Leo and Mawad's story began in Algeria
with bombs, death and idealism.
It could only end badly.
It didn't matter that after 30 years,
they'd both become rich and powerful.
Revenge is immune to time.
That's the thing about revolutions.
They always need someone to blame.
A traitor.
THE FARADS
MALAGA AIRPORT
It was never a political struggle.
It wasn't about ideology.
It was about causing pain.
The war was just a pretext
to do mutual, irreparable damage to each other.
With no chance of ever forgiving or forgetting.
What I did might seem terrible or disloyal or whatever,
but I think it's clear that I'll stand by the family to the death.
Besides, you need me.
-I only need my wife and kids. -Not really.
Even if the Iraqis take care of Mawad, someone has to keep Hugo in check.
Sure, and you're fucking great at that.
-What do you want me to do? -I don't know, drink some hemlock?
What?
You should just go back to Madrid, where you belong.
-Good afternoon, Mario. -Afternoon, sir.
-Thanks. -Good afternoon.
You want to get rid of me?
After all I've done to help the family?
Don't kid yourself, Oskar. You did it for yourself.
For your ambition.
And you've done pretty well.
You came with nothing
and you're leaving with a full bank account.
I'm your son-in-law, the father of your grandson.
You play a minor role, the husband, the consort.
Anyone can do that.
You still have leukemia.
I told you, I'm going to live to 100.
Leo.
Call an ambulance!
Someone call an ambulance!
Leo, don't fucking die on me.
Leo.
I'm sorry.
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I'm sorry.
Let's get out of here.
EUROPE'S BIGGEST ARMS DEALER MURDERED IN THE COSTA DEL SOL
Mawad leaked to the media that Leo Farad,
the prosperous Marbella businessman,
was actually an arms dealer with ties to terrorists.
That made his murder
a revenge killing fueled by lies.
Not one friend or ally attended the funeral.
Everyone made excuses except Henry,
who sent a telegram with condolences from Alaska.
Carmen refused to cooperate with the police
or name the people involved.
Do you know Nabil Mawad?
-No, I'd never seen him before. -All right.
I'm going to kill him.
I swear I'm gonna come back and kill him.
No, you're going to stay where you are.
-But, Mom... -No more deaths, please.
I'll fix this.
It can't be fixed!
Yes, I'm going to talk to Mawad.
-For fuck's sake, will you listen to me? -Hugo.
I promise I'll bring you home.
Were you serious about Mawad?
Yes.
I'll make any deal I have to with him.
-I won't lose anyone else in this family. -Dad would never approve.
Your father is dead.
And not one of his friends came to the funeral.
Tell me, what choice do I have?
The police?
The CESID? The CIA? What should I do?
What can I do? Call Gina?
Tanya.
Tanya!
Are you going to ask the man who killed your husband for compassion?
Oskar!
Am I wrong?
I want Hugo to come home.
And Mawad is the only one who can guarantee it happens.
Because you trust him, right?
Try to understand her.
-I am. -Try harder.
He's expecting you.
We know.
Come on, Mom.
I had nothing to do with the press.
Leo had a lot of shit to hide, and that sells papers.
I didn't come to talk about Leo, Mawad.
I know why you're here, but it's complicated.
No, it's not.
I only want your word.
And whose will you give me?
Your son's?
My brother has screwed up enough,
I assure you he won't do it again.
Hugo is a junkie.
Junkies are unpredictable.
I'll answer for him.
I'll put him in rehab.
-Or is my word not good enough? -No.
It's not.
Listen closely, Mawad.
You widowed my mother
and she hasn't said a fucking word to anyone.
She hasn't cooperated with the police.
She's been humiliated by the papers
and put up with paparazzi at our house.
What more do you fucking want?
How about the house?
What house?
Your house.
You kill my father
and now you want to put us out in the street?
And I never want to see you in Marbella again.
Take it.
Mom...
He just wants to humiliate us.
The house doesn't matter.
Sit down. Sit down.
It's mine, so I decide.
Get a notary and I'll sign it over whenever you want.
I want it in writing that if anything
happens to my brother,
an accident, the fucking flu,
you are solely responsible.
And you'll have to accept something else.
For heaven's sake.
My family won't make any more concessions.
It wouldn't be someone in your family.
He said what?
I can't accept that. No.
Of course you can.
He's my uncle.
And my husband is dead.
It's your decision, Oskar.
Mom and I will respect it.
And if I refuse?
This will never end.
But it ends if my uncle dies?
Will he put it in writing?
He offered us a deal.
What deal?
We leave Marbella and quit dealing arms in exchange for five million dollars.
To start over somewhere else.
Seriously?
He's paying us off?
Oskar, listen to me.
We need to end this.
Why don't we ask for 10 million?
Or 20 or 100, while we're at it?
-It's not a negotiation. -Yes, it is.
-No, it's not. -Yes, it is.
How much is it worth to sacrifice my uncle like a pig for slaughter?
Five million?
No.
Don't you two realize
that asshole is trying to wipe out the Farads and their legacy?
No.
-Yes. -No.
-Yes, he is. -No, your uncle isn't a Farad.
He's my uncle.
Then you have to choose.
Do you agree?
Say something.
Mawad's right about one thing.
My brother would never have done it alone.
My sister already told me.
Which part?
We'd lose the house without my dad anyway.
-That's not true. -Yes, it is.
Living like this costs millions.
Who'll trust us with a deal now?
The CIA?
The Cubans?
Monzer?
My family is a mess right now,
and if you want to save your uncle, it's easy.
Leave.
How can I leave?
It's a choice.
Your uncle or the Farads.
It would be despicable for me to do what they're asking.
It's up to you.
You know, don't you?
Know what?
That the truth is
you don't really sing that well.
Someone had to tell you.
You thought I didn't know?
So?
It's the only way I've found to get away from all of this.
A type of salvation.
Good luck.
I'm unarmed.
Jerome, that's enough.
It's about time.
Have you come to plead for your uncle
or to tell me what the fuck happened in Iraq?
Habib didn't tell you?
He isn't taking my calls.
Maybe he found out you killed Leo and called everything off.
That's worse for you,
because you'll never make another commission in your fucking life.
You don't need more cadavers, Mawad.
You get the house,
we're leaving Marbella.
What more do you want to prove?
I'll give you my uncle.
On one condition.
I won't hand him over like a dog.
Promise me he won't suffer.
That's not up to you.
Isn't there a way to do it painlessly?
Listen, Oskar.
I have an agreement with the Farads.
If you want to respect it,
you know what you have to do.
Otherwise,
I'll come after all of you, your son included.
And that would be a bitch, wouldn't it?
Right, Jerome?
Terrible.
That's it.
Do whatever Oskar says.
I'll talk to you soon, okay, Mom?
It's all arranged. Goodbye.
Bye.
Well?
He made a proposal.
Who did?
Mawad.
My mom said Oskar's coming to explain it.
Did she say anything else?
Knowing Mawad, he'll want cash.
What if he wants more than that?
What can we do? Sail around the world until we get caught?
That wouldn't be so bad, would it?
Right?
Can you really do it?
What a mess you two made.
You'd keep the house in Madrid.
You've got to be fucking kidding me, Oskar.
The family's already accepted, and you get just over a million.
What about the yacht?
You can buy another.
I don't want another one. Manuel and I like this one.
Let's see if you can get this into your head, Hugo.
Your dad's dead.
The business is gone.
Everything is gone.
There's no Monzer.
It's over.
It's a question of dignity.
Dignity doesn't come from a fucking yacht.
Let's clarify one thing.
-Carmen and Sara agreed to this? -Yes.
If they hadn't, I wouldn't be here.
It's not worth it.
If this ends it...
One more thing.
Mawad wants to talk to you.
To me?
He wants to set his conditions.
What conditions? Hasn't the deal already been made?
The deal's with the Farads.
Manuel tried to kill him.
He has to pay the price.
-He'll want to kill me. -No.
No.
He'll want you to pay a penalty, compensation.
Do a job, maybe. I don't know. He'll tell you.
That son of a bitch killed my dad.
I think we've sacrificed enough.
It's up to you, Manuel.
But we have to be realistic.
And above all, intelligent.
What if I can't do what he asks?
It's a matter of pride.
He wants you to go to him with your tail between your legs.
It can't be over the phone?
It has to be in person.
At his house.
Today.
What's the fucking rush?
To get this over with.
And what the fuck should I do?
Sail the yacht back to Marbella.
You don't have to do it.
It's okay.
Thanks for accepting.
What was I going to do?
Take Hugo's side after everything that's happened?
That's what you've done till now.
-I tried to stop him, Oskar. -And what happened?
He tricked you, convinced you?
Shit, Manuel.
If that happens to me, I get it, because I'm young.
But you?
I fell in love.
It happened and I got carried away.
You got carried away?
I was lonely, Oskar,
and Hugo helped me.
No, Manuel. I helped you.
I brought you here and introduced to the family.
It's not the same and you know it, damn it.
Hugo needed me.
What fucking timing!
I know I fucked up.
That's why I'm doing everything I can to help you.
I won't cause any more trouble for you
or Sara or any of the Farads.
The truth is I would've liked to spend my life sailing around.
They'd have found you eventually.
Who cares?
Living is what matters.
Those few weeks on the beach were more intense
than 20 years in the mines.
You sleep badly, you're scared...
But I've also never felt so free.
Know why?
Because I had no expectations.
It's like the world had stopped.
I'd lie on the deck for 10 hours just listening to the sea
and saying to myself, "Shit, Manuel,
"you've been getting yourself into trouble your whole life
"just trying to be happy,
"when all you needed was this."
What are you doing?
Let's go to the beach.
Why?
What's going on?
Let's get out.
Let's go.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Seriously?
It's Mawad's condition.
And the family agreed.
What family?
It's either this or we all go down.
Besides, you said you wanted to help me.
That you wouldn't cause any more trouble.
There's no other way.
Did Mawad want you to do it yourself?
He asked me to hand you over.
You're not going to?
I'm sorry.
Holy shit.
You think you can just kill me and act like nothing happened?
Go back to normal life?
You're going to kill me?
Manuel?
I've fucked up, but I'm the only real family you've got.
Not anymore.
All right, then.
-What should do, kneel? -No, Manuel.
-Turn around? Close my eyes? -Enough!
-What the fuck do you want? -For you to help me, damn it!
Help you how?
Shoot yourself.
What, do you think I'm scared?
I've been around death my whole life,
in the mines, in the quarries.
So do it.
No. It's your family, you have to do it.
Come on.
Find some fucking peace for once.
Grow some balls.
You're going to remember this for the rest of your fucking life.
The sea, the beach, my face...
Come on, damn it! You fucking bastard.
You son of a bitch.
You're a fucking son of a bitch.
You fucking son of a bitch.
That was the worst day of my life.
I hit rock bottom.
All to satisfy the family.
The Farads.
All my decisions had pushed me to a point of no return.
Of pure tragedy.
That's the thing about destiny.
Sometimes it's inexplicable.
Absurd.
Even ironic.
And we can't understand it.
To accept that sometimes, revenge doesn't expire.
Because revenge is immune to time.
And becomes divine justice.
A revolution.
What happened with Manuel?
I couldn't do it.
I'm sorry.
I tried. I swear I tried.
He was in front of me, but I just couldn't do it.
-It's okay, Oskar. -No, it's not okay.
I should have done this for you.
I should have done it for the family.
Mawad is dead.
He's dead, Oskar.
Him, Jerome, and all his staff.
You did the right thing.
The police came to question us two hours ago.
They left two masks, Ronald Reagan and Ayatollah Khomeini.
The Iraqis.
My father's plan.
You did the right thing. You did well.
Leo was right in the end.
Saddam Hussein didn't forgive Mawad.
Because every revolution needs someone to blame.
What did you tell Manuel?
To run.
To sail around the world with Hugo and never come back.
Mawad's death wasn't the end of our problems.
With Leo dead and no allies in sight,
there was no way to keep the business going.
We had to sell properties to pay our debts.
If we managed to survive,
it was thanks to my original idea,
the one that brought me to Marbella.
Aerobics.
It was the end of an epoch
and a sign that the world we knew was about to disappear.
SOCIALISM OR DEATH
The Cubans never got the G5s,
but they accepted a deal to withdraw from South Africa.
The Soviets did the same in Afghanistan,
but that was just a taste of what was to come.
In barely three months,
the 45-year Cold War came to an end.
Ideologies,
class struggles and the communist dream
became a past that everyone wanted to forget.
That was the end of the story.
And then, when I had no expectations,
a miracle happened.
Hi, Sara.
Thanks for coming.
Do we know each other?
I was at your wedding four years ago.
My mom told me, but I don't remember you.
Wedding are like that.
Were you surprised I called?
Yeah, since we're no longer
-in the arms business. -I know.
And I don't know what else could interest the CIA.
Your father and I got along very well.
My mom told me that, too.
Did you two ever hook up?
God, no.
But your father helped me a lot.
Thanks to him, I went back to Washington with a medal and promotion.
Although we were ideological enemies, I respected him.
How about that.
I'm truly sorry about what happened, Sara.
Thank you for that.
But I doubt you called two years later to offer your condolences.
I want to help you.
You and your family.
Why would you do that?
Out of charity?
You're the only woman I know who's sold cannons and napalm.
If you want me to be a double agent, you should know I hate the CIA.
No problem.
I'll be in the shadows.
You'll keep on dealing with Monzer.
Make him believe you want in again.
You'll have my protection and the same autonomy as your dad had.
His name's Momo Tshikedi,
and he's part of the National Patriotic Forces of Congo.
The NPFC.
Guerillas fighting against President Mobutu.
They control diamond-rich areas, which is how they finance everything.
-Gina wants us to mediate... -Gina?
...between Monzer and the NPFC.
She wants to know everything.
Monzer?
There's a lot of money at stake.
-Mom. -Sara, please...
You could get the house back.
And you could also help Tanya and Hugo.
What weapons do they need?
Kalashnikovs, land-to-air missiles and anti-tank ammunition.
Hold on. Do you seriously want to go back?
Sara, that woman is a troublemaker.
Remember what she did to your dad with the Polish ship?
Dad would take this deal.
Of course he would.
But you're not your father.
We should do what Leo would do.
What if Monzer won't see us?
I can give you a 5% commission.
You gave my father 10.
Your father's not here anymore, Sara.
And times have changed.
How about 8%?
And some Yemeni diplomatic passports.
And end-use certificates.
Forget the certificates and passports.
Communism is dead.
South Yemen probably won't even exist in three months.
I'll most likely be kicked out of here.
But you must have a plan B, right, Monzer?
Syria? Libya?
Sudan?
What are you after?
A stable deal with guarantees.
The same my father had.
That way, everybody wins.
With diplomatic immunity and an end-use certificate,
even if it's the last one Yemen ever issues.
Communism may be dead,
but its armies aren't going to vanish.
Do you know how your father and I used to celebrate a deal?
Your father used to get males
because Arabs value them more.
Yeah, but females are feistier.
Yes, they are.
It's up to you.
What do you think?
Why don't we take both?