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Hand over the f***ing case.

What case?

The one you got in your hand,

f***er.

Hes just goofing around.

Now lets check the goods.

First something to fire you up.

No, Pazos, amigo.

No more firing, please.

We trust each other then.

Between you guys and Villambrosa

theres an important engagement...

-The ring. 30 million pesetas worth.

-Thats why were here.

30 million. l know.

Trust is everything.

Professional.

Very professional.

Harder!

Harder!

-Well lll be f***ed!

-Nothing.

Son of abitch.

Nobody outsmarts Fatima.

Hey, Mr Tourino.

How are you?

Tell the president hell have

to tighten his belt.

We did the swap.

But their case was sort of...

sort of...

sort of e-m-p-t-y!

Empty!

Youll have the goods, Mr Souza. Leave

it to me in a few minutes.

No, l didnt know.

How was l to know it was

a jack in the box?

Travelling with your buddies.

Money in your pocket and the

tank full of gas.

And alot of road ahead.

200 km to the Big Club.

The world is red.

lts blue.

lts all black to me.

The ring. Son of abitch.

Dont stop.

They look like punks.

-Who?

-Those hitchhikers.

Holy Christ and all the saints

in abarrel!

Stop after the bend!

Well wait further on.

Was that good luck, corporal

or bad luck?

What do you mean, lieutenant?

Three cars almost run us

down in a few seconds.

Thats bad luck.

But they didnt.

So thats good luck.

lts a dilemma.

lt depends how

you look at it.

Sir, arent you going to

question them?

Of course.

Afternoon.

Why didnt you brake before?

Do you mean before in space

or in time?

Good question.

The 1st would be that seeing you,

l should have braked before.

The 2nd would mean that

having braked

the car wouldnt stop in time.

lnteresting.

So the ultimate question would be:

whos to blame, car or driver?

Guilty.

l understand.

Another dilemma.

So ask the question again

properly this time.

Konrad, cut the chat.

Allow me, lieutenant.

Afternoon.

The cars papers.

-Konrad, where are they?

-lll get them.

Sorry.

lm alawyer, eh?

Get him to specify which papers.

Listen, smartasses.

Get the papers out of the

f***ing car right now...

Or lll throw the f***ing book

atyou.

-Dont hit the car, its new.

-So what!

So fuckingwhat?

Didnt l tellyou l was a

lawyer, you clown?

Flathead!

-Hes drunk.

-Get out.

Dont hit the car, please.

Get out of the car.

Right...

now!

What the f*** are you doing?

Stop that!

Follow them!

lll call the station.

No, well both

call the station.

Well both call. That way

well make absolutely sure.

l smell crabs.

Your driving turns me on,

you bastard.

Come on, step on it.

Theyre ours.

l told you they

were terrorists, lieutenant.

Get out! Get out!

Will you listen to me, damn it!

Let the lawyer speak.

F***!

l cant remember why...

But l am not going in there

-No way!

-No chance!

-This is aparadise.

-Paradise.

We shouldnt forget

why were here.

We wont.

-Well just check out the place.

-Lets go.

-Evening, gentlemen.

-Evening.

Monica!

Shell fit the bracelets and

explain the rules.

Hi.

-Welcome to the Big Club.

-Thanks.

Services are registered here.

Please come with me, gentlemen.

Shallwe go in?

What goes in must come out.

Two, four and six.

Pazos!

What the fucks going o~?

Lieutenant Llorente.

Great to see you in the club again:

What the hell

was all that shooting?

And those alarms...

and guns.

We thought we heard screams

but it was a false alarm.

Get ready for an inspection

downstairs.

Sorry.

Pazitos, Pazitos.

Come on, boys.

Lets go.

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Big Club

Will be closing its door in a few minutes.

Dont forget our special offer

for Easter.

Thank you for your visit.

Smallworld, isnt it?

-Hes not here.

-The next one then:

Okoito.

-Whats that?

-Bad PH.

Lts war.

Hey, any cash left?

A bit.

Four more.

L pass.

-Do you like it, mom?

-You look great.

Beautiful, dear.

Lts the same as the one

on Thursday, but worse...

Help yourselves.

Theres more than enough.

Mom, Obsolete Love

has started.

Episode 2005

Jose Alberto, my love,

whats the real reason?

lm beginning to think

you dont want to marry me.

All right, Esmeralda,

lll tell you my secret.

When l find my real father

lll come back

and marry you.

And you know why?

-Because l love you.

-Yes.

Thats arelief.

Of course l do.

He wont come back.

Come on, Araceli,

please dont cry.

Youll get us all going.

lts probably

just a childish prank.

lts all Pakos fault.

l know it.

lf they dont show

up tonight...

that b*tch and her bastard

will know whats good for them.

lts the wedding of the year

and nobody will wreck it.

Dont worry.

lf anything had happened

wed have heard by now.

Theyre not in any hospital

and l checked with the morgue.

Grave accusations of corruption

and association with criminals

have affected the candidates

latest public appearances.

The voters have seen what

the oppositions up to...

slandering me,

connecting me with undesirables.

Perhaps because of my fight

against drugs,

juvenile delinquency,

and uncontrolled immigration.

Is that why?

So let them prove their charges

if they can.

Thats how the meeting in the

Basque country

of the presidential candidate

Santiago Paino ended.

Hes the leading candidate

in the presidential race

according to all the polls.

Pako, the window.

According to the girls

we should be close.

Konra, how much more?

Loads, but thats my last.

Or second last.

Youre out of it.

Juantxo, how much more?

I told you yesterday.

There are some bills left.

To hell with you! Im all alone.

Man is all alone.

Vanesita...

She didnt charge me.

Look at him.

Hes crying like ababy.

Guys...

What are we doing?

Im a drug addict.

Ive wrecked my life.

And your wedding, Juantxo...

Dont worry.

Well sort it out.

Take it easy, okay?

Sir, if theres gang warfare

itll ruin the campaign.

We musnt be connected

with any...

Dont get my balls

in an uproar!

I pay you to solve problems

not to f*** me around.

-Do you want awood...?

-A club. A clubbing...

We have to avoid scandals.

Okay... Call Villambrosa.

He always calls us.

What an honour.

What a surprise.

Marquise...

Allow me.

I received

your very generous donation

to the party. Thanks.

The interests of a country

are above

small personal sacrifices.

Just what I like to hear.

Positive people...

people in favour of things.

Speaking of favours...

I came here to ask one of you.

A favour.

My dear, no favours.

From you I only take orders.

Im like a fox terrier,

a dobermann,

awild orangutan trained

to serve you.

At your service...

to the end.

Golf

isnt your game, is it?

I prefer cards. All that

swing and green and tee.

Its sissy stuff.

Exactly.

Stick your butt out.

Little house on the prairie

You want the money but not to

get even with Souza.

And that aint easy, Paino.

l know readings notyour

thing,

but its the second time

this week

Ive seen your name next to mine.

So the problem

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