LOVE MADRID
The antifas. Plowed their car into the building.
No one was seriously hurt. Not even the car's occupants.
-How many in custody? -Six. Three lefties, three righties.
-Want to question them? -No, have them taken in.
-Evening. -They're all yours.
Copy that.
Listen, the court order just came in.
We need to clear out and cordon off the building.
Let's go.
All right, I need your attention.
Attention, please.
You need to exit the building. We have a court order.
Please leave through the main door.
Keep calm.
Please, sir.
All right, calm down, please.
Make your way out through the main door. Okay?
Please, ma'am.
Please, everyone, get out of the building.
Martín.
There are minors upstairs.
Social services are en route.
Is Mari Ángeles here?
Have her go upstairs.
Mari Ángeles, come here now, please.
What's going on?
Who are they?
All right. Please.
Please, I need your attention.
I'm very sorry, but you need to exit the building.
We have a court order. I'm really sorry.
So please start gathering your things and head out.
My colleagues are here to help.
If you need anything, just ask them.
We have to clear the building, sir.
Bundle up. It's really cold out, okay?
I'm sorry, but you need to go.
Okay. Do you have any slippers?
Here. Let's get this on you.
There we go.
Hey!
-What's your name? -Ian.
Wow! Same as my partner here, right?
-Sir, you need to get moving. I'm sorry. -If you need anything, let me know.
Aren't you ashamed, throwing these needy people out onto the street?
How could you?
-Ma'am-- -Hands off!
Ma'am, please leave.
-Spanish citizens are paying for this! -Keep quiet, or you'll be in trouble.
So, they're victims?
-Take her away! -Shameful!
-Whatever you say. -Shameful! Let go! You're hurting me!
What harm are we doing? Tell me.
It makes no sense to separate kids from their parents!
Look at how old they are!
-They depend on us! -This isn't fair.
Entire families rely on what we do here!
You're taking away their help.
-They can't even walk. -They're homeless and helpless!
These are Spanish families! No need for all those batons!
They really need it!
We give them food to eat because they're Spanish.
Show some respect! There are elderly people here, man!
These people are Spanish!
It makes me sick. I swear.
Yeah. There's no getting used to this.
What are you doing here?
I was visiting.
I've been trying to leave, but…
Come with me, please.
Salva?
Get in.
This is shameful.
Why are you here?
No idea.
Looking for answers.
Answers? Here?
For your own good and for the good of the investigation, stop interfering.
You don't have daughters, huh?
Don't go there.
Not the first time I've seen a dad play the hero.
I'm really sorry you're going through this,
but you need to trust us.
You haven't given me much reason to.
See that bearded man?
His name is Máximo.
Máximo Jiménez Robledo.
Historian.
He teaches at a high school and complains that his students don't listen.
He's lost his authority as a teacher.
Maybe that's why he blows off steam beating people up
and extorting them.
You bastard!
We'll run security! Accept it, or I'll be back every damn day!
-Got it? -Okay.
They offer them protection, and if the business owners say no,
they give them reasons to hire them.
And that's not all.
Together with his nephew, Nacho Robledo, the pretty boy who sells apartments,
your daughter's boyfriend,
well, they also pull rip and runs on drug dealers.
That's when one dealer steals from another, so you know.
Hey, man!
Good to see you, motherfucker.
-Don't move. -Put the bag down.
Put it down!
Let's go!
All right!
Let's go!
Take the car.
And part of that goes to fund this humanitarian front, Love Madrid.
It's just a PR stunt.
It all started with soccer, but since they were banned from stadiums,
it's become nothing more than a cover story.
Look.
See the camera guy?
They record everything.
Then they use it as ideological ammunition.
They flood social media with fake news, hoaxes, and edited videos…
No way. There are kids here. They've been taken from their parents.
What are you trying to say?
So, that girl… reminds me a lot of your daughter.
Julieta Ruiz de Azúa.
Privileged liberal parents.
Father's a college professor. Mother's a biologist.
Private schools, trips, and lots and lots of protests.
15-M, the oil spill,
climate change…
So, how'd that girl end up there?
Simply because those people were there
when her parents weren't.
Sometimes, that's all it takes.
This is disgraceful.
Of course, sir.
Sure.
We'll do that. I'll handle it. I'm sorry.
Goodbye, sir.
Martín!
You stirred the pot with that Love Madrid eviction.
I bet you're happy now.
What's up?
I got chewed out by the ministry for something that's not my fault.
When do you plan to arrest the bastard who torched our guy?
We're on it.
-You've said that before. -And I'll say it again.
It's really hard to arrest a White Soul
when there are people on the force who protect them and tip them off.
-What are you implying? -Not implying. I'm saying it directly.
There are judges, lawyers, and cops protecting these lowlifes.
Everyone knows it.
So we're doing what we can.
I want that bastard who threw the Molotov cocktail here
by the end of the day.
Ignacio!
Why don't you ask your brother for help?
Excuse me?
He's the White Souls' lawyer, right?
Well, shit, he could lend us a hand.
EL CID, THE CHAMPION STORY OF A SPANISH HERO
El Cid.
Did he fight with the Christians against the Muslims,
or with the Muslims against the Christians?
A mercenary.
Just like you.
You'll never see me on the wrong side.
Max…
My brother needs to close the cop case, and he wants a name.
A head on a pike.
When the Crusaders killed a Muslim, they'd chop off his head.
They'd display it like a trophy.
That was a head on a pike.
Your brother wants one of our guys? Tell him to read more.
This isn't the 11th century. Things are different now.
But this could work for us.
Especially with that blubbering father poking around.
I don't care about him.
But Milena was my nephew's girlfriend, and he loved her. He's a wreck.
Right.
Right…
What do I tell my brother?
Tell him to drop the investigation into the missing businessman.
I've tried that already, and it won't fly.
We want Love Madrid's headquarters.
That's the judge's call.
I don't care if it's Jesus Christ's call.
Either he gives us the headquarters back, or no deal.
Fine.
Who? Whose head is going to be on a pike?
Yours.
My brother wants footage of the arrest.
He'll get a full video, but he has to hold up his end of the deal.
Okay. Easy does it.
-Hello. -Hi.
Fell from the fourth floor, no harness or helmet.
Probably no insurance.
Ready? One, two, three.
Okay, careful. Easy now.
-What's his name? -Hassan. He's undocumented.
Watch his visitors.
The foremen will try to get him to give their version of events.
That's if he pulls through, because… I'm going to the restroom.
He's got a traumatic brain injury.
Bleeding from the left ear… He hasn't lost consciousness.
-Marjane. -Yeah, Salva?
Hey, we're out of opiates.
No fentanyl and no morphine.
Who's restocking the meds?
Hey!
Hey, you!
Where are you going?
I don't speak Spanish. Huh?
What?
No Spanish. I don't understand.
I'm the one confused here.
Hey, excuse me. Hey.
Yo. Hey!
Way to make a scene out there.
Just what you need right now.
-No one told me he was getting discharged. -Since when have they ever told you that?
He's my daughter's supposed killer. I deserve an explanation.
Elena, I just need to know why he killed her. That's all I ask.
Let Milena rest in peace.
That's exactly what I want.
Look, Salva.
I've worked in the ER for over 15 years.
I've learned you can't console a father who's lost his daughter.
Especially not when he feels guilty.
She's never coming back.
You'll never be able to fix the mistakes you made with her.
NATIONAL POLICE
I can't believe it.
-Any emergencies in the neighborhood? -Yeah, actually.
Why'd you release him?
-He had nothing to do with it. -That's a lie.
He's an ultra. There are tons of photos on social media.
-Excuse me. -There are dozens.
Didn't you get what I told you about these people
and how they operate?
Without evidence, we can't do anything. We can't hold anyone.
-Evidence? Are you looking for it? -Not right now.
So I gotta do it myself?
We're not out looking because you're wasting our time.
Go home.
Julia, I got this.
Clean up here and see if anyone outside needs anything.
Okay.
-I'll have the thigh. -Adults first.
With age comes privilege.
We need to choose a name.
It's the only way to get Love Madrid back.
-I was thinking-- -It has to be Julia.
Well…
Newbies get the short end of the stick.
They do the worst jobs, get a pat on the back,
and if they don't like it, they can get the hell out.
-Julia has a daughter. -They took her away.
They don't live together.
What's it matter if she's in jail?
Unless being a chick gets you brownie points.
I'm serious.
I could post it online so the newbies have the info.
"Here, we practice positive discrimination."
I'll make the call.
Habemus Papam?
Done. I'll send you all the info.
I wasn't sure when you were coming.
I was supposed to help with Milena's clothes.
Yeah, I forgot. Sorry.
What's this?
-You sell apartments in Valencia? -It's nothing.
-It's a place I might get. -Oh! You're leaving?
That was the plan, to open a bar near the beach.
But now…
I don't know. It's stupid.
No, it's not, Nacho. Actually, I've thought about it too.
-Really? -Yeah.
When I get my daughter back, I'll look for a job near the beach…
-And just live. -Do it.
If you can, do it.
Your folks are loaded, right?
No, I don't have parents.
So, what now? Let's do this.
Look. Milena's clothes are on that rack there.
Okay? I can't even go near it.
-I can't. -Nacho, chill.
-That's why I came here. -All right.
So, you take her stuff,
pack it into those boxes over there, and take it to her dad.
-Her dad? -Yeah.
Milena couldn't stand him.
I don't want to give her stuff to someone who'll sell it.
Her dad loved her.
Seems like it, right?
I'm gonna…
God fucking damn it…
You've got company in the kitchen.
A young lady.
-Hi, guys. -Hi.
I didn't expect this.
Nacho asked me to bring you Milena's things.
I mean, if you want them.
-If not, I'll take them. -No. Leave them, please.
-Want something to drink? -No.
I don't get how you can live here. What is this place? A warehouse?
My salary only goes so far.
My housemates are all right.
Is anyone from here?
No, they're all immigrants.
Good people.
Spare me the speech, all right? My folks were just like you.
Lots of multiculturalism, lots of tolerance…
"We're all the same."
When it comes down to it, exactly like you.
Like me?
The kind who care a lot but care to do very little.
So, what happened?
No, don't pretend you care. You've got your daughter's stuff.
Nothing interests me more.
I want to understand you.
Well, look, I got pregnant.
By a punk, "El Málaga." A dude with a name like that.
He hadn't opened a book in his life.
One day I brought him home, and my parents almost called the cops.
"This guy's no good for you."
"You can't have this baby." "We all make mistakes."
My tolerant parents.
The progressives, cool, hippie ones.
Yeah, well, we parents mess up.
Sure, they were hypocrites.
-But the White Souls-- -No way, no.
No, I wasn't racist.
When I left home, I had to hustle hard to survive.
That's where you see reality.
And what is reality?
No comparative literature professors come here in dinghies.
Or anyone who could steal my dad's job.
But supermarket shelf stockers? Plenty of those come.
And I'll step on anyone who tries to take my job.
If that person's Black, and you call that racism…
So, do you want the stuff?
Were you and Milena friends?
Of course.
Then keep the stuff.
I'm sure Milena would rather you have it.
That's for sure.
You could've said that earlier. Just saying.
Let's grab a drink. You coming?
-What's the occasion? -We cracked the case.
Look.
The one who threw the Molotov cocktail.
Pretty and a bad girl. Any journalist's dream.
Where'd you get this?
She's got a record fit for a TV show.
Big house, progressive parents, money,
a house in Mallorca, and three armed robberies.
Your classic spoiled leftist brat.
But where? Where did you get this?
What's wrong? Is it because she's a woman?
Even the ultras have equality now.
You, as a woman, should be happy about this.
I think you're making a mistake.
We'll see about that.
For now, the ministry's thrilled.
I'll sit this one out.
Let's go.
Julia.
Martín, I need you to spot me some cash.
I want to buy the munchkin a present.
This is way too pricey.
You can't give it to her.
Why not?
You're going to be arrested.
What do you mean?
You said if I helped, you'd forget the robberies.
It was your people. Your people.
They say you threw the Molotov cocktail on Castellana.
No.
No, no way. That can't be true.
They need someone to take the fall.
And they chose you.
That's bullshit that they chose me. Bullshit.
Out of the way, damn it.
-What's wrong with you? -Bastards.
-What? -You and your uncle!
-What do you mean? -You bastards!
-What? -You sold me out to the pigs.
I'll go to jail because of the cop.
-Why would they do that? -Your uncle decided.
-Between you and me, he chose me. -Where'd you hear that?
-Who told you that? -What's it matter? You think I'm an idiot?
It does matter! Did my uncle say so?
Why would your uncle tell me?
Okay, just calm down. I'll fix this, okay? I promise.
Shit.
Okay?
All right?
Today's my daughter's birthday. Today.
I haven't been able to give her anything. At all.
What do you want to give her?
A mother who isn't going to jail, for starters.
You smell like Milena.
Shit. This one's cool.
-Haven't you seen it? -I don't remember.
Hey, nephew!
Parents are the worst.
One's complaining because he doesn't like what I'm teaching.
It's a miracle his dumbass son is actually learning.
Shit.
Not Julia.
We have no choice.
I was the one who hit the cop.
Well, that's why.
-I won't let her take the rap. -That's not your call to make.
Not my call?
Yes, it is. I will decide.
Lots of people are with us to get something from us.
Not her. She's loyal.
So find someone else, okay?
Make the call now.
-Call now! -Calm down.
Can you shut up? I'm at school, for fuck's sake.
-Come on, everyone. Let's go. -Let's move.
Let's go. Quick and efficient. Move it.
Everyone against the bar!
Police! Everyone against the bar! Move!
All worked up, eh?
Come on! Hands where I can see them!
-Hurry up! -Don't touch me.
I don't want to see phones!
-Hands on the bar! -Okay.
Legs spread…
Jorge Hidalgo Extremera.
-Who's asking? -Take it easy.
You're under arrest for assaulting an officer.
-What? -Huh?
Don't look at me!
You're coming with us.
-Max! -Easy.
-Max, damn it! -Come on.
Let's go.
-Let's go. -God fucking damn it.
ID cards on the bar!
Come on!
ID cards on the bar!
EMS STATION
And now, we go live to the press conference
with Chief Police Inspector Ignacio Dorado.
Thank you all for coming.
I wanted to announce that last night, officers from the National Police Corps
arrested the alleged perpetrator of the brutal attack
against mounted police inspector Abel García Turrión,
who remains hospitalized, fighting for his life.
The arrest took place at The Fried Chicken,
a meeting place for the White Souls.
The suspect is Jorge Hidalgo Extremera, also known as Tibu.
He is part of this radical and violent group
who have been a toxic presence in our country for years.
Also known for their alleged connection
with drug trafficking, extortions, and kidnappings.
If this arrest brings a glimmer of hope
to the room of our colleague Abel, so be it.
Goddamn dumbfuck.
Disgusting.
SALVADOR NEIGHBOR
-Salvador. -Mateo.
-You're watching this on TV? -Yeah.
It's all lies. Don't believe it.
They're saying you're practically terrorists.
It'll get worse.
They could have caught anyone.
It's all lies, fake, lies.
The police are freaking out and need a scapegoat.
There's no footage of him doing it.
The pigs want it to look like they're doing their job.
So you have that video, but not one of Milena in Madrid Río.
You're all talk.
They didn't care who it was at all. The cops wanted to send a message.
"We're effective. If you mess with one of us, get ready."
Salva, that's normal. We're all like that. If they mess with us--
They did mess with us, damn it.
They killed my daughter in the ER in front of people,
and I don't see anyone caring.
-The police, least of all. -All right, Salva.
But they're investigating.
What do you want? For them to go arrest the first innocent person they find?
I want them to do their job, that's all, which is to protect the people.
Salva, it's not a matter of them or us…
Look, I know that you want to know the truth
and I get that pieces fit, but not everything has an explanation.
Cops who don't investigate because they don't like a victim…
That has an explanation. There's a name for that.
You're being strung along by people telling you what you want to hear.
Well, if you say so…
I do.
-Thanks. -Thanks.
-What can I get you? -Nothing.
The police aren't looking for that Arab.
Of course not, hon. What did you expect?
How much would it cost to get you guys to do it?
You've got it wrong.
Tell me how much.
We do things because we believe in them, from the heart.
You heard Love Madrid was shut down, right?
The poor people still need help. We have to do something.
I don't follow you.
What is that the Arabs say?
"If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, Muhammad must go to the mountain."
If they don't let the poor come to us, we'll go to the poor.
Tomorrow we'll hand out food in Lavapiés.
Lavapiés?
Do you have many supporters there?
We have supporters everywhere, hon.
It's true there are other places where we're more accepted.
But…
I worry about my kids, that a local might want to cause trouble,
that there might be injuries…
We could use a doctor.
Especially one with an ambulance.
Quid pro quo.
If you say so.
-No! -Let's go!
Come on, let's go.
FOOD FOR SPANIARDS
Guys, wait.
Make the books look nice.
-Lined up. -Okay.
I'll bring you more, okay?
Nacho, here. This one's ready.
-How are you? -All right.
The flyers?
Nacho, these are ready to be handed out directly.
-Put another box of cookies over there. -We have enough for now.
Long live Spain.
Look, milk.
All right, line up. Thanks.
-Yes, there are still bags and flyers. -Okay.
This is also like…
Love Madrid. We help our compatriots.
Long live Spain.
Alpha 25, we have a code 1.6 in the Embajadores area.
Are you nearby?
We're far from there. At least 15 minutes away.
Dispatch, Alpha 17 is 5 minutes away. We'll go.
But we're right next to it.
What…?
Damn, I goofed.
But Alpha 17 is on the way, right?
There are more ready here. We'll keep bringing them up.
Okay.
If you line up, we'll help you in no time.
Pasta, bread, coffee, wipes…
Come on, folks! Come closer. This is free.
You don't have to pay.
Here you go, sir. There's pasta, bread, rice…
Okay, thanks.
Let's let the elderly go first. They've earned it.
Come on, folks! Step up. It's free.
There's tons of Blacks here, man.
At the rate we're going, Mateo,
and with the leaders ignoring the problem,
more and more Spaniards are going to join.
Want this, ma'am? Is it too heavy for you?
Yes, ma'am, here you go.
-Thank you. -Want a book? No, sweetie, not for you.
Why not?
-Tell your folks to come get it. -Okay.
No! No.
-I'm Spanish. -But this is for people born here, honey.
Sorry.
Sorry, patriots only.
I'm Spanish. I have a national ID card.
Spanish from Caracas.
I'm Spanish, damn it!
-It's all right. -Fucking fascists.
Why are you in our neighborhood? You came to provoke us.
If helping looks like provoking to you, then we've come to help.
Fascists! Get out of this neighborhood!
Sir, there's a public restroom there. You can wash up if you want.
-What are you doing? -Come on.
The immigrants aren't kicking us out of the neighborhood.
It's the vulture funds who are buying up our houses
to sell them to the rich!
Please! Patriots only. Step aside.
Fascists!
We don't have any dog food. Sorry.
We're here to help, okay?
-Help? -Just leave.
Give the food to the kid!
-Give the food to the kid! -You're rude.
-Hey, calm down! -Come on, hit me!
-I won't hit you. -It's why you came.
Aren't you here to help, you liar?
-Calm down. -Easy.
If you don't want food, leave!
Get lost! Fascists!
Hey! Cool it, okay?
Hey!
Okay.
What's wrong with you?
Cool it!
Hey!
You're rude!
We've come to help Spaniards.
No! Why won't you let us help Spaniards?
Spaniards! Why won't you let us?
Let go! Wait!
Bitch!
Go back to your fucking country, damn it!
Filthy! Immigrant!
We came to help!
MATEO CALLING
-Want me to answer? -No.
-Yeah? -Salvador.
We were handing out food, and Carla was pushed down the stairs.
-Can you come here? -Where?
Lavapiés Square, the Argumosa Street exit.
Okay. On my way.
-Who was it? -Someone's injured at Lavapiés Square.
-And they're calling you? -They know me.
They should call 112.
We need authorization first.
Are we here to treat people or follow protocols?
-Well, I'm not going. -Then don't come.
-Nacho! -Let us through! Please!
Over there!
Out of the way, please!
-What happened? -I was pushed.
-Are you hurt? -My neck.
Okay, easy. We'll turn her over.
-Don't move. Okay. Slowly. -Come on. One, two…
There we go.
They pushed her, Salvador.
Toni, neck brace.
I got it all on video.
They're damn immigrants.
There, all yours.
Let's go.
-Here. -Okay.
Okay…
Here, okay.
Okay, this…
Toni's gonna stay with you.
I don't think you broke anything, but you'll need X-rays.
I'm glad you came. Very good.
You knew they were gonna cause trouble.
-You knew? -What?
We were circling the area for an hour until they called.
No, that's not true. We have a patient. We gotta go to the hospital.
Salva.
I get what's going on with you.
I can even come to understand what you're doing.
But I won't allow you,
under any circumstances, to use our work.
Is that clear?
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
Ana!
Ana, come here. Let me tie your shoe. You'll fall.
-I won, Mommy. -Great, sweetheart. Lift your foot.
Tell whoever ties your shoes to do it tighter or you learn to tie them.
You're old enough now.
Go on, go play.
-You really caused some trouble today. -And you guys…
Forcing families out of Love Madrid.
What nerve.
Why did you want to see me?
-Don't you think it's going to look great? -It's too small.
It'll fit. I'm her mother, and I know her better than anyone.
Kids grow up, Julia.
And they forget.
What did you want to tell me?
Tibu wasn't involved in the cop thing.
It was that lawyer, Dorado, and his brother.
Where'd you hear that?
From Nacho.
Well, look, today you actually helped me.
I do it for her, not for you.
I hope she likes it.
Talk soon.
Ana!
Come, try this on.
Go on. Go play.
Breaking news.
Immigrant brawl erupts in Lavapiés during a food giveaway
organized by a group of volunteers from the NGO Love Madrid.
One of those injured was the manager of their social center,
which was just ordered to be reopened minutes ago
by Judge Virginia Roldán,
following requests from the lawyer Alejandro Dorado.
ONE HOMELAND, ONE FIGHT
LOVE MADRID
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella