep at all
because I couldn't stop thinking

about what you said.

You know, being afraid of fear.

Look, you were right,
I got that from a self-help book.

And it wasn't very much help.

But you got it right.

My whole life, I have been afraid of fear.

I avoided it at all costs.

My parents were…

They were heroin addicts, Santi.

One day…

our neighbor offered them money…

a lot of money…

…to leave me alone with him in his house.

That as*h*le threw me
onto his bed and tore my clothes off.

I can smell his breath,

make out his face so clearly.

And that yellow ceiling, I…

I remember staring at
the yellow paint on the f*cking ceiling.

It's all right.

You're all right. Okay?

And then…

Suddenly, I…

I heard that…

I heard that someone had
opened the door to the home.

And then a man entered the bedroom

and grabbed the son of a b*tch
and just hit him until he was unconscious.

And after…

he wrapped me with a blanket
and took me out of there.

That…

That man was my godfather.

-Ezequiel?
-Ezequiel. Yeah.

Oh sh*t, that makes me
want to hug him now.

It's crazy, huh?

Yeah, yes…

Since that day, I…

I haven't even seen my parents,

and definitely not that son of a b*tch.

But ever since then,

I promised myself I would never be afraid.

Not anymore.

That nobody…

they'd never control me again.

And I'd never feel defenseless.

Which is why I became a fighter,

you know?

But the other day…

The other day it happened again, Santi.

I was scared again.

I'm so afraid now.

I can't go out there,
I can't go out there, no…

Come here, it's all right.

Come here. It's over.

I'm here now.

-It's over.
-Santi, I'm just so afraid.

-I just feel so afraid.
-It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, I'm here now.

Okay…

All right, three coffees here.

And for you, and another one for you.

Careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.

-Oh! Sorry.
-Oh my God.

-I'm so sorry, my bad.
-For the love of God.

Please excuse me, I'm sorry.

-I don't believe it, for God's sake.
-I'm sorry, it's my first day. I'm alone…

I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up now. Sorry.

My goodness, my goodness. What a big mess.

Oh my goodness.

Hello.

Why are you here?

I've brought Víctor's clothes.

Where's your mother?

Still at the house with my father.

She hasn't felt like working.

Thanks.

Wait.

Nelson, I'd also like to talk to you.

Amanda and I would love

if Víctor could come be with us some days.

And also maybe he
could come sleep over a couple of nights.

I'd appreciate it.

No.

Nelson, I completely
understand that you're his father

and he needs to be with you.

But I would very much like
to be a part of his normal life.

We have a lot to offer him.

And I have time right now
because I don't have to work.

He's not something you can buy.

I think my mother also told you that.

What's this all about?
Who's trying to buy him?

Nelson, please, come on.

I want what's best for Víctor.

Know what's best for him?

Being with his own papa.

If you're desperate for a family,

the best thing is for you
to have children of your own.

And leave mine in peace.

I did have a daughter.

But she's not here.

And Víctor is
the only thing I have left of her.

So I am not going to give him up.

You're right.

Irene's not here.

And now I'm the one and only parent
that Víctor has got.

So I get to decide
if you'll ever get to see him.

Nelson, please.

All I'm asking for is
to maybe see him once in a while.

God…

Are you sure you want to do this?

We have rights of our own.

And if you keep him from us,
we can always hire a lawyer.

Go f*ck yourself.

Here's your coffee.
I'm so sorry about that.

GRAND OPENING: ABANTOS HARDWARE STORE

What the hell is this?

A hardware store or a g*dd*mn ball pit?

It's for the opening.
You asked me to do things my way.

-So this is it.
-I'm already regretting it.

I sent the invitations
through social media.

Only family and close friends.

Because today we have to celebrate, Papa.

It's a great day.

Today I decided

to face my own life.

Are you still a little lightheaded from
blowing up all those balloons? Because…

Papa, I'm serious.

I called my lawyer.

I'm telling Fanny I want
joint custody of the children.

And I'm not afraid
that she'll be pissed off.

I'm not afraid that I'll be a bad parent

or about gambling.

I'm not afraid of fear.

And it's great.

Then I'm happy for you, Santi.

That woman gangster, Dulce,

she left, right?

No.

She wanted to speak with you.

It's me.

Look who decided to come in.

Pretty late start, no?

So that's how you are.

I was giving you time to get out of here,
but it looks like it didn't happen.

Don't worry, I'm leaving your store today.

And the neighborhood.

You didn't need
to wait around here to tell me personally.

f*ck.

Do you ever relax?

Okay.

What did you do with those watches?

And please don't tell me
you got rid of them.

To be honest, I wanted
to throw them in the ocean.

But I had a sinking feeling
some of them were fake

and would end up floating.

I've hidden them.

That's f*cking amazing.

Tell me where to find them.

I swear I'll be out of here forever.

Did you talk to her?

Yeah.

I'm leaving, I have things to do.

You! Imbecile!

Fanny?

What're you doing here?

You asked the lawyer
for joint custody of our children?

Well, it's just that
they're my children too.

What's wrong? You don't
want to pay my alimony? Is that it?

No, it's not about that at all.

-It's about seeing the children.
-Bullshit!

You don't want to pay me and you want
to keep the apartment, to yourself?

I'm sure all of this is
your f*cking father's idea anyway, right?

Leave my father out of this.

And for your information,
the idea was mine.

You really think I'm going to
leave my children with a person like you?

Person like me?

With a gambler.

What are you gonna do at night?
Take them to a casino?

Fanny,
you know I'm going to therapy.

I'm a new man.

You're the same
immature moron you've always been.

After how many months,
you're still living with your father,

still messing up everything.

I mean, you've never
been very smart, but this…

This is too far.

Just look around, Santi, please.

Was this your idea?

How could I leave you
alone with my children?

Come on.

Oh!Sorry.

Excuse me.

Hey, love, I'll see you later?

Yes, yes, of course, my love. Until later.

Have a good day.

Look, Fanny,

I want joint custody
because those are my children.

And yes, I want to stop paying alimony.

I want the apartment
because I paid for it all.

Either you provide me with what I want,

or we'll bring it to a judge.

That clear now?

Now he decides
to show some courage. Unbelievable!

Hardware man.

Did you really leave
a million euros in your car

in this neighborhood?

Truthfully, I had been half hoping
they would end up getting taken.

But, oh, well.

Now you deal with them.

So, uh…

Take care, old man.

Thank you.

Good luck.

And the same to you.

Stay grouchy.

-Camila.
-Yes?

The ballistic report for yesterday's g*n.

-You already have it?
-Yeah.

-I'll make copies and give it to you.
-Perfect.

There's no way out, Mulan!

It's over!

It's over!

What's wrong with you?
You follow girls on the street now?

You scared the sh*t out of me.

Why have you become
Tirso's new best friend?

So you can inherit
a f*cking hardware store?

A hardware store?
Like I'd actually believe that sh*t?

I'm really getting sick
of you guys pointing a g*n at me.

Please put it away.
For f*ck's sake, we're family.

Huh?

Tell me what's in that bag there.

The stuff I use for training.

Open it and show me.

Of course.

You need watches for training?

You know something,
you're so f*cking stubborn.

Look, I'm sorry for causing trouble.
I'm sorry for that.

But it's over now.

I'm leaving the neighborhood.

I'm leaving this place,
and you understand perfectly well

that I need these
to get out of here for good.

I'm going to miss you.

Even if you're a piece of sh*t.

I'm gonna borrow this.

I love you, godfather.

Yes? Come in.

-Inspector.
-Yes?

The ballistics report you asked for.

Which report?

-For the g*n we seized yesterday.
-Ah.

-Okay, thanks.
-Of course.

-Torres.
-Yes?

Issue an arrest warrant for Tirso Abantos.

And advise all our units,

he's potentially armed
and could be dangerous,

Understood.

You're the brat
who wanted to put me away, aren't you?

What are you doing here?

I apologize for that.

Your apology's accepted.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

a friend of mine has just lost his mother.

I have a lot of things to get done.

No, no, wait.

I need to talk to you for a minute.

Please, sir.

Thank you.

You were saying?

What are you doing?

They've analyzed your g*n.

It's the same weapon that was linked
to all of the recent murders.

That's just absurd.

You're under arrest.

They…

They've made an error.

That weapon doesn't belong to me.

There was no error.

Turn and put your hands on the table.

It was you.

Quiet.

It's you.

The cop who works for Romero.

Stay quiet!

You know where that son of a b*tch
is hiding himself then, isn't that right?

Quiet down!

Ah!

Tirso…

Tirso, Tirso, Tirso.

Drop the g*n, Ezequiel.

Let's try something, Tirso,

you drop your weapon,
I'll drop mine too, okay?

Tirso, the police are coming.

Don't make this worse, Tirso.
Just let Camila go free, okay?

You don't get it.

The mole officer you had,

the person who's working for Romero,

it's her!

That's why she was so eager to frame me.

Entered my apartment
and swapped my g*n with Romero's.

I know, Tirso, I know.

We know all that.
I'll arrest her if you put the g*n down.

And we'll clear
all this up at the station.

Put it down, now, Tirso.

No.

No. There's no time for that.

Not while Romero is out there.

Tirso, stop lying to me, all right.

Tirso, don't lie to me, not anymore.
No more of these lies.

Dulce and you
have been fooling around with me.

You've been fooling around
with every one of us.

And you're going to pay for it, Tirso,

you know you will.

Tirso, you know that I won't
be able to let you get out of here.

Put the g*dd*mn weapon down.

Yeah, all right.

You're so convinced
that I'm a serial k*ller…

Then shouldn't I act like a serial k*ller?

No.

-Get up.
-Hey, hey!

-Get up.
-Hey, hey!

-Stop, no!
-Stay quiet.

-Ezequiel.
-Tirso…

No, Ezequiel…

Now drop your g*n.

Okay.

Okay, Tirso.

Okay.

Okay, Tirso.

Get in here.

Of course, Tirso.

Help me.

Let's all calm down now.

Let's just stay calm.

Ezequiel?

Ezequiel!

-Come on.
-No.

I'm sorry, Ezequiel.

I'm sorry.

-Ezequiel! Ezequiel!
-Let's go.

Camila…

Hurry! Ezequiel!

How bad is it?

Pretty damn bad.

And there's more.
He was shot by your father.

You're joking, right?

Are you telling me my father's a k*ller?

In his escape,
he took a policewoman hostage.

Help me!

You m*rder*d Ezequiel. You're a k*ller.

Let's go far away with the baby
and begin our lives again.

But go where?

To Columbia.

We have to find him no matter what.

I know you don't believe it,
but my father is innocent.

The best thing we can do for him
and that policewoman is arrest him.

You are going to tell me right now
where that son of a b*tch is.

-No.
-Tell me where he is.

Who would he contact
in the event he needed help?

-Captain!
-Shh.

-I don't want to involve you.
-I am with you until death.

Right now, I want all available units,
we know where the suspect is.

I never should have brought you into this.

Are you okay? No, no, no. No!

They'll come for your a*s.