Here we go! Good afternoon, everyone!
The day has come. The quarterfinals of the Champions League are finally here.
It's a showdown at the Bernabéu between Madrid and Marseille.
Today the capital has come to a standstill to host the match.
Fans' scarves are waving, and their hearts are racing
at the prospect of becoming Europe's champions.
Good evening, Antón Meana. How is it all going?
Hi, Dani. How are you? The atmosphere is amazing.
Hundreds of French supporters are arriving at the Bernabéu.
It's incredible. The crowd is excited to see a great match.
We're excited for some soccer.
It's without a doubt a big match.
Special security measures are in place.
-Laura, how are you? -Good evening.
That's right. The match has been declared a security risk.
There are around 2,000 officers from the Police Intervention Unit
and the Special Mounted Unit too.
For now, everything is going as planned.
Let's hope everything stays calm.
Thanks, Laura. Two top favorites to win the competition…
-It's about time. -Welcome!
-Did you get some beers? -Yeah.
I know a lot of you won't believe me…
ALCOHOL-FREE GROUP
…but it's true, I haven't had a drink.
And
it pisses me off to think that, when I started drinking years ago,
I had no reason to.
Or at least no real, big reasons like I have now.
I had it all.
I had a home.
A family.
I had a wife who was…
She was amazing.
She was fun, smart, wise…
You have no idea.
And I basically spent my time acting like a jackass.
-See you later. -See you, Salva.
It pains me to say it, but it's the truth.
-Bye. -See you later.
Let's just say I wasn't a good husband.
Or a good father.
I don't even think I was a father.
But the thing is… I didn't know how to be one.
-Hail Spain! -Hail Spain!
Or maybe I couldn't be one…
Or didn't want to be.
Hey you, we are the champion team's crew!
We'll make you wish you never did walk the streets of Madrid!
Marseillais, Arab scum!
You got a problem?
You got a problem, or what?
Let's see what you've got.
My dinner. I'm going to work.
To work?
What? You hiding from us?
Lose the cap, dumbass.
Look at me when I talk to you.
Look me in the eyes!
I said look at me when I'm talking, dammit!
What you staring at?
Don't make me repeat myself.
You going to work?
You taking the bus to the circus? Or what?
-You stay put. -Leave him alone!
-Stay right there! -All right! Enough!
Come here. We're gonna do something.
-Come on. -Outside!
Get out, dumbass.
We're taking you out, you trash.
Come on, throw him out!
-Stop here! -Tell him to stop, Max.
Stop the bus, dammit!
-Open the door! -Scum!
Open the door!
-Throw the trash out! -Out!
-Hey you, we are the champion team's crew! -Sieg Heil!
Hey you, we are the White Souls crew!
Hey you, check out the White Souls crew!
Sieg Heil!
Hail Spain!
Hey you, we are the White Souls crew!
My daughter…
Sorry.
My daughter, Milena,
back when she was little…
she admired me.
Because… maybe you don't know, I used to be a doctor.
No, I still am a doctor.
A different kind of doctor, I guess.
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Hi, Milena.
Things are getting pretty crazy because of the match.
Just wanted to let you know. Be careful, okay?
The thing is, she'd even brag to her friends.
She'd say, "My dad's name is Salvador, and he saves lives."
I guess I felt like, if I did my job right,
I could protect my wife and daughter, or, I don't know…
I guess that's my way of justifying it to myself, right?
Maybe to feel better about not being there.
It's crazy, but it made sense to me.
Or it has to make sense.
It has to.
Anyway, thank you all so much for listening. Really.
-Evening. -You're late, Salvador.
Yeah, there was trouble on the bus.
Well, you reek of beer.
Hey, no. Someone just spilled it on me.
I didn't ask you about it. Forget it.
Some fascists sprayed beer on me.
Here. You should've been on Castellana half an hour ago.
People are on edge because of the match.
Salva, this is Toni, the new nurse.
-How's it going? -Hi.
This is Salva, our driver.
God fucking damn it.
Look, we've got to keep the ambulances clean.
Those are the rules.
Grab the mop and bucket. Go.
Sorry, I'm a nurse, not a janitor. All right?
-Toni, right? -Yeah.
Toni, I'm a former gambler, former alcoholic,
former doctor, and former nice guy.
Since you're not surprised, I bet someone already told you.
There are many things I can't stand,
and one of them is having to repeat myself.
And we're back in the area around the stadium
because things seem to be heating up. Laura.
That's right, Dani. Things are getting intense.
Thousands of fans are chanting the songs we know so well.
Right now, we can see flags too, and people are starting to light flares.
You can tell that the match is about to kick off,
and, for now, the police are keeping order,
but the tensions are high.
OLYMPIQUE MARSEILLE ULTRAS
Madrid, Madrid, screw you!
I'm just saying, if these were fascists,
they wouldn't be parading around like circus monkeys, right?
But since they're anti-racists and anti-fascists,
to hell with them, right?
Why don't you get out there? Maybe they'll let you join.
I bet they'd love you.
Not you too, Marjane. Don't you mess with me.
Listen to this.
A hundred colonoscopies cost as much as one hour of chopper time.
So shout with me,
"Public health care!"
"Public…"
Toni, let me introduce my best friend and worst enemy.
Nice to meet you.
He says nice to meet you.
Tell him the feeling's mutual.
And that my name's Adolfo Suárez, like Madrid's airport.
So he doesn't forget it.
Hey, bud, you can shove that up your colon!
Proud to be Marseillais!
You bastards!
White Souls, motherfuckers!
Sieg Heil!
Holy shit.
You fuckers!
Hail Spain!
-God! -Let's go!
Let's go, guys! Move it!
No! Come on, Salva!
Oxygen tanks and a monitor! Quick!
-Okay. -Come on.
-We have to turn him over. -Yeah. Come on, Salva.
Come on!
-Get that damn Arab! -Arab bastard!
Don't run away, you damn rat!
Don't run, bastard!
We're gonna fuck you up, you pussy!
You're dead, towel head!
The players are already warming up on the field.
Attention, because it keeps happening…
According to police sources,
there has been an altercation between radical supporters…
To burn Camp Nou the ground
With 100,000 bastards inside the compound
It's the cheapest way To get rid of so many hounds
Out of the way!
Watch out!
Hey! Easy.
-Towel head! -Hey!
Take the alley on the right, okay?
Where you going, Arab?
The keys.
You're in charge, okay, hon?
Sure thing, Mama.
-We'll get you! -Don't run, or you'll pay!
You trash! Hey!
Where is he?
Don't worry. We'll find him. We don't have to run.
One, two, three!
Up! Let's go.
Come on!
Officer with third-degree burns. He's in critical condition.
Toni, hook him up to an IV.
Easy now. Relax.
There. Good. We're set.
He needs painkillers too, okay?
Let's go.
WIN FOR US
Shit.
Holy shit.
Open the door.
What?
Open the fucking door.
-I don't understand you. -Give me the key.
Give me the damn key!
Watch out.
Give it here, dammit.
Watch it! Don't touch me, you damn Arab!
You made me run after you, prick?
Hey! Easy!
Keep me out of this shit!
…on the radio, that three people
have been injured with burns from Molotov cocktails being thrown.
Among the injured, a National Police officer.
Inside, right now, apparently, everything is normal, isn't it, Laura?
MOBILE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT AMBULANCE
Guys!
-Come on. Hurry. -Come on.
-Let's go!
Thanks.
Careful. Come on.
Go. Let's go.
Come on. All clear. Come on in.
-Clear the way! -Thanks.
-Move aside. -Make way, please.
This way!
Easy. You've got it.
-Easy! -Shut the fuck up!
I want no part of this shit!
-You don't watch soccer? -I'm a fan.
-I don't get it. -Soccer fan.
I don't understand you, Arab!
-White Souls, motherfucker! -Not running now, huh?
We're the White Souls, scumbag!
-You motherfucker! -Were you gonna make me run?
-Kick him in the damn head! -You dog!
Who the fuck do you think you are, you pussy?
Listen, you pussy. You gonna remember us Spaniards.
-Hit him hard. -Sieg Heil, dog!
Sieg Heil, son of a bitch!
Damn Arab!
Yes, people are entering the stadium.
There was heavy police presence, and people's bags were checked too.
Go, Madrid!
Lock the door if you go in there.
Spain, motherfucker!
Come on, Milena. Get him.
-Come on, Milena. -Disgusting!
Kick his ass, Milena!
Black fucker!
-Get him, Milena! -Disgusting!
Give it to him!
-Hello. -Hello.
He's out front. He's in bad shape.
What happened?
I really don't know.
I'm the bar owner. He came running over while I was smoking.
He must have got jumped on Castellana.
Then he fell and was down on the ground.
We sat him on a chair, and there he's been, in a rough shape.
He can't speak Spanish, but we sat him down here.
French?
Arabic?
I can't breathe.
They beat me up.
Tell the police.
They beat me up.
The guys.
They beat me up.
Stay calm.
Don't talk.
We'll have to call the maxillofacial team.
Looks like he's got a broken jaw.
Fuck.
A Coke Zero, please, Milena.
Here you go.
-What can I get you? -A beer, please.
He's with Marseille. They were causing trouble.
Can I get you anything?
-That's my daughter. -What?
-My daughter. -What?
-I told her to stay away from them. -Salva.
Milena!
What are you doing here?
Who's that guy?
I don't know.
Milena.
We're gonna lift you up, okay?
Everything is ready for the match
between Marseille and Madrid to start very soon.
All right.
-Shit, I hope she's not mixed up in this. -She's not, Salva.
Did you see what those pricks did to that kid's face?
Yeah.
-What is it? -I'm calling her.
-Put that down. -Give me a second.
-Put the phone down. -Let me talk to her.
-Where are we going? To the police? -Don't move.
Okay, but your hand…
We need to go to the police!
Don't move, okay?
Leave me alone!
Put the damn phone down!
I'll use speakerphone.
No! Call her at the hospital!
To the police!
Stay still!
Fuck!
I can't help you if you don't!
-Salva, put the phone down! Now! -Okay.
-It's for you to feel better. -It's like you're a rookie!
You want another fight? Want to go again?
Understand? I'm helping you. At the hospital, we'll talk to police.
EMERGENCY ROOM
-What do we have? -Hi, Elena.
His name's Ahmed, age 28. We think he was beaten up.
Broken jaw. He doesn't speak Spanish.
They can't save his teeth, but they'll serve as evidence at trial.
The bleeding is under control.
Trauma to the left arm.
Blood pressure 80/50.
Great, thanks. We've got him.
-She's not answering. We gotta go back. -We need to report this to the police.
We have to follow protocol. That kid was assaulted.
-Okay, I'll go on my own. -Salva.
Salva. Okay, hold on a second.
We can go back.
But the second we get a call, we're out of there.
All right.
-Milena. -No fucking way.
-Milena. Listen-- -Get lost, dammit.
-Listen. -Please go. I said leave!
Just a minute, please.
Why are you here?
With these people? I told you. They're dangerous.
-Really? -Yeah.
Oh, I'm so scared.
But you're right, they're bad news.
If you don't go, they'll bash your head in.
Get lost.
Milena, listen.
They're racists.
I've seen it with my own eyes.
I didn't raise you like this.
What did you say?
You didn't raise me at all, actually.
What the hell's your deal? You think you're better than us?
So you think you're better than us! That's it!
Milena, please.
You didn't give a shit about me or Mom. You only cared about drinking.
Now you're the hero, saving Arabs and whores from the streets
'cause you feel guilty.
You were supposed to take care of me, not that fucking scum!
Healing their wounds, wrapping them in blankets, but what about me?
To hell with me.
You spent two euros, you fucking asshole.
Two damn euros for a house key so I could go home alone,
while you were out playing slots.
So I could go home alone!
On my own! At 12 years old!
So I could be raped by one of those Black bastards
that you care so much about now.
"Salvador our savior"…
my ass.
I wish…
you'd died… instead of Mom.
Now… get lost.
Go on.
Are you okay?
Alpha 25, we have a code 3-1 in Imperiales.
Copy that. On our way.
Okay, it's time. Let's get to it.
Nacho, let's go.
Are you okay?
Go with your boyfriend.
-We have to clean up. -I'll do it. Go on.
…in the match's kickoff.
Madrid's putting the ball in motion.
Let's go, guys.
Tibu. Here, take care of this.
Isra, take this.
Come on. Let's go.
Yeah!
Marseillais, Arab scum!
Let's go! Out of the way!
Let's go!
-Let's go! -Let's go!
Marseillais, Arab scum!
-Let's go! -Let's go!
Marseillais, Arab scum!
Let's go!
Marseillais, you bastards!
The battery's about to die.
-You gotta record me. -Then let me record you!
White Souls!
Let's go!
It's the end of the world! I will judge you…
What?
…I will be seated at the right hand of God.
Shut up, man!
Let's go!
-I'll kill you, bro! -Come on! Let's go!
-Let's go! -Let's go!
Let's go! Here!
-Bitch! -Bitch!
Sons of bitches!
Bastards!
Madrid fans, hooligans!
Motherfuckers!
Let's go, guys!
Hooligans!
Madrid fans, hooligans!
Motherfuckers!
White Souls!
Motherfuckers!
Madrid fans, hooligans!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go!
-Let's go! -Let's go!
Face your destiny, Arab!
Son of a bitch!
-Come on! -Let's go, dammit!
Milena! Come here! Record this!
Come on! Hit him!
What did I tell you? Was I gonna be crowned?
Huh?
Alpha 25, received alert. Incident with multiple injured.
Active brawl between radical groups on the bridge in Arganzuela,
Madrid Río area.
This is Alpha 23. We're arriving at the scene.
Let me go, bastard!
Leave me alone!
Julia!
Guys, let's go, dammit! Let's go!
Let's go!
Come on!
Nice and steady, advance!
Stop!
Fire!
Let's advance! Hold strong!
Tighten the formation.
Let's hold on!
Come on! Let's go!
Fire! Come on!
-Stop! -Move forward!
Get back!
Let go of me, pussy!
What are you doing, dirtbag? Fuck you!
Son of a bitch!
You're gonna get it, bastard!
-Hit him! -Hit him!
-Son of a bitch! -You pussy!
-Shit! You piece of shit! -You bitch!
-Get him! -Grab him!
Get him good!
Son of a bitch.
Did you record it?
-Did you get it? -The whole thing!
Hell yeah! Let's go!
ADVANCED LIFE SUPPORT
Hey, buddy. Hey!
How are you, buddy?
-Let's… -He got a real beating.
Let's check your eyes. Let's see.
We have to give him something.
-I'll go. -Sure. Salva, I've got it.
Hey!
-My friend here needs help. -He'll have to wait.
For that Black fucker?
Hey, if he can walk, he can wait.
-Shut up, Arab bitch! -What's going on?
Hey.
If you hit me, who's gonna help your friend, dumbass?
Let's go, dammit.
Wow, that was brave.
-His pulse is stable. -Yeah?
-Damn Arab! -Let's go!
Bastard!
Milena!
Don't fucking do this to me, Milena! Talk to me! Hey!
Milena, come on. Milena, talk to me.
Hey!
Milena! Hey!
-Help! -Milena!
Help! Milena. Help!
I'm on it.
Hey, Milena.
Come on.
Don't fucking do this to me, Milena!
-Hey, Milena! Dammit! -Come on.
Come on, honey.
Come on.
Come on, sweetie.
Come on.
Come on, darling.
Come on.
All right.
Salva!
-Let us handle this, please! -No.
Let us take care of her. Trust us.
We've got her! Trust me!
There, there. It's okay now.
Neck brace, Toni! Quickly!
Come on!
Stay calm.
Come on. That's it.
IV line.
So?
Salva! She's stable.
Her breathing's good.
Very good, sweetie. That's it.
It's over. It's okay now.
Salva, watch the step.
Yeah. Let's go, guys.
Up.
Let's go.
I wish you were dead.
Hold on, sweetie.
Careful.
-What is it? What happened? -They threw her into the river.
I don't know. I found her face down. Hypothermia, maybe something else too.
Come on!
-What? -We've got her now.
I'm not leaving my daughter.
She's in good hands.
I promise I'll take care of her.
Salvador, we should go back.
We're getting calls. There's a lot of people hurt.
Salva.
It's going to be okay. All right?
Have faith in them, okay?
She's in good hands.
One more trip. Just one, and we'll come back.
Salva!
-Salvador. -You?
How's Milena?
How did you know?
Because, well, I'm watching everything.
And I have them monitored too.
We took a beating, but you should see those guys.
I came to check on how the injured people are doing.
Who are the other guys? How'd my daughter get mixed up with them?
They're friends.
Comrades, Milena's friends.
Can I have it back?
She almost died. I want to see if it's recorded.
Hey, that's mine!
Don't take my stuff.
Goal kick for Marseille.
Still no change in the score.
Madrid 0, Marseille 0.
Salva, who was that guy?
He was my neighbor.
He's been Milena's friend since they were kids.
He's not right in the head. He's got the whole fight on his tablet.
You should tell the police.
Right.
For fuck's sake.
-What happened? -I can't talk now. I'm late.
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
Why didn't you say you were attacking the French?
I didn't know.
There's a cop in the hospital, dying.
Do you know what that means, Julia?
You're late. The kids already had dinner.
Yeah, sorry, Carmen. I had problems at work.
I'll just go in, say hi, and leave, I swear.
I'll stay with her.
I've told you this before, our main concern is the girl.
The case is your business, Detective.
Okay. Thanks, Carmen.
-You know the way. -Thanks, Carmen.
Who threw the Molotov cocktail at the cop?
I need a name.
Julia, give me a name, and I'll leave you with your daughter.
It was me.
No, it wasn't.
No? So arrest me, and you'll lose your snitch in the White Souls.
How does that sound? Better?
Julia.
If that cop dies, you won't see your daughter again.
Right.
What's up, brat?
-Hi. How are you? -Good.
Yeah? How was dinner?
-Good. -Good?
What are you drawing? Let's see.
Wow, you've done some street art. Yes, ma'am!
Wow! You're doing a great job.
Look.
Look. It's a family.
-The report. -Thanks.
Hi, sweetie.
Sorry I haven't been in much, but it's been a crazy night.
-I want to leave. -Yeah, but you have to stay.
-No, I want to leave. -Hey.
-I want to go. -Who else could take better care of you?
…they're ready to fight…
We've come for a friend. Where is Milena?
I don't understand.
Milena! Where is she?
Over there?
Yes… You can't go in there!
Milena!
Where is Milena? Hey, where is she?
Hey, you!
Where is Milena?
There she is!
Hey! What's going on? How did you get in here? What…?
Move, bitch! Where's Milena?
Security!
Fucking scum!
Security!
Hey! What are you doing?
Let's go!
Stop there!
Let's go!
Oh, Milena!
Apply pressure! Compresses, now!
Compresses! Hurry!
Milena!
Quickly!
We need more! Many more! Compresses!
Compresses!
Milena!
-Monitor her! -Monitor!
-300, 200, now! -Okay. Clear!
Start the compressions!
Salva!
-Come on! -Let's keep it up, guys!
-She's still fibrillating, doctor! -Compressions!
Come on!
-Come on! -Come on, hang in there.
Salva.
Salva, no. Please don't go in there. Stay with me.
-Let me go! -Salva…
Out of the way! Everybody!
Please, honey. Please…
Wake up, please.
No…
Please.
No…
Milena, please.
The end of the world is here.
Your sins are forgiven.
The central midfielder passes into the space…
What a great pass! A fantastic pass! Could they go for a cross-shot…
Goal!
IN MEMORY OF PABLO GABRIEL SANZ
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella