Tirso.
Are you sure you're okay?
I just want to go back to my house now.
Okay. Whatever you want.
One of my men will accompany you. I have to take care of something urgent.
Listen, uh…
I'm sorry.
Tirso, I feel awful.
I let myself be played.
I just wanted to…
Amanda.
Here he is.
Papa.
Are you all right?
Yeah?
Comrade.
Thank you for everything.
I also wanted to come help you out,
but this asshole stuck me with the hard part,
dealing with his aunts.
All right, come here.
Don't be jealous, come here.
Tirso.
I love you.
And I love you too.
WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS
Good morning, Inspector.
Sara…
I need to inform Camila's family,
is there a number to contact them?
Her mother's number is in her cubicle.
Thank you.
-Also, Inspector, in your office-- -No more for now.
Thank you.
Oh…
What the hell are you doing here?
You're just like me, you know.
Just like me, you're always showing up late for work.
The judge took forever. I was there for the removal of the body.
I talked to Camila's…
to her mother.
You look really bad, Ezequiel. You should be in the hospital.
I should be…
There are so many places I should go, Amanda.
The hospital…
jail, into the hellfire…
It's not your fault, Ezequiel.
That woman was corrupt, she tricked us all.
No worse than me or you, and you know that perfectly well.
You know what I mean, don't you?
She's no worse than me or you.
But we're police, Ezequiel.
We chase the bad guys.
What if I'm the bad guy?
What are you even saying?
What if I'm the corrupt one?
And that girl actually just…
wanted justice?
And I'm the killer because…
What are you talking about, Ezequiel?
You don't-- Ezequiel!
Ezequiel, Ezequiel!
Oh, shit.
Call an ambulance. Call an ambulance, now!
Mm…
Hey, good morning.
Did you sleep well?
Mm-hmm.
And you?
Me?
Marvelously well.
I was with you.
What could be better?
It's time for us to get out of bed, get dressed.
They're waiting for you.
Oh?
-Who? -Your children.
Wow, you're up late.
If I'd known, I'd have brought stew instead of croissants.
So what's going on here?
Well, we want to celebrate that it's all solved
and you're back at home.
And also because we need to talk.
Well, you had better talk quickly because
the burial for Sanchís' mother is 30 minutes from now.
What is this about?
About this, Papa.
Why didn't you tell us you were sick?
Why not?
That fucking asshole doctor.
To not make you suffer.
Oh, no.
Much better to deceive us, lie to us.
And try to push me away rather than to let me help you.
You would help me?
Help me to die?
I'm sure I can do that alone.
We still don't know if you're dying, Papa.
You need to have an operation
and get that thing out of your head.
No.
Papa, this morning we went to the hospital.
Your doctor said the fact you're still standing is unbelievable.
He said it's a miracle.
That sounds very scientific, sure.
Papa, tomorrow there is time to do your surgery.
But there aren't any openings at all after tomorrow.
I do have a mass in my head,
but the bigger ones are inside your ears.
I said no.
My love,
I know that you're scared.
It's understandable.
But it's the only possibility that's left
for you to stay alive, Tirso.
To stay here with us.
I'm not afraid of dying.
Never was afraid.
But I'm not going out defeated and small.
Humiliated in a hospital bed.
Not my style.
It's not my destiny. That will not change.
You're gonna let yourself die? Is that your style?
Leaving us alone, without fighting.
That's exactly what I don't want.
To leave you alone.
Not today. Not right away.
All of your lives are upside down, right?
As long as I'm able to be here to help you get through everything…
I'll be here.
And after that,
I'll be ready to go.
Have a nice day.
Tirso.
Tirso!
Where are you going?
To Sanchís' mother's burial.
The thing is, people get old
and pass away.
That's life, I guess.
And after that?
Maybe I'll go buy some bread, or…
Have a couple beers, don't know.
Maybe I'll sit on a bench somewhere picking my nose.
That's my style, though. I'm sort of an improviser.
Yes, yes. I know you very well.
And I don't trust you one bit, Tirso Abantos.
It's not for us you won't have the operation.
It's not about leaving us stranded or being bedridden.
The real reason is…
It's for Romero.
Look at me and tell me
you're not going in search of that murderer.
I think I know the neighborhood he's hiding in.
It's a suburb that's out--
Tirso, please!
Gladys…
That son of a bitch has to pay for what he did to Irene.
Every single road ends up going in the same direction,
to Irene.
That's right.
Because he murdered her.
I won't be able to hug her
or see her smiling face ever again.
My love…
I know and I'm so sorry.
But murdering Romero isn't going to bring Irene back to us.
And if you don't get that surgery tomorrow,
you'll be leaving us behind!
After all that, the bastard will get away.
We're going to lose and he will win.
I'm a soldier and I've got my mission.
Either I win or die,
that's the way this ends.
-Good morning. -Hello.
Hello.
Jacobo, 27 Guzman Street,
and then the office. Hurry, please.
It's bad manners not to say good morning.
Don't you think so?
Matilda, Matilde…
I can't remember.
Romero.
Why are you here?
I'm leaving the neighborhood.
I just have to fix one more loose end.
Then I'll disappear forever.
So I want my money.
You realize I don't have that kind of cash on me.
I want it tonight.
And if you try to play me,
instead of gangsters,
I will be killing executives.
It's the same shit,
but with suits.
Ah.
One more thing.
Get Jacobo outta the trunk before he suffocates.
-René? -Yes?
Something happened.
I'm going to need your help with it.
And I need your discretion.
Can we speak?
Of course. Uh, when?
Right away.
He plays the good guy, doesn't he?
He's an abuser, though.
You're not wrong.
Leave it now.
What's happening?
There's a man outside, wants to talk to Uncle Rafael.
-Rafael. -Yes?
There's a man who wants to talk to you outside.
Talk to me about what?
Not sure, he says has something he wants to show you.
Hmm. Well, okay.
Get him. Bring him to me.
Eugenio, bring him in.
Go on.
And who are you?
My name's Tirso.
Tirso Abantos.
And I'm looking for a criminal.
All right.
Why are you looking around here?
I'm looking here
because he's family of yours.
His name is Romero.
Oh shit. Hmm.
I don't know where he is.
Bullshit.
I know he's hiding somewhere here.
And that you're helping him.
And if you help a criminal
that makes you a criminal.
I swear on my family's graves I'm not.
And that means a lot.
Swear to me you know nothing about where he is then.
There are two sacred things in life,
honor and family.
I agree with you on that.
That damn son of a bitch murdered my granddaughter.
I won't stop looking until I find him.
You tell him.
Get out of here.
You tell him.
You get the hell out.
And don't come back.
Goddamn.
Oof.
Ah, shit, the balloons.
Uh…
Hmm.
Oh, there it is.
-Hello. -Oh, shit!
You… You scared me.
The hell are you doing?
Uh…
Well, nothing, just popping balloons.
-Uh-huh. -And you?
What're you doing here?
The thing is,
I've decided to come back home.
-Ah. -Mm-hmm.
I'm not going to be afraid of fear, not anymore.
I'm gonna meet it eye to eye.
You were so right, Santi.
-Oh, really, I was? -Mm-hmm.
Well, maybe I'm one of those gurus or something.
I'm gonna face that pathetic son of a bitch who tried to kill me.
And you're going to help.
-Me? -Mm-hmm.
I mean, I'm not afraid of it. Well, a bit scared, but…
Help you how?
For the moment, the same thing.
Let me hide here, so nobody knows I'm back in the neighborhood.
All right, that I can do.
Here he is.
Hello, my love.
So everyone's here again?
I think there are subway stations with less people in them
than my living room.
I told them about our argument earlier.
What are these two doing here?
Taking me to the hospital in handcuffs?
No, Papa.
But they have something to say.
-Want a coffee? -No.
We know how to catch Romero.
And how's that?
Yes, so, the same people who hired René
to bring down the crime rate in the neighborhood,
it seems they also hired Romero, under the table,
to chase away the local gangsters.
Sons of bitches.
It's something.
But knowing who's paying Romero
is not exactly the same as arresting him.
No.
But we've got a plan.
We will be arresting him, and it's going to happen tonight.
Today, I was contacted by an executive from the company.
She's giving a million euros to Romero to pay him for the work.
She's scared and asked me to help her with it.
When Romero shows up for the cash,
we'll be waiting for him.
And we'll arrest him.
Papa.
Not everything in this world is your responsibility.
There's going to be a time when you have to leave things for us to manage.
And now is that time.
Look, Tirso…
That son of a bitch hasn't just caused you suffering.
Every day, I see the pain in Jimena's eyes.
And I don't forgive him.
I'm arresting that asshole.
That, I promise you.
All right, then.
I'm giving you my trust.
Wonderful. Because your bag is already packed.
We're leaving for the hospital.
You call that pouring a beer?
You assassinated it.
For the love of God.
Are you here for a beer or are you just gonna fuck with me?
Well, he's here for the beer,
I'm here to fuck with you.
Tirso!
What's with the bag?
Well, I'm on my way to the hospital and I saw you here.
I came to say goodbye.
-The h-h-hospital? -Uh-huh.
I'm checking in tonight and tomorrow's my surgery.
Well, wonderful.
The sooner they operate, the sooner you're back at home.
-Yeah, sure. -Absolutely.
And modern medicine has gotten very sophisticated.
Mm.
You know, my cousin had to have a lung transplant,
but the surgery was just three little holes. Incredible.
Nah, I'm lying. I just wanted to help you.
What's going on? No one's drinking beer?
Pour me a drink, Nelson.
No! No, no, no, no.
Move aside.
This calls for a toast.
Move aside, I'll pour this one.
You bring an appetizer.
Yeah, but make it quick, my family's waiting for me.
Of course.
Good. So, um…
For…
For the Third Company.
Third company until we die.
At ease.
See you soon, soldiers.
All the best, Tirso.
See you soon, m-my captain.
See you soon.
It'll be all right. He fought battles worse than this.
Well then, now you have officially accompanied me.
There's my room. I haven't gotten lost.
You can leave now.
You sure?
Because… we'll stay and keep you company.
For…
encouragement.
You all had better go now. Go on.
Papa, I know it's not the best time to talk about this, but…
I wanted to tell you that we're planning to reopen the foundation.
-Really? -Yes.
Nelson and I are both in this together.
We've realized that…
it's our dream, it's our future.
We're gonna do it.
No matter what it takes.
I think that's wonderful.
You have to fight for the things that you desire.
And…
I'm going to get my kids back, Papa.
Fanny and I have been discussing and we both agree.
I feel prepared.
And I'm ready.
I need to have my kids back with me.
That's great, Santi.
I'm happy for you.
Get some good sleep tonight. Hm?
See you first thing in the morning, all right?
Just before your operation.
See you tomorrow, Papa.
Mm.
Ah, no. Not a chance, my love.
I'm staying for a while so I can help you organize all of your things.
My pajamas and my toothbrush?
I think I'll be able to manage, Gladys.
Sure, sure, sure. Come on, bye.
I'm very proud of the both of you.
Okay. Let's go.
My love, listen to me.
I packed your slippers and some thick socks
just in case you get cold tonight,
so you don't freeze, okay?
Okay. And something else,
the tube of toothpaste is nearly empty,
but I think it will be good for the morning.
Gladys. Stop.
It's all going to be just fine.
You know that, right?
Yes.
Careful you don't get turned on. You know you can't fuck in here, right?
You're kidding me.
Ezequiel? What are you doing here?
I'm here, Gladys, inside this hole,
because the food is free.
What were you saying about "It's going to be fine," Tirso?
Tomorrow, they're operating.
They already stuck the finger in your ass, huh?
Of course, the prostate at your age is unforgiving.
It's something else. They're operating on his head.
Someone's head is even more screwed up than mine is.
Tirso, fifty percent of all operations to the head
end with the person pushing daisies.
So, if you want to say goodbye, I could go somewhere else
for a little while, if you need to…
All right, I'm going to speak to them about making a room change.
No, no, no, no, no! Don't do that.
Actually, I think it will be good.
The two of you can talk. So you don't overthink.
In this room, the only thing I'll think about
is how I can murder him.
Well, better to think about that than something else, all right?
Yes? My love.
Rest, my sweetheart.
I'll be back here first thing tomorrow morning.
All right?
-I love you. -I love you too.
Ezequiel. You better behave.
Tirso, Tirso, Tirso.
Who would have thought?
This might be your very last night in this world.
And you're spending it with Ezeqs.
God fucking damn it.
There they are.
-Right here? -Yes, here.
Now I'm supposed to wait for him to message me with instructions.
-Does he know I'm with you? -I told him, yes.
He didn't object.
The only important thing to him is that there's no police.
We just have to follow his instructions,
give him the money,
and get it over with quickly.
Okay, René, we're ready over here.
All shooters are in position and all exits are controlled.
When he arrives, we'll be the first to see him.
So, now we wait.
I'm curious about something, Tirso.
Why are you dressed like a normal person
while I'm wearing one of these ass-showing gowns?
Because I have dignity.
Now, if you don't mind, I plan to get some sleep.
What do you mean sleep, Tirso?
What do you mean?
-You gotta talk to me. -Sure.
This might be your very last night, Tirso.
And it might be yours, asshole, if you don't shut up already.
Tirso.
Should we play Parcheesi? Come on, let's play Parcheesi.
I've convinced the nurse to bring a digestif, a sweet wine.
-Come on, some Parcheesi? -Shut up, would you?
Damn, my previous roommate was way cooler than you.
Esteban.
A photographer, he died this morning.
Good evening, I have your medication.
Yes, the medication, the medication.
You call anything "medication" around here, it's like Las Vegas.
Hey, there's no way I can sleep in this room tonight.
Don't worry, I'm leaving you a sedative here.
It's very strong and it will help you sleep.
No. I don't take pills for sleeping.
Anyway, that's not the problem here.
It's this asshole, the one who looks like he's given up on life.
Raquel, don't listen to this poor man.
When you see the light at the end of the tunnel…
…you become insufferable.
Well, I'll leave you to rest now.
Tirso, man, what you need to do instead…
is talk to me.
I go to sleep very late.
Look, it's still early. Let's talk for a little while.
It's not even eleven o'clock. Not even eleven, Tirso.
Why don't you take your pills
and choke on them, okay?
And shut up for once.
Huh.
Fine, have it your way.
Fuck you.
Sweet dreams.
Ay.
Hey, imbecile, stop the snoring.
Son of a bitch.
Shit.
Have you heard from him?
We haven't observed any movement here.
It seems he isn't coming.
Maybe he's trying to make sure there isn't a catch?
No, he'd make us move, not stay here.
So, what do we do? Should we go?
What is it?
Goddamn it.
Did you talk to the police?
What are you talking about?
"It's a trap."
"The police are waiting for me, you son of a bitch."'
"You're a dead woman."
You told the police?
Holy shit.
René, answer me!
What in the hell have you done, René?
Are we under surveillance?
René, don't reveal the operation, fake it.
He's bluffing.
He simply wants us to make sure nobody told the police.
But neither of us said a word.
If that's it, what do we do now?
Oh shit.
Tell her to go home.
We need to buy time to figure out how the hell he knew.
Go home for now,
and wait for him to contact you, all right?
All right.
Okay, we're going to escort you. We'll be behind you, all right?
Attention, all support units, we're aborting the operation.
I repeat, abort the operation.
We need to escort our contact.
Car Two, come with me.
-Copy. -Shit.
Goddamn it.
Those goddamn sedatives.
Excuse me.
Yes? What is it?
It's just, I can't fall asleep
with that orangutan in heat snoring into my ear.
So, could you possibly give me another room?
There's an empty one right across the hall.
No one's in that room because there's been humidity issues.
There's mold and it's impossible to breathe in there.
Well… so put him there.
I mean, let's do something about it.
You don't hear that snoring?
It must have set off the seismograph.
I'm sorry. I gave you the sedative, didn't I?
Well, that's it, there's nothing more I can do for you.
Well, thanks.
For nothing.
Oh, good God.
Okay, René, we're right behind you.
Car Two is making a detour to get ahead of you.
We'll have you escorted soon, okay?
Oh, shit.
Go, go!
Goddamn it!
Careful, René, something's going on.
I was just cut off.
What is it? Did you see something?
I don't know, I don't think so.
Give me the money.
Give me the money now.
Give it to her, René.
Give it to her.
One…
Two…
Take it easy.
In the bag.
Very good.
Motherfucker!
NAME: EZEQUIEL FANDIÑO ROOM: 204
Hey. Hey.
Shit.
Ah!
Ezequiel, wake the fuck up!
Ezequiel!
-Tirso, what's going on? -Romero. He tried to kill you.
He got away. Get dressed.
Gladys.
What are you doing here so late?
Pepe. And you?
I couldn't sleep.
I went for a walk.
Yeah.
Same with me.
So I might as well clean the bar.
If we're like this, I can't imagine what he's doing.
Him? Sleeping.
That man has nerves of steel.
Me, on the other hand…
Oh, Pepe…
You're a good man.
-Hm. -And to be honest…
I miss you
just a little bitty bitty bit.
Did you clean those bottles or drink from them?
I'm going to relaunch the bar.
And I had been thinking,
you know, maybe I could use you around here again.
But we both know that doesn't work out.
Yeah.
However,
we could try partners.
What do you mean, partners?
If I put money into the bar,
sort out the paperwork,
get the accounts balanced,
and we start all over…
With your cooking and my charm, I'm sure we can get it going.
Pepe, you seriously would be willing to?
This place is my life, Gladys.
I want to die in this bar.
Oh!
And I want you to die in this bar!
Oh shit, that sounded bad.
What I mean is, I want you to be in this bar
on the day you die,
which will only be after many, many years.
That sounds better.
Partners?
Partners.
Good evening, my friend.
Oh, fuck.
-You… You… -Take it easy.
I won't do anything to you.
Unless you want me to.
I'm here to thank you for tipping me off.
I got what I wanted.
And…
did you kill Romero?
No.
But… I did get this.
Oh, wow. What is this?
The bait to catch Romero.
And now I have to find somewhere to hide it away
where no one will think to search for it.
That's impossible. It makes no sense at all.
-And you're sure it was Dulce? -Completely. It was her.
She even lifted the shield of her helmet when she spoke to me.
But how could she possibly know about the money?
Fuck.
Un-fucking-believable.
What the hell are you two doing here?
We need to speak with you, it's urgent.
It better be. Because you're having surgery in the morning
and this one nearly died in my office.
Romero came to the hospital
and tried to murder Ezequiel.
Did what?
He went after him,
but with his slippers and my ass-showing gown, it was hard to…
-What? -He got away from us.
Oh, shit.
First, you fail to arrest Romero,
then you let him get to the hospital,
and then you get robbed of a million euros by a gangster.
Okay, yes, the Romero screw-up is on me.
I should've assumed that he still had inside people here.
But the Dulce thing doesn't make sense
We have a lot of people looking for her and her guys in the neighborhood.
Well, then…
Looks like I'm boring him.
Yeah, welcome to my nightmare.
René…
we're going to get your friend Matilde out of jail and we're gonna ask questions.
She's facing 20 years in there.
So she'd better cooperate.
If she knows about Romero, she'll tell us.
All right. Excuse me.
All right, then. I guess I'm leaving too.
To the hospital?
No, home, actually.
You promised to do it.
And you promised me that you would arrest Romero.
Okay.
I have a problem with Ezequiel.
Just one?
Aren't you lucky.
I can't trust my men right now.
That leak we had tonight was from here.
And I need to find somewhere safe where he can get some good sleep.
At least until we arrest Romero.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not a chance.
Okay.
I won't force you to.
But what I will do
is wake up Jimena,
and tell her you're not getting your operation.
After all that, I still have to sleep with this asshole.
-I don't want you disturbing my son. -Okay.
And if you start snoring, I'm going to put you out in the hall.
That's my Tirso. That's my Tirso.
Shit, Papa.
What are you doing here?
And what are you doing up this late?
Uh…
That's not important.
But tomorrow's your operation.
Listen…
Today, I almost died.
Died twice.
Please, can you guys talk about this while I'm sleeping?
What did he say?
Where do I sleep, Tirso?
Down the hallway and to the right.
Thank you, I appreciate it. Good night.
Good night to both of you.
Thank you.
Papa, what the heck is he talking about, huh?
Almost died? What happened to him?
It's a very long story.
Short version, Romero is still a free man.
He tried to murder us.
Tomorrow, there's no operation. And Ezequiel's sleeping over.
-All right, Papa-- -No, don't bother, Santi.
I'm getting glass of water and I'm going to bed.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Papa. Just wait.
-What's that? -It's… nothing.
-Papers for the store. -What papers?
Well, insurance and all that.
Give me the briefcase.
Do I have to take it from you?
Where the hell did you get this?
Papa, it's a long story.
The money isn't ours and I'm taking it with me.
That's bullshit.
This wouldn't have anything to do with Dulce?
Dulce?
The woman you hid inside the store? No.
That woman gangster and you have become buddies, right?
And she was here.
This is the money that Dulce stole tonight.
Papa, she's a good person, deep down.
She wants the same as you.
To rob a million euros and live the life of a queen?
To kill Romero.
She's using this money to bait him.
She knows Romero has people in the police station
and that he'll find out she stole it, so…
When he comes for her,
she'll be waiting.
In the meantime, she leaves it with you?
Well, since nobody knows I have it, there's no connection.
What if her plan goes belly up?
And Dulce ends up with a pistol aimed at her temple
and with Romero wanting to know who is hiding his euros.
You think she wouldn't rat you out?
You really think Romero won't try to come after you?
Well, I hadn't thought about it.
What do we do now?
Right now, go to bed.
I need to think about it.
MADRID IN THE SPOTLIGHT ENTREVÍAS FACES ITS FUTURE
THE DEMOLITION OF EL COLORADO WILL TAKE PLACE TOMORROW AT 9:00 A.M.
-Rafael, a gun. -Huh?
Relax, Rafael.
It's Tirso Abantos.
I'm here to deliver a message for Romero.
That woman gangster, Dulce…
She no longer has his money.
Tell him I'm the one who has it.
-Rafael, he has a briefcase full of money. -What?
If he wants it back,
it's gonna mean facing me.
Without the police.
No weapons, no tricks.
Just man against man, just fist against fist.
We will fight to the finish.
If he has any honor left,
I'll be waiting for him in front of the Colorado.
If he wins, the cash is his.
And if Romero isn't there by nine in the morning,
kiss the money goodbye.
Do you understand?
Yes, I understand you.
DANGER: DEMOLITION
Okay. I'm gonna check it out.
Coming.
Santi, you're still wearing your pajamas. We're late for the operation.
Ah, of course. The operation.
Well, it's just…
There won't be an operation.
Papa has left the hospital, he's in his room sleeping.
He what?
Move. This man is having surgery today
or my name isn't Gladys Nidia de la Caridad.
Well, there certainly is a great buzz in the morning in this house, isn't there?
Ezequiel, none of your bullshit.
Let me in. Tirso!
Tirso!
Where did he go?
What's that?
"For my family."
Didn't I say no weapons?
Where is the money?
In there.
But it's a huge place.
And it's scheduled for demolition today.
If you don't play by my rules,
you'll never know where it is.
Give me my money now
or I'll kill you.
If you do,
say goodbye to all of your money.
Hey, now, I said no weapons.
If you want your money, put that pistol down.
If I accept your rules,
you'll tell me where it is?
Yeah, that's the deal.
But before you get it, you're gonna have to fight me.
And kill me.
This sounds like fun.
Now tell me where the money is.
In a container.
In the middle of the warehouse, back there.
Thanks for the information.
But don't mistake me for an idiot.
You're coming with me now.
And if it isn't really there,
or it's a trap,
I'll kill you.
Guillermo, all clear over here, what about over there?
All clear.
Let's proceed with activating Building Five.
Okay.
Guys!
Guys, we're leaving!
Where the hell is it?
Over here.
Dear family,
I apologize for what I'm about to do to you,
but my destiny is not to die in a hospital bed.
I'm a soldier. And I always will be.
My destiny is to die fighting.
"Since the day Irene left us forever,
I've only had two wishes."
"The first one is for you to be happy."
"That you have fulfilling lives
as simple as the one that I had."
"I hope that you live surrounded by people who love you."
"I'm sure that will be the case."
The second wish, which has haunted me all these months,
is for Irene's murderer to pay for what he did.
And so he will.
If everything goes as planned,
justice will be done today.
That monster is going to die.
"And so am I."
"If my remains cannot be recovered…
don't go looking."
"It will have become particles
and air in the sky over Entrevías."
"And I love you all, Tirso."
Hey, hey.
Ezequiel, please find him.
Please, Ezequiel. Please, please.
I mean, this can't be happening.
This is crazy! What… What are we gonna do?
All right. We're going to try to find him.
I'm calling Amanda.
Okay, let's think.
He said… He said this…
His body is going to become air and particles.
What does he mean, particles?
MADRID IN THE SPOTLIGHT ENTREVÍAS FACES ITS FUTURE
That crazy son of a bitch.
-I know where he is, I know. -I'm coming with you.
Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stay here.
Tirso's in a dangerous place.
You all stay right here and I'll keep you informed.
So just stay right here, it's better.
Stay here.
Your money is in there.
Come with me and get it.
No surprises.
The light switch is on the right there.
What the hell is this? Huh?
Did you close the door?
Did you close the fucking door?
What the hell are you laughing at?
It's over, Romero.
You won't leave here alive.
If you move, I'll kill you.
You already killed me.
I've been dead since the day you murdered my granddaughter.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch!
Hey! Hey!
-Help! Help! -No one will hear you.
We're both gonna be dead soon.
In a minute or two
this place comes down on us.
Me and you.
WARNING: DEMOLITION IN PROGRESS
Starting the countdown.
Ten…
Wipe that smile off your fucking face.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Police! Hold the demolition!
Hold the demolition!
Six.
Hey, you can't go in there.
Five.
Stop!
Four.
Three.
-Two. -Tirso!
One.
Tirso!
Stop! Stop!
Stop, there's a guy in there.
-What do you mean there's a guy in there? -There's a fucking guy in there.
We're aborting the demolition.
Tirso!
Fuck!
Tirso!
Tirso?
Shit. Fuck.
Romero.
What are you doing, my love?
It's strange.
I used to be bothered by the noise in the neighborhood.
But now I enjoy it.
As well as looking at the street.
Sweetheart, the doctor called Jimena.
You have a new appointment for surgery next week.
Nelson wanted to show me something for the new foundation.
And after that, I'll come over and get you,
and we'll go out for dinner because I don't feel like cooking.
Sound good?
Put on my music.
Okay.
Here's the gym and the playroom, what do you think?
Why don't you and I move there?
-Great idea! -Isn't it?
Well, well, well.
Let's see it. I want to see what you're doing.
-Come and look. -Mwah! Little guy.
These are the plans for the new foundation.
We already have them, it's great.
Look, here's the cafeteria, it's huge. You're going to have to cook a lot.
Oh my God!
-And here's the playroom. -Oh!
I love it, it's wonderful.
As an appetizer, some torreznitos that will make you cry with joy.
But where are my torreznitos going, Pepe?
I'm v-very much a crybaby.
And a freeloader.
I already gave you croquettes.
No, no croquettes, Pepe. No croquettes.
Then finish your beer and I'll get you something else.
Ezequiel. It's here.
Thanks.
All right, all right, all right, wait just a moment.
Now, don't touch anything inside because it's dangerous.
Things are sharp, okay? All right? Ready, here we go.
All right, now let's go inside, okay?
Now just stay close until we can clean up, okay?
Come on.
Okay. Let's see now.
All right, who wants to get behind the counter?
ABANTOS HARDWARE
Grandpa.
It's not possible.
Grandpa.
Irene.
See you in heaven, Tirso.
As my father used to say,
you were one of a kind.
With you, they broke the mold.
They broke the mold.