01x03 - Episode 3

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Hello.

Good morning.
I have an appointment with Cristòbal.

Just a moment, please.

Yes?

Send him in.

-David, I'm glad you came.
-Cristòbal, what do you want?

Sit down, please.

Sit down.

I feel bad about all this.

I care about you,
you're like my second home,

but the system is the system.

Come to an agreement
or you'll be left with nothing.

And I don't want that.

This place is perfect.

Great location,
lots of potential.

LEASEHOLD
RESTAURANT IN EIXAMPLE

A new restaurant.

Know what, Cristòbal?
What you should do is talk to Claire

and get her to lower the rent
of our restaurant.

That's the problem,

it's not your restaurant anymore.

Sell the license
while it's still worth something.

You really think
my parents will accept that?

They're in their seventies.

I'm talking about your own project.

You're the one
who keeps things running,

maybe you should take control.

I won't lie,

I need to resolve this situation
as soon as possible,

but it's a good opportunity.

And I can help get
you better conditions.

Now I get it.
You get a commission out of this, right?

I try to make money doing my job

and I try to seize opportunities.

And you should do the same.

David,

one other thing. This...

is also for you.

You have 30 days before the eviction.

I have nothing to do with it.

Hey, hey... Think about it.

Look at it.

Thirty days.

SECOND EVICTION NOTICE

RAVALEAR: NOT FOR SALE

We have the Passive House seal,

a European standard
with very strict regulations

we have to meet
to get the best thermal insulation,

good indoor air quality

and reduce outside infiltration
to practically zero.

The thing is,
people think that in large buildings,

there's hardly any additional cost.

I don't know why you're here.

What do you mean?

You're a small architectural firm,
like a boutique.

For you, people like us
are practically the devil, right?

Yes, some might say.
With horns and a tail.

To me, you're an investment fund.

Without you, we wouldn't have
the 22@ eco-sustainable buildings

or the sites in La Sagrera.

The public funds' good intentions
aren't enough.

We need muscle.

And you channel the investors,
you take risks.

We've worked in Raval a lot.

We know the challenges
of each neighbourhood.

I bet you've come across some.

And you?

I looked you up online.

You're the lawyer at your firm.

-Yes.
-And you also look for new clients?

I think it's a perfect time
for my firm to grow

and I want to make it happen,

to show them how far we can go.

I'm not good at keeping still.

That makes two of us.

The drug flats sure have
a lot of business.

And here we're closing earlier
every day.

We're in our overdraft.

We need to transfer
from the other account.

-We could cut back more.
-Even more?

Look out there.

No wonder people aren't coming in.

Hello.

-What's that?
-A present.

David, help me,
I need to take the trolley back.

-Àlex, what's that?
-sh*t!

-What are you doing?
-Help me, hold it here.

sh*t!

What have you brought?

You'll see.

What do you think?

-A fryer.
-A fryer.

Did you pay for it?

Does Marta approve
of your new business with the flats?

-Can you mind your own business?
-Take it away.

Àlex, don't spend your money
on the restaurant.

It was this or a Tesla,
but I have good taste so I got a fryer.

It's the sh*t, the latest model.

It saves on oil and has filters...

We could sure use it.

No, Mum, we can't afford it.

Àlex has to take it back.

I didn't pay for it,
it fell off a container.

Then we sell it.

It's just a fryer.

-I said no!
-David, please.

It's delicious.

I don't know how you can eat.

Can't you do this by yourself?

Can't you?

Go by yourself, I'll keep watch.
-No!

It'll be quicker with two of us.

With these types of jobs...

best not to hang around,
you know?

The drug flat is taking time,
hopefully this will scare the squatters.

-Calm down, mate.
-Calm down?

I'm under a lot of pressure,
dealing with sh*t every day.

You work and then go home.

They're on my back all day.

I have someone on my back, too.

-Who's on your back?
-He's called Cristòbal.

-Try it.
-Get that away from me.

Don't mess up my car.

-Not here, there's a mesh.
-What?

There's a mesh.

-Honestly, me having to do this...
-How does it look?

This vent, how about it?

-It's covered.
-We'll put them in here.

Go on.
Know what the problem is?

You won't get your hands dirty
so nobody will contract us.

-Right...
-And then it's all: "I need you",

especially you.

With immigration the way it is,
the f*cking Moors are taking our jobs.

Didn't you say we had to rush?

Get the job done, for f*ck's sake.

Take the bag.

-What?
-Take the f*cking bag.

I spoke to a mate

and we're trying to get some money

to set up a security company, you know?

That's great.

Totally legal.

-That's my dream.
-Your dream.

Your dream...?

Mine is making enough money
to never set foot here again

-or have to call you again.
-Not even on my birthday?

-You b*stard.
-Careful, careful.

-Take it. Help me.
-f*ck!

-They're moving.
-Careful!

f*ck!

-There's one here! sh*t!
-It touched my leg!

f*cking rat!

You need your census.

Then what do I have to do?

You have to wait.

The census shows
you've lived here for three years.

I have to wait three years here?

Yes, but it gives us time

to prepare the interview
for the social integration report.

There's a nibbled rubbish bag.
What should we do?

Put down some traps.

Okay, but remember
to close the window, please.

The first thing you'll need...

-is this.
-Okay.

-But it's empty.
-Don't worry, you'll fill it.

Souha,

-you need a health card, okay?
-Okay.

-I'll write it down here.
-Okay.

Then we need to prove

that you're integrated
in neighbourhood associations.

We need to get
your criminal record, too.

-You're clean, right?
-Yes.

-I'm a blank slate.
-Great.

We need a job offer, too.

Okay.

-A 40-hour Catalan course.
-Yes.

I'll write it all here, okay?

-Okay.
-We'll help you, okay?

-I'll speak Catalan to you from now on.
-Okay.

He mustn't say
he lives with the squatters.

We can ask for the census
without a fixed address.

-It'll be fine.
-Thanks.

Thanks.

Careful there...

Just holding that folder
makes you speak Catalan well.

You dummy...

Now life's treating you well,
you could find us a flat.

Yes! We could live together.

-It's a good idea...
-It sure is, bro.

-I'll ask and let you know.
-Malika's looking for you.

Malika. Malika, what is it?

-There are disgusting rats in the flat!
-There are rats?

Two big rats came in yesterday.
I can't live there with the kids.

-If they bite them...
-Wow...

We'll put poison down.
Let me talk to Àlex and...

I can't live with rats,
here are my keys.

-He can return my money.
-Malika, wait...

Malika!

Malika!

Don't laugh, mate.

-What's the problem?
-Don't laugh.

THEY SAVE BANKS
THEY EVICT FAMILIES

You squatters are rats.

I'm sorry, Olga.

This is temporary.

Yes... it's not personal.

You're the last person we hired
and the fee for your dismissal is less.

Souha arrived after me.

But Souha...
He only does a few hours.

You'll get the dole.

Didn't you say
I was practically family?

We're really sorry.

When things get better,
we'll take you back.

I promise.

This is bullshit.

NO TO DRUG FLATS
PROTEST

Adela?

Adela, it's Cristòbal.

Open up, I can hear the TV.

Adela!

Wasn't bricking up one flat
enough for you today?

She's not answering.

Let me.

Adela, it's Rafa.

Do you have the key?

Of course. Move.

Àlex!

Hey, Rafa.

We need to take Adela's flat.

-No, I see where you're going.
-I mean today.

I don't want problems with the neighbours.

-I don't think so.
-Narcos getting in would be worse.

Narcos?

Or if some b*stard breaks in

and starts charging some poor sod
to squat there.

There are lots of mafias.

If Cristòbal bricks up the flat,
nobody's getting in.

If Cristòbal gets in,
he'll have the upper hand.

No, I don't think so.

This was all your idea, remember?
To make his assets toxic.

-Yes.
-There you go, then.

I didn't expect to have to occupy the flat
of a woman I've known since I was three.

And who just died.

I don't think so, really.

It's not right.

It can't always go
the way you'd like, Àlex.

Rafa, I have to go to work.

Àlex, it's worth keeping going.

You're helping lots of people.

What we're doing is important
to change things.

I cared for Adela too, but...

We have to do it today.

STOP SPECULATION
GREED DESTROYS NEIGHBOURHOODS

Come on, down here.

Hold on tight.

Wait for these guys to leave.

sh*t, I can't.

Let's try the other.

Quiet, man. Easy.

sh*t...

Hey, look,

if we chuck things out
there's room for two beds.

f*ck.

It's just awful, what a shame.

I looked after her all this time,

charged her peanuts
as she couldn't afford more,

and the day of her funeral
these b*stards come

and do this.

They're animals.

No respect, not even for the dead.

-Did you think about what I said?
-No.

-No, Cristòbal, not yet.
-Time's running out.

Let's get out of here.

We're bricking up a place at 049.

Let's get to work.

Àlex. Can we talk?

Hang on, it's my brother.

What?

Couldn't it wait?

You really couldn't wait?

How long was it till eviction?

Thirty days, right?

I didn't set the date.

Would you like your memories
to be thrown away when you die?

Would you?

I want those squatters out.

-Our neighbours are scared.
-Really?

-Yes.
-Who?

-Anselm and Mercedes, two flats away?
-Yes.

The Pakistani families
are your neighbours too,

-even if you don't like it.
-I didn't say that.

Not to mention Malika,

whose flat was bricked up.

We'll all be bricked up
if we don't do anything, David.

Would you rather
Adela's flat end up like that?

Or the narcos take it?

Maybe you'd prefer that.

Don't you think it's strange
that the drug flat happened

just as the fund bought the building?

Steady, Àlex.
What do you mean?

-Me?
-Your mind's running wild.

Don't judge me. Think about it.

What does the fund want?

-What do they want?
-To get the neighbours out.

However they can, refurbish the building,
rent the flats at tourist prices

and make a k*lling.

-That's it, end of story.
-Àlex, know what I think?

You're losing it.

We've already done this.

We know how it ends, right?

This sh*t will bring you down again.

Take care.

Shall we go?

f*cking hell!

-Maybe our insurance will cover it.
-How long until they fix it?

They say six flats
have tampered with our supply.

Those squatters
cause nothing but problems.

What they did
to Adela's flat is terrible.

This fish will be f*cked in two hours.

-Do we have reservations?
-Three tables, all locals.

You want to cook, without power?

We can't afford to lose any clients.

We have the oven, the hobs,
we could grill some fish.

-We could do an extra sauce.
-No, no, no.

-Stroganoff or Port sauce.
-Come on.

We can't hang around.
Let's get going.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

-Lluís, are you open?
-Martí! Of course. Come on in.

Nothing stops us here.

Come in.

Wherever you want.

-Table for one?
-Here?

Yes, perfect.

-You're by yourself?
-Yes, no wife today.

-No wife?
-She's with some friends.

-Great. How are things?
-Great.

How about this?
Can Mosques plunged into darkness.

-Sounds nice.
-I'm a poet, like you!

Coming through!

Souha, can you cut a red pepper
into fine julienne?

Yes.

Elsi, can I get a pepper?

-Regi, keep an eye on the rices.
-I'm on it.

-Coming through.
-Careful.

I need three entrecôtes
and two steaks for table three.

Damn it, we need to sell some fish.
David, please.

-We need to sell fish.
-I do what I can.

Adela was so special.

She had quite a temper.

I still remember when she told us

they'd made barricades
with this street's paving stones.

Sorry for the delay.

Hi, I forgot to mention that the dish
of the day is monkfish.

It's delicious.

-To Adela.
-To Adela.

Leave that, love.
I'll do it, you're tired.

No, I'll finish it, don't worry.

It's her.

-Who? Claire?
-Yes.

-Answer it.
-Yes, yes, yes.

-Claire?
-Marta, sorry it's so late.

Don't worry, I'm working too.

I've been thinking about what you said

and I thought
we could give your proposal a go.

That's great.

-What were you thinking?
-I can't give you details at the moment.

We need to sign an NDA first,
as you can imagine.

Not even a hint?

Well, it's three buildings.

Two are on Hospital Street...

and another on Carretes Street.

Okay, great.
What's the next step?

Prepare a portfolio, help me sell you.

Okay, no problem.
I'll get on it now.

We'll meet to confirm everything.

-Good night, Marta.
-Good night.

What?

-She wants to give us the project.
-sh*t.

I need to convince Jaime and everyone

but... I don't think it'll be a problem.

Do you really think you can stop it?

Well...

If we're running
the Can Mosques building,

I can stall them a little.

We can buy some time...

and even make them back out.

Are you okay?

Yes.

I love you.

Get these drugs
out of our neighbourhood!

Get these drugs
out of our neighbourhood!

Get these drugs
out of our neighbourhood!

Get these drugs
out of our neighbourhood!

-Malukum Salam, David
-How's it going?

Same as always, right?
Meat for the fricandó.

Eh...
No, no, no, no.

I'll take some rump today.
Three kilos...

Okay.

Is the boss keeping an eye on you?

The cameras?

Me, and half the neighbourhood.

-Yes, things are messy.
-Yes.

-Anything else?
-No, that's it.

Tell me how much,
I'll put it on the machine.





-Not working?
-No.

Try putting it in.

-No?
-No.

You can pay tomorrow.
No problem.

Here.

Won't your boss mind?

It's fine.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Sorry.

I'm always late.
I'm a disaster.

-Don't worry.
-How are you?

-Great.
-Really?

-Yes, you?
-I'm great.

-Have you been waiting long?
-A little while.

A little while?
I'm so sorry.

I hope you don't mind,
but I've done some homework.

I've had a look
at the properties you said.

-The Carretes Street one...
-Hey, I know you're a hard worker.

Relax, you have my vote of confidence.

-Mean it? Okay.
-Yes.

I came to say my bosses are on board
and everybody accepts the contract.

-We're officially working together.
-Great.

And the property on Carretes
is a sure thing now.

It has a restaurant license,
which is rare.

We'll build a hotel.

A hotel?

Let's discuss that another time.

We're not at a bar
to discuss plans and numbers.

I need to switch off
for a f*cking second.

-Shall we start with a beer?
-Of course.

Excuse me,

two beers, please.

-Have you been here before?
-No, no.

-Do you live nearby?
-Yes, near here.

By yourself, or...?

With my partner.

Yes, and our daughter.

-You really are ambitious.
-Yes.

Thanks.

Right, here we go.

One for you...
and the other for you. Enjoy.

I heard the food's good here.
I'm starving...

Here's the menu.

-Good evening.
-Thank you.

Something to share?

Shall we put down a red carpet, too?

No, we just serve them as normal.

-Ask him for a review.
-We have the right to refuse entry.

What if he doesn't get up?

We call the police.
It's about dignity.

It doesn't mean
we can kick anybody out.

-He's a criminal!
-We've served a few politicians.

-I'll tell him to go.
-Àlex! Àlex! Àlex!

-What?
-Can't you see?

He'd love to see you
try to bust his face open.

I know you're living in your own film,
but this is a restaurant.

So he eats,
he pays and he leaves.

-The end.
-The end.

Whatever you say.

Since it's only your restaurant.

Come on, guys.

That looks delicious.

Thank you.

Hey.

A little more bread?

Don't wait for me, tuck in.

It smells unreal, bro.

-Hey.
-Hi, love.

What are you doing up?

Rita's staying at Nisrin's house.

Sit down.

What is it?

Well...

Claire wants to build a hotel
with a restaurant at Can Mosques.

That's why the rent offer is so high.

She doesn't want the money.

She wants your license.

Yes, but...

What about the squatters?

It's over. We have to stop them.

It's not a housing project
like the others.

A problem like that
won't make them back out.

They want a hotel.

They'll kick us out, whatever it takes.

And the structural flaws
you were talking about...?

They'll knock the building down
and build a new one.

No way.

So nothing we've done
will make any difference?

No.

Did Cristòbal know?

That doesn't matter now.

I'm sure that b*stard knew.
I'm sure he knew.

I think Claire assumes you won't sign

and you don't have the money
for the rent.

No, give me a moment. Please.

LEASEHOLD
RESTAURANT IN EIXAMPLE

Regi, a salad.

On it!

-David.
-What?

The fryer's broken.

-Did you check the plug?
-Yes.

This can't happen now.

-Get a salad ready.
-Okay.

Three potatoes for sides.

Mum, give me a cloth.

-Mum, a cloth.
-Here.

We're missing some mussels, right?
Lluís!

We're missing three mussels and a squid.

Any artichokes left?

-sh*t.
-Come on.

Regi, the side dish.

-Here.
-Mum.

-What?
-Don't shout. Here.

-Mum, here.
-Coming.

Entrecôte!

Mussels.

-Regi!
-Yes?

-Come here, please.
-Coming.

-Hold this f*cking box for me.
-Okay.

Come on, we're behind.

Seconds for table six.

One sausage missing, right?

I'm on it.

-What about the teams?
-They accept, but with new conditions.

One team for four cruise ships?
The rest at home.

In Valencia they don't divide by
containers.

We're negotiating, let's wait.

If it doesn't work, we'll meet again.

Do you represent us or them?

We're strong, we're negotiating well.
Let's wait a while.

We fought hard to modernise the port
and we lost jobs.

Who wants to strike?
Raise your hand.

Me! Me!

-Me!
-Not now. Really.

Trust us.

If it doesn't work in a few days
I'll be asking for a strike myself.

But we have to wait now.

f*ck, I wish...

Àlex.

What are you doing here?

f*cking hell, this is all I need.

Give me a moment
to talk to my brother.

-How's it going?
-Hey, David.

What is it?

Okay.

-Okay, what?
-Okay, I'm sick of this, you're right.

Let's burn it all down, whatever.
What do we do?

I don't know, David.

I don't know.

-You've given up?
-No, I haven't.

The fund don't want to renovate flats.

They don't want to rent them either,
they want hotel with a restaurant.

This is f*cked up.

I've been messing around
all this time,

putting squatters in, all for nothing.

So I don't know what to do,

enlighten me, I haven't a clue.

Your brother is stumped.

Àlex, stop. That's enough.

Stop, please.

Stop.

I get it.
What do we do now?

Marta says
we have to sign the contract.

And pay the rent how?

Àlex, we'd go bust in two months.

Have you seen the numbers?
The state of the neighbourhood?

The numbers are down by 40%.

-We need to buy time, okay?
-For what?

Marta wants to turn Can Mosques

into an emblematic place
so we can negotiate,

or f*ck knows what.

Okay, and how do we pay
the rent until then?

And how much time do we need?

...of our own neighbourhood!

They won't kick us out
of our own neighbourhood!

They won't kick us out
of our own neighbourhood!

Show your faces!

Show your faces!

Show your faces!

Show your faces!

Show your faces!

DRUG DEALERS GET OUT

DRUG FLATS OUT

Sons of b*tches!

Shame your parents couldn't come.

They don't need this hassle.

Àlex and David
are signing the contract, you know?

Yes.

-No problem.
-Hang on.

It says it's a two-year contract here.

-Conditions have changed.
-We'd agreed a 10-year contract.

Excuse me.

You don't have to sign.

It's your decision.

Thanks.

Delighted to still have you as tenants.

I'm here for anything you need.

Not a word to Mum and Dad.