There's no forgiving what those Arabs did to her.
You know where to find us.
-Hardly anyone came. Not even her cousins. -It's okay. Come on.
Let's head out.
We're the most hardcore supporters Through and through
The most faithful fans Loyal and true
We live for this crew, our core
It's the family we'd die for
-White Souls! -White Souls!
NEITHER FORGIVE NOR FORGET
I'm so sorry. I really loved her.
We're gonna miss her.
Sorry for your loss.
She was one hell of a girl. My condolences.
Hold it to the side. Sorry for your loss.
Salva, let's get out of here. You've had a long day.
So, we're not allowed to mourn when your people kill us, Muslim?
-Let's cool it. -Shut up, asshole.
Tibu, drop it out of respect for Milena.
We're the most hardcore supporters Through and through
The most faithful fans Loyal and true
We live for this crew, our core
It's the family we'd die for
-White Souls! -White Souls!
First, I want to take a minute to remember our fellow officer Abel García Turrión,
cavalry officer with the National Police Corps.
Our thoughts are
with him and his family.
We will do everything we can to bring to justice those responsible
for this cowardly attack against our fellow officer.
The attack was committed by a neo-Nazi group called White Souls.
They are well-known to the police, despite what some of you have reported.
They live among the rest of society.
-Excuse me, where's the bakery section? -Just straight ahead.
-Thanks. -No problem.
They try to stay under the radar, except when they meet up to brawl.
Thanks so much.
They're a violent offshoot of the old Ultras Sur.
They were banned from stadiums.
Good morning. The Peninsular War.
Take a seat, Jesús. Please. Let's pick up where we left off.
Remember, Napoleon's biggest mistake was invading Spain.
That was the beginning of the end for his army.
Nowadays, they use soccer as a cover to commit all sorts of crimes.
Make no mistake,
justice will come down hard on them.
-Everyone against the bar! Come on! -Move!
Hands where I can see 'em!
-Morning, ma'am. Are you the owner? -Yeah.
We have a search warrant.
We're searching the back! Don't try to get rid of any…
In fact, there's an ongoing investigation linking some members
to the disappearance of José Luis Velasco.
-Hey, you. -What?
-You're coming with us. -Where to?
You're coming with us! Move it!
Okay, I'm coming.
Nice and easy.
Come on. Let's go!
The spontaneous nature of their attack on the French supporters
meant we didn't see it coming.
We own up to our mistake.
He means it's on you.
In the next few hours, all their members will be interrogated.
NATIONAL POLICE
There he is. Come on.
Thanks for handling that, Alejandro.
Try to stay out of trouble.
Regarding the death of one of their members,
Milena Aguirre, a 20-year-old radical, the investigation is still ongoing.
Thank you.
Good day. No questions, please.
Who's the fucking graffiti artist here?
This is disrespectful, dammit. Seriously.
Nobody saw a thing?
You didn't see who did this?
Look, there's Salva. I mean…
Nobody saw anything?
Well then, get rid of it.
It's disrespectful. He's our colleague.
Salva, it's okay, man.
They're getting rid of it.
No need to worry. I took care of it. It's fine.
They watch TV. All they show is that funeral footage.
And you with the flare.
-So, people, well-- -What?
You know what these people are like. It's only normal.
The normal thing would've been for people to offer their condolences.
That would be normal.
Salva…
…the victim's father
was hugging the radicals outside the funeral home
after the wake of his 20-year-old daughter.
As we see in the footage, her father bid her farewell
alongside several members of the neo-Nazi group White Souls.
All while holding a white smoke flare,
a recurring symbol in the fascist imagery of this far-right group,
to which the victim, Milena Aguirre, belonged.
The violent altercations left dozens injured,
including three Marseille supporters, with minor burns, though now stable,
and Spanish police officer Abel García Turrión,
who is in critical condition due to severe burns
and who is now fighting for his life at Madrid's General Hospital.
-Why are you stopping? -Five minutes.
Is he always like this?
Hello?
-Yes? -Ambulance here.
There's an emergency. Your neighbor won't let us in.
I'll go.
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
I'm coming.
So impatient.
Who is it?
Hey, Salvador.
What's up?
Salvador.
You know you can't just barge into my house?
What's this? What are these videos for?
This is my job, Salvador. You know that.
Why'd you drag Milena into that White Souls crap?
I didn't. She joined on her own because she wanted to.
-Sure. -Okay?
Did you invite them to the funeral?
-What? -The White Souls.
The White Souls showed up because they wanted to, Salvador.
Because Milena was one of us.
No, you've got it all wrong. My daughter wasn't like you guys.
I think you're the one who's got it wrong.
Why did they kill her, Mateo?
Tell me, please.
If you know, tell me. Why did they kill Milena?
I don't know, Salvador.
I'm sorry.
Salvador, ever since my accident, I haven't been around them.
I'm community manager.
I make the videos, run the social feeds, participate in the forums…
It's my job.
You make a living recording brawls?
The Madrid Río street fight was set up well in advance.
You'll never get it.
It's how we protect what's ours, the cause.
All right, out of all that crap you recorded,
is there anything with Milena that could help me?
No. Nothing. Sorry.
Then I don't know why I'm talking to a nutcase like you.
I loved her too, you know, Salvador?
You're not the only one hurting.
Salvador, we've got a call. Heart attack at 6 Riojanos Street.
Yeah, I'm on my way down.
Hey!
Here, for God's sake!
Hurry up! Here!
The tower on the left.
-Seventh floor. -Jesus.
There should be an elevator.
-No! -Damn it.
-No fucking way. -Holy shit.
ELEVATOR OUT OF ORDER
Hurry! Quick!
Back there! Quick!
Please, hurry! My husband is in a very bad way!
To the right, the living room!
Please hurry! He's been like this for an hour.
Bravo, man!
-Please save him! -Great. Is this how you do your job?
How did it take you a damn hour to get here?!
I called you a damn hour ago!
-How did it take you an hour? -Wait, Óscar!
If my dad dies, it's on you!
Your damn fault!
Took you an hour to get here, dammit. What the hell were you doing?
-It's been a long time already. An hour. -My dad's dying here.
-I heard him. I was in the kitchen. -One hour!
I didn't hear anything with the TV, then I came out…
-A damn hour! -I saw him there…
-If anything happens to him, you're dead. -Can't you see they're trying to save him?
If my dad dies, I'll destroy all three of you!
-No one's getting out of here alive! -Óscar! Please don't threaten them.
Bravo! Great! Awesome fucking job!
You're real fucking professionals!
-Óscar, please! -Great job!
-I'm not gonna keep my mouth shut! -Shut up!
-Maybe they can save him. -A fucking hour.
They better save him, or they're dead.
-Okay. -Bastards.
What a shitty job you do.
This is bullshit. A damn hour.
-Shut up! -He's dying, and they took an hour.
-He's in asystole. -What's that? What the hell is asystole?
-Shut up, Óscar! -You shut up!
-Óscar, be quiet! -Hell no! I'm not shutting up.
My dad's dying, and they took an hour.
I don't want to calm down.
What the hell were you doing?
-How did you take an hour? -Hey! Cool it.
-How'd you take so long-- -Hey!
Hands off! What took you so long? A damn hour!
-Calm down. -Don't touch me!
What? Hell no!
-A fucking hour! -Calm down!
-Óscar! That's enough! -Don't touch me!
-We're getting nowhere like this! -Damn it!
-Your father had a heart attack. -Calm down.
-Calm down, for God's sake! -Relax.
-You killed my father! -Calm down.
-Listen to me, Óscar. -Shut up!
This is a sedative, okay?
With your permission, I'm going to give it to you. Okay?
God…
Let's sit down now, all right? Come on.
Come on.
Easy, now, okay?
What do I do now?
The police are on their way.
Take calm breaths, okay?
Come on.
Like that.
Son.
Calm down, son. Take it easy.
Please.
Please, son.
Alpha to Dispatch.
Go ahead, Dispatch.
Code 2.5, stabbing.
10 Paseo de las Encinas. National Police have just arrived.
Copy that.
We're gonna save this patient.
NATIONAL POLICE
Julia.
What a coincidence. That's my name too.
It's Detective Andújar to you.
Do you know why you're here?
You don't, huh?
Looks like you stepped in shit.
No. Not when I checked this morning, anyway.
If I stepped in it just now, I didn't notice.
Right.
Where were you when the White Souls attacked the French group,
leaving three fans injured and a cop fighting for his life?
Picking up asparagus.
I work at a supermarket, and that day I was restocking asparagus.
Look, sweetheart.
We videos showing you there.
Lying to the police is not a good idea.
Yeah.
Now, get out of here. But we'll see each other again.
Well, thanks a lot.
Just one thing.
Ana, right?
Your daughter.
Her name's Ana.
No.
Don't go there.
Get out of here.
And watch your shoe. Don't scrape the shit off.
Your people are harassing me.
-They're not my people. -Like I care. Get them off my back.
It's good the police aren't giving you special treatment.
Keep my daughter out of this.
Julia, let's focus on what matters.
Milena left a spot that you can fill.
And it's a great opportunity.
What do you mean?
Nacho.
He's alone and needs company.
EMERGENCIES
Go, quick.
Let's go.
Stab wound. 20 years old. She's lost blood but she's conscious.
-Lilibeth. -Hi, Lilibeth.
Inside, let's go.
Thanks.
How are you doing?
You skipped the funeral.
I'm on call.
Okay, yeah. That's a pretty weak excuse.
I don't know. It's just…
I didn't feel comfortable going to a neo-Nazi funeral.
I'm all worked up, Salva.
Did you know your daughter was involved with a group like that?
It's tearing me apart, dammit.
I saw them kill her.
I don't know how to act, Salva. I just don't.
Sorry. I don't.
I think you do know.
They're questioning the French guy.
He's in isolation. But you didn't hear that from me.
Your husband's a hero.
We'll track down those guys who threw the Molotov cocktail.
You need to have faith because we'll find them. For sure.
I know.
It's not easy, but we'll do it.
Sorry, excuse me.
Excuse me. You're a police officer, right?
What do you want?
My name's Salvador Aguirre.
My daughter, Milena, died a few days ago. She was with the White Souls. I don't…
I'm really sorry. I don't mean to bother you.
I heard you have the suspect here. Is that right?
-How dare you? -I'm sorry.
Leave.
-Get moving. -Fine, I'm leaving.
Do you know anything about my daughter's killer?
Leave now if you don't want any trouble.
They told me isolation is around here.
It's that door there, but you can't go in.
One moment, please.
Yes?
Yes, room 808. Okay, perfect, I'll send it.
-Hi. -What do you want? You're not allowed in.
I need to speak with the detectives.
Yeah, well, you can't. Leave.
That guy?
-Him, yes? -Yeah.
No.
Yeah.
Okay. I want you to look at this girl.
Take a good look.
Was she there when they beat you up?
Yeah.
You can't be here. Move along.
-Move along, please. -Okay.
-Didn't you hear me? -Just a second. Really.
-I'm off to the station. -Sounds good.
Excuse me, I'm Milena Aguirre's father. I was told this guy's a suspect.
Just because we speak with someone doesn't mean they did anything.
The attackers were French.
For now, we're just investigating.
Come with us, please.
Officer, she was my only daughter. I'm begging you.
If you know anything, I'm begging you to tell me.
I need to know who killed her.
The only one arrested so far is the supporter we just visited.
-The Arab guy? -Uh-huh.
But that doesn't mean he's the culprit. It's just circumstantial.
In any case, if there's an update, someone will get in touch with you.
-All right? -Okay.
One more thing.
When can I get Milena's things from her place?
Your colleagues told me to wait a few days.
You can do it now.
Careful what you're looking for. You might just find it.
-Hey there, babe. Leaving already? -No, I'm not done yet.
What's going on?
Today's your last day. Sorry.
-What? -It's out of my hands.
The bosses saw you on the news.
Some funeral videos or something like that.
I got you a little severance pay.
No.
No, wait. It's just that…
The videos, Olga, that's not…
You can't fire me, Olga. They'll take my daughter away.
-I told you. -I'm powerless here.
I was told… they don't want people like that.
Wait. Like what?
Like a mother? Huh? Olga, tell me who I have to talk to.
A big-shot boss. I don't mind putting in more hours.
-I can work weekends, Fridays… -My hands are tied.
But…
What?
Fuck this, then.
ALWAYS FAITHFUL
Relax. I just came to…
I just came for Milena's stuff. I didn't know she lived with someone.
-What are you doing here? -I…
The police gave me her keys and her stuff.
I didn't know she was living with anyone.
I'm sorry.
Get lost.
Can I take this?
I bought it for her.
Yeah.
-Thanks. -No problem.
God fucking damn it…
Son of a bitch…
God fucking damn it!
-What are you doing here? -I wanted to talk.
Go on in. You're gonna get pneumonia out here.
Shouldn't you be at work?
I got fired.
The bosses saw me on the news and freaked out.
It was a shit job anyway.
I thought you liked it.
What are you gonna do?
Well, I was thinking that, with Milena's gone,
maybe you could use some help behind the bar.
Milena could handle herself. There are handsy people here.
And with your looks, you could make ten times more in a nightclub.
Yeah, but I wanna learn, Carla.
And I'd love to learn from you.
I need more than just a bartender.
Whatever you need.
Well, let's see how you do.
Thanks.
Don't thank me. Put the chairs out.
NATIONAL POLICE
-Excuse me. -Yeah?
I'm here to see Detectives Andújar and Martín.
They're down there. Come with me.
-Mr. Aguirre. -Hello.
-Thanks for coming. -Please come in.
Any news?
No. No updates.
So, you haven't confirmed it's the French guy from the hospital?
Did you know your daughter was involved with the ultras?
Well, I knew she was sort of seeing one of them,
but nothing serious.
Right.
I want you to see this.
White Souls!
Let's go!
-Go back to your country! -You bastards!
Come on!
Come on, dammit!
Come on!
I'm sorry, but she wasn't some poor girl with an hooligan boyfriend
who got involved in a brawl.
Your daughter was a radical, like all the others,
and she knew what she was doing.
Just like you knew the day you hit that Black man.
Do you remember?
-It must run in the family. -Wait a minute. You got it wrong.
It was just a scuffle.
That man showed up drunk in the ER.
I'm not racist.
Well, he was drunk and so were you.
And you got written up.
So, let's be patient
and wait for the French police to give us the information. Agreed?
You're not going to keep investigating, right?
She was a radical, so she got what she deserved.
-We didn't say that. -I think you did.
The officer's name is Abel.
The doctors aren't very optimistic.
And you know what? He has a daughter too.
A beautiful one.
If one of your daughter's friends tells you who threw the Molotov cocktail,
tell us, please.
You know his horse is named Black?
And that it's an Arabian?
Arabian.
I heard he's still crying in the stable.
I didn't know horses could cry.
Did you?
-You feel better now? -Yeah. I really do.
Hi. An alcohol-free beer, please.
-This has alcohol. -It's all we have here.
-Thanks, Julia. -No prob.
-Thanks. -Hi.
Excuse me. You pulled my daughter out of the river, right?
-Yeah, that was me. -Thank you.
It didn't help much.
I hadn't heard from her in a long time.
-I guess she told you. -No, she didn't mention you.
-Sorry, I'm working. -Hey.
Hold on a second, please. I don't understand.
No matter how much I think, I don't get it.
Do you know why they killed her?
-I'm sorry. -Sorry--
Hey, quack!
Let her go. That's enough, all right?
-It's all right. -No, cut it out.
Julia, go to the bar.
This guy is our friend, okay?
Give me a hand.
Grab these bags, please.
They're good guys, but they're always on guard.
They hold their own.
-With what? -Life.
-I'm glad you came. I knew you would. -Trust me, I wasn't so sure.
I knew the cops wouldn't listen to you.
You need answers, and we're your only hope.
Come on.
What happened to Julia, our bartender, also happened to me.
I was a hairdresser. Salon manager.
When they found out my husband was an ultra, they fired me.
He went to a match in Liverpool.
Some hooligans killed him.
The police wouldn't listen to me.
We'd been married three months.
You know who was there to help me?
The ones who helped me bring Sergio's body back home?
His friends, ultras like him.
Later, I took over the bar.
And the rest is history. That was 15 years ago.
And nothing's changed.
I need to find out who killed my daughter.
And I need…
I need to get to know her.
To find out who she really was.
She was a great kid.
ONE NATION, ONE STRUGGLE
LOVE MADRID
FOOD BANK
Unload the trunk.
What's this? Where are we?
Where I met your daughter. Mateo introduced us.
-You were neighbors, right? -Yeah.
So, what do you do here?
We occupy buildings to provide housing for Spaniards.
We give them food, shelter, medicine… We help them find work.
Only for Spaniards. Are you Spanish? I bet not.
Get out of here. Beat it.
Get moving. Go.
Only Spaniards?
Yeah. No Arabs, Blacks, Latinos, or Eastern Europeans.
-Those folks have their places. -Right…
Sorry, but…
What? Say whatever you're thinking.
I think it's disgusting to make those distinctions.
I don't get it.
We do what others won't for them. Come in.
Yeah, but that's plain old populism.
I don't discriminate.
When I get an emergency call, I just go in.
I don't care who they are or what they believe.
-It's all the same to me. -Yeah, I know.
You take care of everyone, except your own family.
Come on.
A DECENT MEAL FOR OUR PEOPLE
Hello.
We help hundreds of families without asking for anything in return.
Vulnerable families, evicted from their homes,
unemployed for years, with no one else to help them.
Look there.
Your ex-wife and daughter should be up there.
Look for them.
They lost their home after they lost you.
PRIDE OF SPAIN ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS
We took them in like family.
While you were already lost to booze, gambling, and debt…
We took care of them when you didn't.
What are you trying to do? Shame me?
We gave Milena a job at my bar
and paid for her to become a tattoo artist.
She had real talent and great taste.
Why are you telling me this?
Someone had to, Salvador.
They cried a lot. A lot.
They felt alone and abandoned. And now you say you want justice?
You want the cops to arrest the Arab who killed your daughter.
They won't.
You won't get justice. We can't give it to you either.
What we can do
is track down the Arab who murdered Milena and avenge her.
That's for sure. That's why you're here, isn't it?
I don't want revenge.
I don't believe in that.
You can hail a cab on the street.
Relax, Manuel. We know who they are.
Shit.
Hey, you bastard!
-Son of a bitch! -Die, fascists!
Your dirtbag friends.
Antifas, you call them, right?
They don't like what we do here either. Just like you.
Call Max, please.
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella