Salvador, they shot me.
I'm dying.
Where are you?
A gas station near Loeches.
-You gotta get here. -Okay. Stay put.
They're after me.
Send me your location.
Okay, I will. Just get here, please.
We should call the police.
Yeah, but we won't.
So, what's the plan?
We're helping someone who's hurt.
Okay. Let's go.
That fucking bastard.
You hit him, right?
No fucking clue.
Why not just let him go?
What? Did lockup mess with your head?
It didn't change me. But Mateo is nuts.
-Don't throw your life away for him. -He killed my girl!
He's been laughing in my face.
Nobody laughs at me. Nobody.
SALVADOR NEIGHBOR
LOCATION
LIVE LOCATION
How far to the gas station?
About two miles.
Salva…
Did he say why he did it?
No, but I know why.
He hates women.
Fucking bastard.
Christ. I watched that kid grow up.
We were neighbors. I taught him how to ride a bike.
His dad took off. His mom raised him.
Just like your daughter.
Just like my daughter.
What the hell are you doing?
Are you fucking crazy? What's wrong with you?
-Tibu! -There's nobody here.
-Get out. -Okay. No problem.
I don't want any trouble.
Up front.
Take it easy. Take whatever you want.
The guy under the truck, where is he?
He probably got off.
-Did he get off or not? -Yeah, he did.
Where?
Here, Marjane.
Where is he?
Over there.
Okay.
Come on. Let's go.
There he is.
Toni, two IV lines!
Blood pressure! Now!
He's got a pulse.
Look, Salvador.
Salvador, go to this website.
Download the video.
Milena's video is there.
-I recorded it. -I've seen it already.
-You saw it? -I've seen it.
Apply pressure. We need to go. Now.
I want to die, Salvador.
Hey, stay with me.
I won't let you die.
You'll pay. The right way and in the right place.
No, I want to die.
-Let's go. -Take him.
-One, two… -Up!
God.
BP's 80 over 40, pulse 130. He's tachycardic.
Toni, 200 saline. TXA.
-Plenty of saline. -Okay.
Come on.
Salva, apply pressure. Don't let him lose blood.
Great.
-Let's get him on his side. -All right.
-Check for the bullet. -Help me, Toni.
-All right. -There.
One, two, three.
All right. Come on.
Stay here. I'll go.
Let's see.
-Nothing? -No exit wound.
Got it.
Keep at it. Let's go.
-Salva, where are you going? -The cab.
-No, I need you here. -What?
If he gets worse, I'll need help.
Salvador's a doctor.
-Okay? -All right.
-Go on, Toni. -Oh God.
-Okay. -All right.
Hey!
Shit!
Hey!
He's in the ambulance.
Shit! The White Souls!
-What? -Damn White Souls!
-They're after us! -What?
There they are, bastards.
Step on it!
-Motherfuckers. -We need more oxygen.
Salva, get a norepi drip ready.
Got it.
He's unconscious. BP is low.
They're on top of us!
Stop the ambulance! Damn it, stop!
Goddammit!
Holy shit!
Stop the ambulance!
Shit.
Hemothorax. We need to drain it. He's losing blood.
If we don't stop, he'll die.
-He'll suffocate. -Toni, we have to stop!
I can't stop here!
They're right on my tail!
He's bleeding out!
We're losing him!
They've got a--
They're shooting!
Shit!
They veered off the road!
Toni, you okay?
Yeah, just dandy!
This is nuts!
Toni, calm down. Find a safe place to stop.
What did you do, moron?
I'm not going back to jail. Not for you or anyone!
Tibu!
Nobody's going to jail.
You think I'm an idiot?
Let's get that ambulance. C'mon.
I'm not going with you!
I already took the fall for the cop. I don't owe you or your uncle anything.
I'm not here to defend your ego.
You hear me? Fuck off!
Okay, there we go.
He won't make it to the hospital. He's lost too much blood.
And they're after us.
What now?
Call Adolfo.
And tell him what?
His three favorite words.
-Marjane? -Adolfo.
We need you.
-Hi, Sandra. He's inside, right? -He's busy.
Busy, my ass!
Since when do I need an appointment?
-You can't go in there. -What do you mean?
It's okay, Sandra. Come in.
You caught me at a bad time. I have a meeting.
-This'll be quick. -What's wrong?
Did you talk to your brother?
-Not today. Why? -He's gonna bust us!
He says Julia's a mole and they know everything.
Call your brother and fix this.
It's out of my hands. Ignacio's too.
Whose hands is it in, then?
Whose hands is it all in?
God's.
Alejandro, I'm not the praying type.
But like God, I like to smite people.
Max, do yourself a favor.
Go back to your people. Accept your sentence.
Quit playing with the grown-ups.
You can't do this to us.
You've been paid on time for all your favors.
-So we're even. -No, we're not even!
I've got dirt on you and your boss!
If I talk, your boss goes down. My guys go down. Everyone goes down!
Do me a favor. Call Dávila and fix this. Call him.
Who do you think gave the order?
Goddammit!
Anyone can do what you do.
You don't need to be an engineer or even a high school graduate.
We don't need you.
Fine. I'm no idiot.
I know someone has to go down for this. Fine.
Let the kids pay. But help me. Save me.
What are you laughing at?! It's a good deal!
Let the kids take the fall! Save me!
Save me, Alejandro! Call Dávila and save me!
I expected nothing less. You're a survivor.
But even people like you…
For fuck's sake! Save me!
…go down.
I really can't stay any longer.
Come on. Clean this up. Look at this mess.
I'll tell Sandra to organize it, but you pick it up.
Alejandro!
-What? -Save me!
Alejandro!
Ale…
Hey. Give me the blood.
Are you crazy?
This kid killed Milena.
He has to make it to the hospital.
Milena's killer?
Yeah. He's been shot.
And you're getting into…?
I mean, you three are getting into deep shit
just to save this prick?
Give me a break.
Let him bleed out.
Adolfo, I can't believe you.
You're a paramedic.
No, don't go there.
This is different.
How is it different?
Adolfo, will you help us or not?
For God's sake.
-What are you doing? -Where's Mateo?
How should I know?
Who are you?
Someone with brains, unlike you.
Bastard!
You animal!
Hey!
You okay?
Okay. This should hold him until the hospital.
Thanks, Marjane.
The sedation's wearing off.
Do you know where you are?
Salvador…
The video…
Did you download it?
Have people seen it?
It's important.
It'll be used as evidence at your trial.
You won't die here. You'll face trial.
Milena was right.
You're a… loser.
A piece of shit.
I'm a doctor.
I save lives.
-Don't open the door. -But no one knows you're here.
Don't you get it? They're looking for me.
Stay here.
Come in. Damn it, come on.
Are you okay?
So now you care?
I'm in this mess because I listened to you and Salvador.
-Good afternoon. Don't worry. -Good afternoon.
I'm a cop. A friend of Salvador's.
Want a drink?
No, thanks. That's kind of you.
Listen.
I spoke with the investigating judge. She's expecting you.
I'm not going without my daughter.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Enjoy your meal.
Julia, just a moment.
For your daughter.
Take good care of yourself.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Bye, honey.
-Bye. -Bye.
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
No, stay in the car.
I'm coming with you. She's my daughter.
You don't have custody. Let's do this right.
Hell no.
-Julia. -Don't "Julia" me.
Here we go.
Since when are you friends with cops?
What's it to you? Why are you here?
Did they say you'll get your kid back if you cooperate?
Don't trust them. Cops will always screw you over.
You should've come to me.
-Or Max. -Sure.
So you could all wind up behind bars.
Sounds great, huh?
We've got lawyers, Julia. We White Souls look out for each other.
How exactly, Carla?
Like when Mateo killed Milena?
Or like when you wanted me to take the fall for Nacho?
Cut the crap. Please.
You've been brainwashed.
You knew Max gave my name to the cops, didn't you?
And you did nothing.
If it helped you get your daughter back, I'm glad.
I mean it.
-Look. -Hey!
There's Mom. She's with a friend.
-Hurry. -Mom!
Hi, honey!
Let's go. How are you?
-Let's go. -Good.
Are you okay? Let's get out of here.
Are you happy? Yeah?
Come on, sweetheart. Get in.
Julia.
Don't you think she should wait outside?
I'm not ashamed.
Let's go.
Come on.
Okay.
Come on. Okay.
Okay, let's go.
Quickly.
EMERGENCY ROOM
You did it.
No, we did it together.
You're an incredible doctor.
And an incredible man too.
COURTHOUSE
Who are the White Souls?
The White Souls are…
At first, they were just supporters of the team.
But it's not about soccer anymore.
What do they do?
Early on, they got money from drugs.
They'd buy from other traffickers or steal from rival gangs.
They also run security at nightclubs.
They start shit.
Like stabbings, brawls, whatever…
Then they shake down the owners so it doesn't happen again.
Bastard!
Our bouncers control the drugs coming in.
How is the group structured?
Like any gang, I guess.
I've only ever been in this one, but it's probably the same everywhere.
Someone's in charge. The rest obey.
In our crew, that's Max.
He picks the jobs and decides who does them.
White Souls!
Then there are the youngbloods.
People like me.
We do the dirty work.
Threats.
Paid beatings.
And, like everywhere else, some people are connected.
We have Nacho, Max's nephew.
He killed the cop on La Castellana.
And it wasn't his first time.
He told me that…
they wasted some guy at a scrapyard who owed them money.
Authorities are still searching for José Luis Velasco.
They're never gonna find him.
We put him in a car and crushed it. Now he's a tiny metal cube.
What about Carla?
She thinks she's a big shot.
And people respect her.
But she hasn't got much real power.
She sees herself as a mother to us.
But she doesn't have a clue what that means.
A mother would do anything for her kid.
Anything.
Even come here today to talk to you.
There are cops and lawyers involved too.
Max talked about the Dorado brothers a lot.
Especially Alejandro.
He was his lawyer. That's justified.
Are they gonna walk free just because they wear suits?
We're done here. You can go now.
Come here.
You know what we get to do today, Ana?
Live however we want.
Thank you.
Vacate the room.
Get down!
-Coming! -Come on! Get down, dammit!
-Down! -Okay.
On the ground. Now!
Don't move!
Freeze! Police!
Don't look at me!
Go ahead.
-Is it good? -Oh, it's great.
-Hi. -Hey, Martín. How's it going?
-Good. How about you? -Great. Have a drink.
So, what's the occasion? Haven't you heard?
Right, they can't call you. All your friends got taken in.
You're talking to the new head of security at the Washington embassy.
As for my friends, don't worry.
We'll find new ones.
But I want to make a toast to you.
They approved your transfer.
-Excuse me? -You're back on the beat.
In Tetuán, Madrid's Little Caribbean.
Here's to Martín!
Some of us will miss you.
It's all right.
Madrid is ready to celebrate. Today is a big day.
The trophy could and should return to Spain.
Which competition? The best one. The one of the greats.
A historic Champions League final,
and a final where we just want to talk about soccer,
goals, victory, and how wonderful life can be.
Meana, how are things near the stadium?
Like any big night, you can feel the moment has arrived.
These teams want the title and to be European champs.
Fans are already filling the stadium.
That unforgettable big-match buzz.
No surprises in Spain's starting 11.
As expected, Madrid's top 11 are playing.
The lineups everyone predicted are confirmed.
-Yeah? -Hey, Salva!
Julia?
What are you calling for?
Aren't you glad to hear from me?
No, sure. Jeez.
But they could track you.
Don't worry.
I stole this phone from a tourist.
What?
Just kidding. I don't do that stuff anymore.
It's a secure line. Don't worry.
Right.
-You know what? -What?
-From where I work, you can see the ocean. -No way.
Yeah. It's beautiful.
The munchkin loves it.
I'm so glad.
I never thanked you for all you did for me and my daughter.
You don't have to.
Yes, I do.
I can't say if you were much of a dad to Milena,
but you're the closest thing I've ever had to one.
Thank you.
Right.
Hey… I've gotta go.
I have to work.
Goodbye, Julia.
Bye.
Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella