03x03 - Llanto

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RECENT CALLS

Leave your message after the beep.

Linares. Why the f*ck
aren't you answering your phone?

How much time do you need
to screw up this guy's life?

Call me.

Eight-fifty to all units.
Officer injured at 25 Guadiana Street.

This is K-7 to 8-50.

The identity of the agent?

We don't have that information.

Goddammit. f*ck!

f*ck you to hell, you b*stard.

sh*t.

What the hell happened?

Don't know yet, Inspector.
We just got here.

It's Linares.

Out.

Son of a b*tch.

g*dd*mn m*therf*cker.

The hell are you looking at?

Huh?

CALLED ROMERO

Where's Ezequiel?

Bring me Ezequiel!

Oh...

You did what you had to do. All right?

Just enough to ruin my life, yeah?

You don't know that yet.

Did you see anyone?

I shot and took off, but...

I'm screwed, there are
cameras all over the place.

Dulce, I'm screwed.

Where are the drugs
they planted in your car?

Hmm.

I'll take care of the g*n.

The coke as well.

And this will help our plan a lot.

No, I'm not starting with that, no.

I'm going to turn myself in.
I can't take this, I can't...

I can't take...

You're not turning yourself in.

Today when you called...

Listen to me.

When you called me,

I thought you were gonna leave me hanging.

And you didn't, damn it. You have ba*ls.

The situation is almost
f*cking good news, okay?

For us both.

sh*t.

The police station.

They're calling me.

Don't answer that.

Oh, f*ck.

If you answer, they will catch on.

Now, just listen.

Go to your house.

And tomorrow,
you will go to the police station

and do your job like a normal day.

If they have anything on you,

or if someone saw you,

you'll know when
they put the cuffs on you, you got me?

Go home now.

sh*t.

WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

POLICE STATION

I'm keeping this one.

I don't think it's going
to look very flattering.

It smells like you.

Detergent is what that is.

Store brand, in fact.

For less than two dollars,
you can get the curtains to smell like me.

You're so silly.

I'm gonna miss you so much my love.

I'll miss you too.

I'll be back soon.
You act like I'm going for good.

You're not even
gonna have time to miss me.

I already miss you a little bit, Papa.

Hold down the fort.

Sanchís, my girlfriend's watching.

Hey. Take care.

The keys to the apartment.

Stay as long as you want.

And if you need anything, just call.

The breaker box, where towels
are located, that kind of thi...

What I need is for you to be quiet.

-Come here.
-Okay. Have a good trip.

Take care of yourself, alright?

Uh, say bye to Irene.

I bet you're relieved
I'm getting out of here, huh?

You're rid of me.

I miss him already.

Tell me those are onion tears.

They're for your
onion-headed friend back there.

He's gonna be okay, right?

Of course he is.
In Cadiz, it's forbidden to feel bad.

They kick you out of the province.

Cool. So then...

What do you say we warm things up a bit?

My God, did you see that?

Oh sh*t.

Let's go.

The... The... The hardware store.

It's on... on... on... It's on fire!

Ah!

-Santi!
-Santi, we're coming!

-Santi!
-Oh God.

We'll get you out of there.

-Ah!
-b*stards!

Those b*stards, I can't believe it.

Someone call
the fire department, please!

-Santi!
-Santi!

-Oh, thank God!
-Oh sh*t!

Whoa!

-The fire!
-Santi!

Your hand, what happened?

Nothing, I burned myself
trying to open the door.

I... I... I will call Tirso.

No! No, no, no, no!
Do not tell Tirso. Okay?

Listen, nobody will call him.

He needs to get out there no matter what.

-Uh...
-Yes? You understand?

Let me see.

Oh God.

Guys, anything I can help out with?

I can take this if you want.

-sh*t.
-Oh God!

I saw you and I said, "Maica,
stay away from the paint cans,

the fumes are affecting you."

Want to give me a hand?

I'm certain that in another life,
I was a good person.

To have you and your brother

here helping me out. Oh!

Well, truthfully, this morning
I wasn't so sure about coming.

What made you decide?

Well, you're my mother.

And I think everyone
deserves a second chance.

And plus, Papa's going to Cadiz

so he won't be able
to k*ll me for being here.

What's your father doing in Cadiz?

Hey, Pepe.

What?

To Santi?

Irene. Everything alright?

Grandpa, they're discharging Víctor.

The doctors say everything looks normal.

Well, that's amazing.

I'm so happy for both of you.

I keep looking at him, he's precious.

Now you just have to get better.

I asked to be discharged.

We're all going home.

Can you pick us up?

Why would you do that?

Don't lecture me right now.

Will you pick us up or not?

Grandpa, you there?

Yes, I'm on my way.

-Just give me 20 minutes or so.
-Thanks.

As of now, we have
no witnesses to the sh**ting,

and the m*rder weapon's still missing.

Linares' phone hasn't been located either.

And where's Ezequiel?
You haven't found him?

He won't answer his phone
and we have no idea how to locate him.

Fellas, your friend Ezeqs is back,

so let the criminals
tremble in their boots,

as well as the doctors,
because I bring you

all of this cholesterol.

Well, now we can
celebrate the death of Linares

because here's Ezequiel.

The great Ezequiel with his croissants.

You laughing at me, m*therf*cker?

In my office.

You must have some big ba*ls
to show up here like nothing happened,

you son of a b*tch.

But the Minister of the Interior
signed this document allowing me

to join the force again.

Where were you last night
between 10:00 and 10:30?

-What?
-Where the hell were you last night

between 10:00 and 10:30?

Might it be possible that
you've got me confused with someone else?

-The Minister of the Interior...
-An officer was m*rder*d.

I'm terribly sorry. Who?

Who is that, though?
I don't recognize the photograph.

You know him.

I know you do.

Because you were the one who k*lled him.

Oh my God, this is a prank.

Oh sh*t. You're messing
around with me, of course.

That's a really good prank.

You'd laugh if it was a prank,

or act like you were laughing
better than you're acting right now.

But I swear I'll make you cry.

Because I'm going
to put you away for 30 years, you b*stard.

Well, the way it usually works
with this type of prank,

if I remember correctly,

is you come up with a piece of evidence.

I don't have that evidence yet.

But I will find it.

I know it was you.

All right.

-Shh.
-He's a screamer.

Are you sure they didn't kick him out of
the NICU for bad behavior or something?

Grandpa.

I'm so happy.

It's so fantastic.

And just what kind of drugs
were they giving you in here?

Am I gonna have to sue the hospital?

Now I have everything,

We can finally go back to the house.

With Mom and with you.

What? What?

Irene. The thing is...

Uh...

I'll drive you to the house,

but then afterwards...

I have the paperwork.

We're free to go now.

Hello. Hey, there.
How are you, little guy?

Oh. Who's a little prince?

I'm parked just down the street.

I'll pull the car around to the front.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Yes, you are.

He looks so happy, doesn't he?

Jimena?

What are you doing here?

Papa!

What are you doing here? What about Cadiz?

I was going, but Irene was discharged
and needed a ride to the house.

Didn't anybody know about this?

Ah, yes, yes, yes, of course.

That's why I'm here too.
Why else would I be here?

Tirso?

-You?
-Oh, Mama, what a coincidence.

Didn't you leave the neighborhood?
You're like some kind of parasite.

I thought you were going to Cadiz.

How would you know about...

I can't believe it, Jimena.

That coffee in your
mother's hand is for you, right?

I'm gone for two minutes and
suddenly this woman's back in the family?

"Woman." That's a big
compliment coming from you.

It's been very convenient, all this talk
about leaving town for my own protection.

That way you get rid of me, right?

-Papa, please, let me try to explain...
-Papa!

What are you doing here?

And you too, Santi?

You two Judases.

Sneaking around with this one right here.

Papa, I'm allowed to see my own mother.

I'm a grown man
with no reason to hide anything.

What happened to your hand?

What hand?

What the hell happened to you, Santi?

Sons of b*tches.

Those g*dd*mn sons of b*tches.

They go and attack my business

and my family.

Papa.

Everyone's waiting for you
in the car outside.

And you're going to Cadiz.

No.

No, I'm not going anywhere.

Come on, Papa.

Drive them back.

But how? I can't drive!

Papa. What are you doing?

Papa!

Papa!

Wonder where he is?

Well, by Despenaperros, more or less.

Tirso drives pretty fast.

Mm-mm, I must be f*cked up.

I'm... I'm pretty sure I saw his grumpy face

through the window outside.

Oh sh*t, that's him.

Why didn't you call me?

They almost burned
my store down with my son inside.

But then why ruin the big surprise?

Not when I could see it
on the news tonight, right?

Why are you giving me the keys back?

Because I'm not going.

This is the neighborhood
where I raised a family.

And it wasn't easy.

I won't let them take it.

Not those f*cking gangsters. Not...

No one.

Understand?

No one.

You need to believe me.
I'm telling you it was the chief,

the captain, as you call him.

He was the one who wanted to put
the damn drugs in the trunk of my car.

He knows that
I k*lled his f*cking Smithers,

he knows that I did it.

Okay? I don't know why the hell
he isn't able to prove it, but he knows.

I mean, he said it right to my face.

Oh sh*t.

And why does a guy who doesn't know you

want to screw up your life? Huh?

Because sometimes people
get turned on by weird kinds of sh*t.

But you're the smart one,
so you tell me your thoughts.

Go ahead. Tell me.

All right.

Besides being a weirdo, he's your colonel,

and he must give no f*ck at all,

because if he really
put two bags of coke in your car,

it's party time around here.

Rata!

What's wrong, little rat?

What's wrong?

You're not happy
to see old friends or what?

Hello, Romero, sir.

It's good to see you
back in the neighborhood.

Wow.

You take the whole "piece of trash"
thing literally, don't you man?

Come on.

But don't f*ck with me, Romero.

For old-time's sake, brother.

Hmm.

For old-time's sake, brother,

you're doing me a favor.

I've got a piece of trash

and you're gonna help me clean it up.

Ezequiel.

This way.

Right here.

No, no, no, no, no.

This area was made for those, um...

Those little blue guys.

Those little gnomes.

Orders of the Inspector.

Go ahead. You can go in.

-Hey.
-Why are you here?

Are you getting some kind of medal?

Only a badge now.

No medal, just a badge now.

Letting you back on the force, huh?

Mm.

I guess these are desperate times.

Or it's that I'm irresistible.

Why are you here?
Has there been another m*rder?

No. Not yet.

I'm here filing a report.

Yesterday, they tried to m*rder me.

And today, the same people...

started a fire that injured my son.

You said it was the same people.
How you know that?

Well, because it was the same people,

those b*stard friends of Nata's.

At this moment, can you prove it?

No, I can't.

It was my hope that a few of you police

were doing your job here.

Yesterday, an officer was m*rder*d.

From right here in this office.

And today, of course,
everyone is pretty much a mess.

Ah, sure, sure.

My family and I are in mortal danger

and you're all doing nothing to put
these g*ng members in handcuffs. Right?

-Easy.
-What?

Stop with the martyr act,
you're making a fool of yourself.

Listen, you imbecile.

Those animals are coming after me.

And the only reason they are
is that I prevented that leader of theirs

from sh**ting you.

Remember that time
that I protected your damn a*s?

I recall perfectly well, Tirso.

Either put those
g*ng members in jail already,

or you will see another body
in the streets and that will be me.

Or worse, it will be my child,
and that's not happening. You understand?

Everyone here is
a real crazy mess right now,

so just give me a couple of days.

In a couple of days,
I'll probably be in the morgue.

So thanks.

For nothing.

f*ck all this, goddammit.

Sir.

There's a possible witness
to the death of Linares.

Okay. Oh!

Hello, dear.

Hi.

Two hours to put together two pieces!

Why don't you give me some help?
I think you were always good at puzzles.

I'm not staying, Mom.

Oh.

I'm not gonna come by anymore.

Ah.

Because your father is aware now?

Papa shouldn't be feeling like that.

He's always been there for me.

In his own way, he's been there. He has.

I understand.

It's your decision.

And I respect it.

You owe me nothing.

I'm the one who's in debt.

To you,

and your brother.

Even your father.

But just one thing.

Um, even though I owe you,

I'm still a little bit of a freeloader.

Just one favor?

What?

It's just...

Please, I'd love to see Víctor.

You know, just for a minute, at the house.

I wanna give him a kiss.

Irene is quite fond
of her grandpa, you know.

Hmm. I don't know
how she'd feel about this.

Well, dear, it's worth a try.

Otherwise, how will we know? Hmm?

I think everyone is capable of forgiving,

even your father.

I don't think Papa will forgive you, Mama.

Mm-hmm. Don't underestimate an Abantos.

Or your mother
when she has an electric tool.

Okay.

Let me talk to Irene.

-Great.
-Yeah.

-Ciao.
-Ciao.

Tirso!

Gladys.

What are you doing here?

Look, Gladys, I'm sorry, but I'm staying.

I know what you're going to say,

I'm putting myself in danger.

And I'm selfish,

and I don't think about your feelings,

but they attacked my family.

And my hardware store.

When I wasn't here to protect my own.

And that's not going to happen again.

Okay, I get it, Tirso.

Aren't you gonna

yell at me?

I already did.

I cried, suffered.

And despite all that, here you are.

What more is there?

I'm glad that you aren't furious, then.

If you're really not mad,
which I'm a bit unclear about.

I'm going, I need to get to the bar.

Don't you want
to come inside and see Víctor?

He's right in there.
And he won't stop crying.

Maybe you can help them out.

Nothing could sound better.

But I do need to help Pepe.

And even if I wanted
to take care of everyone,

I couldn't do it.

Easy question, Rata. Don't mess it up.

Are you sure you saw the face
of the guy who shot Linares?

It was very dark.

But yes, I saw his face.

Are you able to identify him

in these photos?

Don't need photos for this.

I know him.

And you do as well.

You.

Come to my office.

Just what I need,
a f*cking rat in the damn station.

You're under arrest
for the m*rder of Sub-Inspector Linares.

I got you, you son of a b*tch.

A witness saw you sh**t Linares.

And guess what else?

He knows who you are.

-That's your guy?
-Mm-hmm.

-The Rat?
-Uh-huh.

Should make for
a really reliable testimony.

Hey.

I don't give a sh*t if his testimony
isn't worth anything to a judge.

You hear me?

I have the perfect excuse to investigate

when you shake your d*ck
after you take a piss.

Now you'll have to
explain your whereabouts

on the night of Linares' death.

I have an alibi for that time.

-I was with a friend.
-You're f*cking lying!

You're a m*rder*r.

-You know the best part?
-No.

I'm going to get forensics

to analyze your hands
for traces of gunpowder residue.

How will you explain that?

Give me your badge.

You never deserved it.

It's over on my desk.

Andrade.

Handcuff this man.

Handcuffs aren't...

aren't necessary for me
to give you my badge.

Hey!

Drop it. Drop...

Ezequiel!

Don't do it.

This is what you'd like,
isn't that right, Romero?

Well, f*ck you.

There's no ammunition.

m*therf*cker. You m*therf*cker!

I'm sorry I screwed up
your little forensics test

for gunpowder residue.

Andrade.

Take this son of a b*tch into custody
before I sh**t him myself.

Let's go. Let's go, come on. Move it.

sh*t!

Mom, why won't he stop crying?

Sometimes babies are just too mature

and get frustrated
that they can't communicate.

I read it somewhere.

Have you also read
where they happen keep the off button?

No.

Hey, so I was, um...

I was with my mother.

And she wanted me to ask you

if it would be okay to come
here and meet the baby.

And Grandpa?

No one would say anything.

Don't make me lie for her.

If you can forgive her,
Mom, that's really great.

But she behaved badly to Grandpa.

Yes, I know.

She behaved badly to me
and your grandfather and to Santi.

But that's our burden.

At your age, it's all black and white.

But you have to
put yourself in another's place.

Yes, I know.

I'm putting myself in Grandpa's.

I know, my sweetheart.

But please let her meet him.

Do it for me.

It's not so easy being a mother.

Sweetheart.

Running a bit late, aren't you?

You're ahead of time, brother.

Have you turned 12 yet?

Quit f*cking around and get Nata.

They m*rder*d her.

And I'm her blood.

So from here on out,

if you want to do business,
it happens with me.

No thanks.

I brought cash.

Do it.

g*dd*mn it, these b*stards.

We pay well. I'm reliable.

You can give me a trial run.

Touch my motorcycle again,

I'll rip your hand off.

Wait to hear from us.

There, there, little one...

There, honey.

Can you please stop recording?

It's our first day all together.

I want to remember it.

There, little thing.

This is a day I would prefer to forget.

What's the matter?

I feel like throwing him out the window.

Oh, I'll throw you right out!

-Nelson.
-Mmm?

He's not crying.

Bounce him, don't
stop bouncing, yeah, yeah.

Oy, oy, oy. Oy, oy!

Isn't he a bit young
to be learning reggaeton?

And if you keep moving Víctor like that,

the only thing you'll get
is his vomit everywhere.

Where have you been?

You had me concerned.

Don't worry.

If anything happens to me,
you have your mother.

That is not fair.

I was being serious.

There...

-Oh. Víctor.
-Oh.

-Come here.
-Ugh. Bring me a towel.

There we are, love. Wait, wait.

Hi, little prince, hello.

I don't like children,
but I had two.

I brought them up
to the best of my ability.

And I was there.

Hello, ma'am.

I'm Inspector Romero,
and this won't take much time.

Are you acquainted with
Sub-Inspector Fandino?

Of course, who isn't?

In the neighborhood,
he's basically a superhero.

I owe him my life.

Is he here?

And you were with Mr. Fandino
until ten o'clock last night?

Is that correct?

Perhaps. Uh...

I don't look at my watch a lot.

-Why?
-Oh, a formality.

Sign right there, please.

What's this?

A declaration.

Written before you talked to me.

No, no, no.
Where is Ezequiel? I want to see him.

He's been arrested
for k*lling a policeman.

Yesterday.

After seeing you at ten o'clock.

Please, if you'd sign the statement.

No, I will not.

Sign the statement
and there won't be any problem here.

No.

You're his wh*re, is that right?

And you want to play savior too?

But this is not a game.

If you don't sign

you'll be f*cked.

That's not necessary.

I was already f*cked.

Last night.

Ezequiel.

And we were together past ten o'clock.

Yes. I'm his wh*re.

If you put that on paper,

I will sign it.

Right now.

Otherwise, you can rot in Hell.

No one wants to offer me a drink?

Ezequiel.

Ezequiel.

Ezequiel.

Leave us alone.

Your friend... I mean, your little wh*re

gave you an alibi.

You're free.

But not for long.

Why the hell are you coming after me?

Tell me, tell me.
You never tell me anything anymore.

Because you k*lled Linares.

-Is that enough?
-You're lying.

You were after me even before

they put a b*llet in the head
of your f*cking friend Smithers.

You had become too famous.

It wasn't personal.

But now it is.

Want to know
the difference between the two of us?

People like me.

But not you.

And in this life it's more important
to be liked than it is to be honest.

So, listen to me, I'm a really good liar.

I can play dirty, just like you.

-Stop it, you m*therf*cker. Stop it.
-He wants to k*ll me!

-He wants to k*ll me!
-Stop.

-He wants to k*ll me!
-Get in here.

-Take him away.
-He wants to k*ll me!

f*ck. Jesus.

He was trying to k*ll me!

-Get him out of my sight.
-He wants to k*ll me!

He wants to k*ll me!

He wants to k*ll me! Ah!

He's trying to k*ll me.

He wants to k*ll me.

Goddammit!

Good... Good night, everyone.

Come in early tomorrow.

Come in rested.

Okay.

-Bye.
-See you tomorrow.

Oh jeez, why don't you
go home already, for God's sake?

It's just I realized I had to pee.

Well, I'm going home
so I can finally see my grandson.

Pepe, Pepe!

Someone's in the ha... hardware store.

I tried to call Tirso,

but I guess he's a... a... asleep already.

It's those... those... those gangsters

preparing something
bad for Tirso, I think.

No way, no f*cking way.

Take these. Keys to the store.

-All right.
-Come on.

Uh...

-Freeze, m*therf*cker!
-Oh! f*ck.

You idiots scared me half to death!

Are you morons?

Is this a joke, or what?

We thought
the g*ng members had broken in

and they were trying
to get rid of you or something like that.

You almost saved them the trouble.

And you?

What are you doing down here?

There's no sleeping with that kid.

He's a budding Wagnerian.

So you sleep here a...all alone?

No, no, no, that isn't very safe.

I'm calling my friend Luis
who's a security camera salesman.

Tomorrow, you put one in.

This can't continue.

No, this can't continue.

But things are gonna change.

So don't worry about it.

Oh? What are you up to, Tirso?

What did you do all day?

Mostly, I was watching
a den on Plasencia Street

where these assholes hang out
and do their stupid g*ng stuff.

When I was there, some bikers arrived.

They were going
to do business, I'm sure of it.

They took out a backpack
that was full of cash.

So all I have to do is watch
and wait for when they do the deal

and take a few photos
to give to the police

and the scumbags will all be in jail then.

But isn't it better
to leave all that to the police?

The police, no, they made it
very clear they don't give a sh*t.

So I'm alone.

No you're not.

You're never alone.

No, Pepe, no.

I don't want you to get into
any trouble because of me.

It's not just for you.

It's also for our own health.

Do you have any idea
how badly it scared us

thinking they were in here?

And I... I can watch them.

It's just sitting and watching,
which is what I do everyday.

You see, it's not such a big deal.

For the Third Company.

Third Company, until we die!

I'm sorry.

But it's just...

it's not going to work out.

Because, the thing is,
I like them much bigger.

You haven't even seen it.

I meant the bike, not you.

Hey, girl.

What the hell are you doing?

Be careful, Tirso.

Even the mighty fall sometimes.

Did those bad guys give you that new face?

No way.

The problem is,
life as a top model is really hard.

Will you excuse me?

-Hello.
-Where the hell were you?

We need to meet up.

And right now.

Okay.

Back up. Give me some space.

Another police union asking for your head.

Since you got to the neighborhood,
there's been attacks and fires,

the gangs are out of
control and there's a dead cop.

And what do you come up with to solve it?

Attacking the only officer
who has done anything

to improve the image of this shitty place.

Accusing the hero of Entrevías
of k*lling someone!

Is there something wrong with you?

You handle this.

Back up, don't make this worse.

Ezequiel's a troublemaker
but he's very smart.

He has managed to convince everyone

I have some grudge against him.

Yeah. Isn't it the truth?

No.

Linares was following Ezequiel
the night he was k*lled.

Following him. Why?

My instincts told me
that there was something bad.

And I wasn't wrong.

Linares found something out.

He called for backup to arrest someone

and was k*lled.

Guess who that person was.

You have 24 hours
to bring me something incriminating.

If you don't,
I will throw you to the beasts.

Whoa.

Who did all that to your face?
Was it the Inspector?

No, but officially, yes.
I screwed with him a little bit.

But can we please cut to the chase?
I've got a terrible headache.

Yes, relax, it'll take a minute.

So the word on the street is

that your little birdy friends

are almost out of drugs.

They need to re-up now,
so they put in a call to these bikers,

something like Johnny Leopard, I think.

-Ring a bell?
-No sh*t.

No sh*t, no sh*t.

That guy smuggles
a ton of junk in this country.

He's certainly smuggling
something inside of his pants.

Keep that part to yourself.
I don't need to hear about that.

But the good thing is that his phone

accidentally fell into my pocket.

This new leader of Nata's g*ng
is just a little brat.

and I can make him think that
he's buying drugs from those bikers,

cheat him...

...and steal all his f*cking money.

Our job couldn't be easier,

as long as they
run out of drugs and money.

We'll have them right where we want 'em.

I'm smart as hell, aren't I?

Since you are so smart and so Mulan,

there surely must be a way
you can take care of this yourself,

because I can't.

I can't leave my Inspector alone.

No way, that guy
just can't live without me.

You guys have
a pretty toxic relationship, huh?

-Hi, Mama.
-Hi!

Come in, she's in the bedroom.

Did I go back in time here?

This is all...

completely the same.

Except there are no photos of you.

Hello.

Hello, flower.

Oh, goodness, what a beautiful baby.

Oh my. Oh yes.

Please, could I hold him?

Oh my God. Come here, sweetheart.

Oh, come here, sweet thing.

Oh, that little head.

What's the matter, darling?

Is he hungry?

He doesn't hold tightly to my nipple.

Yeah. And it hurts you, right?

A bit.

Mm-hmm. It happens. Shh. There, there.

But there are tools.

When I was in Africa,
I apprenticed with a doula.

Want to try?

No, no it's fine.

Yes, but why not try? Come.

Come, sit down. Come on.

Okay. Okay. You go with Mama.

Yes, you're with Mama.

Hold him.

Hold him.

There you are.

Oh, that little head. Oh, oh, oh.

That baby head.

All right, my little boy, that's good.
Yes, baby, good. There you go.

Now, try to get him on there.

That's it. Yes, that's it.

Sometimes if we open the palate a little

it makes it a bit easier for them.

Good, baby boy. All right.

All right, yes. Yes.

-Yes, sweet boy, that's right.
-Look, he's breastfeeding.

-Yes, of course he is.
-Sweetheart.

-That's good.
-Does it hurt you?

Yes. Yes.

-Not much.
-Yes.

-Yes.
-And he's quiet.

Yes. Finally!

Grandpa was right on,

You really are a witch.

He calls me a witch?

-Yeah.
-How horrible.

I'm taking him a sandwich.

Wait, wait. But, Pepe,
I haven't even eaten yet.

It won't take long. Be right back.

Are you ever gonna speak to me again?

And you?

You aren't going
with your friends to play soldiers?

Do you think I'm stupid?

That I haven't noticed
that you're up to something?

Come on, Gladys, you need to understand.

They attacked my son.

My business.

I have to be here.

You know damn well that's not the reason.

We had convinced you
that leaving here was the best move

and you understood.

Now you changed your mind?

Look me in the eye
and swear it wasn't for her.

-For her?
-Yes.

For Maica.

Sure, it's a part.

But not for the reason you think, Gladys.

If I'm gone,
that witch will pounce on my family,

and that's unacceptable.

Do you realize what you said there?

That you'd put
everybody else in danger around here,

yourself, your friends,

you'd risk our relationship
just because your ex is back?

Well, if you put it like that...

I don't know if it's because you hate her

or adore her.

But it's clear that you are willing
to do anything for that woman.

But not for me.

What are you talking about?

No one here cares about how I'm doing.

If I'm starving,
well, that doesn't matter,

or if I've been waiting to see
my newborn grandson for three days

while I'm stuck frying chicharrones.

I always take care of others. Always.

Of Nelson, and Alicia, and you.

Even Ezequiel.

I'm the f*cking mop
that cleans up everyone else's sh*t.

But no one takes care of me.

Not even you, Tirso.

Don't say that.

You're incredibly important.

But not nearly enough.

Everybody get out.

No need to pay, because it's on me.

Come on, you heard me.

-Thanks, Tirso.
-It's on me.

But you have to leave.

Come on, come on, Jorge.

Don't eat Pepe's crap, man, come on.

-So long.
-Let's go.

-See you.
-Okay, see you later.

What is this?

Have you lost your mind?

I had you right there,
in front of my face,

without even realizing I was hurting you.

I'm so sorry.

I swear, I'm done playing soldier games.

I promise I'll take care of you.

From now on.

And that starts with you getting
to spend some time with your grandson.

I'll talk to Pepe.
If he has to close the bar, let him.

But first,

you need to eat something.

But what...

What are you doing?

I'm cooking.

No way!

And what are you cooking?

Um...

Are there canned goods?

Oh, my dear Lord.

Everyone, I have good news!

The phone company
has located Linares' cell phone.

You three, in your cars.

Ezequiel,

you too.

Linares' cell phone has been down
for the last couple of days.

But it came back online a few hours ago.

According to the phone company,
it's in this area.

I'm gonna call it.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Look at garbage cans,
sewers, anything that you can see.

Find the owner of this car.

That car is mine, Inspector.

Well, come here.

Open it.

I said open it. Or should I get a warrant?

Give me some gloves.

Bingo.

The phone that went missing
the night Linares was m*rder*d

was in your car.

How the f*ck do you explain that?

Officer.

Handcuff him.

Yo, yo, yo. It's... It's from those bikers.

They want to do a purchase now.

-They want it pronto. Man, we gotta go.
-Yeah, let's do this sh*t.

Heads up.

The cho... cho... chorizo?

I always just, uh, burp it up.

You get to enjoy it twice.

It's Tirso.

Hey, man.

Listen, uh, Pepe, you have, uh,
some cans here that don't have a label.

Are they expired?

-What now?
-What did he say?

He's talking about cans.

-He's speaking in code.
-I don't get it.

We're in front of the gangster's den.

No news so far.

No, no, no, uh...

Change of plans.

Just get out of there.

I don't want
any trouble for either of you.

A bit late for that, isn't it?

When you coming?

I can't do it.

You were right.
It's too big a deal for us.

We need the police.

Psst. Come on, get in, man.

We're leaving, okay? Here, hold this.

Pepe. They... They're leaving.

What should I do?

-What's happening?
-Target's on the move.

With backpacks on.

The... The main guy.

Ah, maybe they... they're going for a hike.

Backpacks?

They're moving money.

Okay, tail them.

I can't come right now
because I'm having lunch with Gladys.

But don't let them out of your sight.

All right.

Tirso's not coming. He's with Gladys.

He builds us up
and then stays with his girlfriend?

We sh... shouldn't do anything.

Start the car, damn it,
we're losing them.

The captain has some...

some nerve.

Mademoiselle.

Tomato slices with olive oil on top.

And...

What is that green thing?

Um... Uh...

That's the olive oil cap, yeah.

Tomato slices with olive oil
and tuna from the Cantabrian Sea.

I think.

The can didn't have a label on it.

Wow.

I am so impressed.

Me too.

Hear that?

Chopin.

I want the lady to enjoy this meal

with all five of her senses.

Hey, can't you see the sign, you moron?

It's closed!

Tirso, Tirso.

All to your liking, mademoiselle?

Hey.

Why the sad face?

Where's that charm now, Ezequiel?

Uh, Inspector, I'm going to
need to make my phone call.

Mm.

Call your lawyer if you want.

But not even God can save you now.

Or that little nun you're screwing.

Boom! Go ahead.

Okay, okay, okay.

Abantos Hardware.

Hey, big guy.

I need you to do me a favor
and I need you to do it extremely well.

Because I'm risking a 20-year disaster.

Twenty years of getting f*cked
in the slammer by everyone, okay?

I... I... I'll follow them...

but they're going to see us, right?

Turn in there.

Come on, man.

Shh.

This is the dumpster
he mentioned in the message.

He wants us to leave the money here.

Hey! Where're the drugs at?

f*ck, man.

He hung up.

"Don't call because
they may be listening."

"Just leave the money
in the dumpster and go,

then wait for further instructions."

What is all this sh*t?

Think I'm gonna leave the money there?

NO f*cking WAY I LEAVE THE CASH
IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE DRUGS

"As you wish, good riddance."

Son of a b*tch, man!

What do we do now?

Where do we get our drugs?

We only have ten grams left!
We're screwed.

OK. I'LL LEAVE YOU THE MONEY.

Get in the car.

Start it.

Very nice, little brat.

They left the backpack
inside the dumpster.

Here they come!

Let's go take a look.

Holy sh*t.

Yeah?

Ready to talk business with us?

What the f*ck is this?

We just left the money where you said.

What the hell are you talking about, man?

m*therf*cker!

No! Turn around now, they just screwed us.

Hurry up! Come on.

Ah, excuse me. It's just,
I'm waiting to hear about the insurance

for the hardware store.

Yeah. It's them.

I'll just take a second, okay?

And... I'll get the dessert.

-Hello?
-We're at the dry port now.

Where they keep all those containers.

-Those gangsters left the money here.
-Great.

And the drugs?

No idea. There's only the cash.

Did you take any photos
of them dropping off the money?

Did we take photos?

No... No, I didn't take any.

Tirso, if you want us
to take some photos of the dough now,

we have the backpack.

Why the hell would you take the money?

Don't you realize
it's a piece of evidence?

Oh, oh, oh, Pepe, Pepe.

A car is coming.

A car is coming.

Hide the van, don't let them see us.

-sh*t, sh*t.
-What's going on?

I think it's them, the gangsters.
They're going to find us.

-Well, are you armed?
-I... I didn't bring anything.

And I just brought a sandwich.

Calm down.

I'm coming. I'll be right there.

What is that, Tirso?

Pepe and Sanchís, they're in trouble.

You were talking to them
this whole time, right?

You just lied right to my face.

If you walk through that door,
don't bother coming back.

Those two are my men.

I will not let them down.

Those m*therf*ckers!

When we left there was a van back there,

Now it's gone.

I'm sure it's theirs.

They have to be close.

I'll block the exit,
you guys look for them.

Damn!

Come on. They have to be around here.

You're disgusting.

There's nothing more disgusting
than k*lling a fellow cop.

Yes.

But you know what's pretty f*cking cool?

For a police chief to gather false
information against another cop,

that's pretty f*cking cool.

Don't push it, Ezequiel.

No one believes that bullshit.

Or your lies.

Before you arrest me,

you should take a look at the video
that guy over there has brought in.

The big boy right there.

Because a video is worth a lot more
than all the bullshit I'm hearing in here.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about this morning
when you tailed me.

Because I saw you.

You're a bit
of a disaster doing follow-ups.

I happened to wonder, "Oh sh*t,

what if that police chief
is still obsessing over me

and wants to ruin my life?"

And so, from... from pure precaution,

from pure precaution,

it seemed like a good idea
to park right in front of a...

hardware store where they had
just installed a camera because

they say Entrevías is
a bad neighborhood and, well,

personally, I find Entrevías
to be a great neighborhood.

God damn it, f*ck him.

No, f*ck you, Romero.

f*ck you, as*h*le.

-I'll be right back.
-Hey, where are you going?

To take a look around.

Oh God.

They're coming this way. They have g*ns.

Do you think if we
give them the money, in a nice manner,

they will just let us go?

Why not? They could invite...
invite us... us out for a beer.

There's only one choice.

To face them straight on.

Pepe.

Oh, oh.

Don't move

or I'll put a third eye in your face.

Drop the g*n now.

Come on, drop the g*n.

Where did my friends go?

Those van guys are your buddies?

Because they'll be dead soon.

Then you'll know what it feels like.

Where are my friends,

you piece of garbage?

You ready?

Soldier, it has been an honor
to serve next to you.

The... the same for you, my sergeant.

One,

two, three.

What the hell happened here?

I have no... no idea.

Let's say it's drugs.

Who the hell are you?

The girl you m*rder*d, I'm her cousin.

My name's Tente.
Nice to meet you.

So how's the store looking?

That was your son in there?

So that was you.

I swear on my mother,

next time I sh**t,
I will not miss your head.

You're a spoiled little kid.

Tirso, get in.

Come on, Captain.

Stay right there.

Come on, let's go.

You okay? What happened?

It's all been ve... very strange.

But, in the end, we got away with it.

And we have the dough. Look.

Where's the money?

It seems an apology is in order.

The Inspector's behavior
does not suit his position.

I suppose that when the world
sees a video of the Chief Inspector

planting false evidence,

well, sh*t, he won't be
suitable for very much, will he?

What video?

No one has seen a video.

Never will.

And I assure you the inspector
will never bother you again.

Never.

Then I'm going to accept
an apology when it's offered.

There we go, let him apologize to me.

"Ezequiel, you are a brilliant cop,
you m*therf*cker,

and you are not a m*rder*r."

Or are you afraid
you'd end up insulting me?

Ezequiel is a great cop.

You missed the most important part.

Ezequiel's not a m*rder*r.

That was from the heart.
That was from the heart.

Very good.

Fix the damn neighborhood,

and forget Ezequiel.

Whatever happens now, you're on your own.

We clear?

Fanny wants a divorce.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

This is bad news, I take it.

You think I could sleep at your place?

Not a chance.

If you don't act on this
and I get shot by this piece of sh*t,

Gladys is gonna blame it on your a*s.

Will you marry me?

-Amanda?
-I need you to come and visit me.

I really
needed to see you as well.

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

No sh*t, same with me.

-What?
-She quit as my cook.

-I should start my own catering business.
-That's a truly inspired idea.

You'd really trust me
to cook all the kid's meals?

Of course I would.

But in return, you find the
son-of-a-b*tch who m*rder*d Sandro.

We couldn't produce any
evidence against Nelson.

But he is the suspect?

Nelson!

Tirso! They took Nelson!

I'll find him, I promise you.

You finish that guy off, then come back.