Unit 7 Page #3

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He was really something.

How did he look at Bruce Lee?

That's it, that's it.

Mateo.

Mateo, say something to your son.

Mateo! Hey, Mateo!

Leave him alone, damn it.

It's his communion,

he can break whatever he wants.

To Unit 7, gentlemen.

Angel,

Rafael, Miguel, sweetheart,

my love...

- Eat the cake. You don't like it?

- It's delicious.

Want me to call Rosa and we can go out

for dinner just the two of us?

- We just ate.

- Then we won't eat.

How about a movie?

I promise I won't fall asleep.

- I promise.

- Okay. But I pick the movie.

PUNK, FAGGO

What's wrong?

It's a lot of stuff.

Mom, of course I'm eating.

I was sick in that photo.

I'm thin, I always have been.

Yeah, I got the money.

Mom,

could you send some more?

I don't know, a little more.

As much as you can.

I promise to pay you back later.

How's Dad?

- What are you watching?

- Nothing.

You're not going out tonight?

I don't feel like it.

Don't look at me, a**hole.

You want me to leave?

I'm cold.

Thanks, Pace.

See you soon.

The car is ours.

From Internal Affairs.

What do we do?

We have to shut down Mahogany.

Angel Lares?

He's in there.

Rafael.

Marisa Morales, Diario del Sur.

Nice to meet you.

I thought you'd be older.

You're very young to be regarded

so highly in the department.

- Can I ask you a few questions?

- Yes.

Why has your group had more busts

in the last year than any other?

Citizen collaboration.

We get a lot of tips from neighbors.

With those figures the whole city

must be working for you.

Why are you getting 10 times

more complaints than last year?

Because we've arrested

- Are your methods legal?

- Ask the judge that.

Do you think the judges

are being impartial?

Do you believe injustice, ma'am?

Thank you very much.

I'll be right with you.

- Can I ask a few questions?

- Of course.

What else can you tell us?

Well, we'd been planning the raid

for some time.

- Let's go.

- Let go of me!

- Come on, move.

- Leave me alone!

HEY...

They're not involved.

Charity. Carmela.

They'll kill me here.

You're with us, nothing will happen.

What will happen to my girls?

They can fend for themselves.

What are you looking at?

A little privacy.

It's okay, come here.

I got you something.

What?

What is it?

I don't know if they're real,

but they're pretty.

Stack the yellow ones, one by one.

I'll stack the blue ones, okay?

There. Stack them one by one.

Kira, would you be quiet?

Kid.

What does that say, Joaquin?

Say it out loud.

"Expo 92. The world is watching. "

Above that. What does it say?

"Angel,

punk, we'll get you. 79990

Who wrote that?

Who knows, some junkie.

- Plenty around.

- Is there more of this?

I don't notice that stuff.

Are we not friends any more,

Joaquin?

Sure we are.

Then why are you lying to me?

Where?

Everywhere.

Find out who wrote it.

I don't want to do this anymore, sir.

One of these days

I'll get my head blown off.

Can I do it tomorrow?

This is far away.

I told my mom I'd be home for lunch

and I don't want her to worry.

There they are.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Bon appetite, ladies.

- Thank you.

Goodbye.

Where is it?

- Where is it?

- I don't know anything.

You don't know?

Where is it?

Where is it?

Look at me.

Where is it?

No?

Nothing.

Just books and weird paintings.

- Did that one say anything?

- No.

I won't hit him.

Bring in his brother.

Open your mouth.

You see your brother? Tell me where you

hide the drugs or I'll break his teeth

- one by one.

- We don't have any.

Want me to break them?

Do I smash his teeth or yours?

- Where are the drugs?

- Angel, that's enough!

- There's nothing here!

- Let me go, damn it!

There's nothing here!

You're not my boss.

So never tell me what to do again.

Rafael is right.

There's nothing here.

That goes for you too, Mateo.

What's his problem?

Where are your keys?

In the kitchen.

I'll get my things and leave.

Samuel and David Solis, architects.

Their father's

a famous lawyer.

We got a wrong tip.

We couldn't have known who they were.

A wrong tip?

I'll read the medical report.

"Seven centimeter gash

in right parietal area, six stitches.

Six centimeter gash, five stitches.

Seven centimeter gash

in right parietal area,

five stitches... "

Shall I go on? Can you distinguish

a wrong tip from a wrong action?

Julian, sir.

- A witness saw drugs in the garden.

- Yeah.

A junkie who'd swear you're

the president for a fix.

They'll sue, and it's serious this time.

Have you read today's paper?

Marisa Morales,

the father's friend

and editor of the Diario del Sur.

I suppose you know her.

If you haven't had breakfast yet,

don't read it.

She gave you a rave review

which made me want to puke.

You can write whatever

you f***ing want now.

Police! Stop the ambulance!

- I have a patient!

- Pull over!

Son of a b*tch!

Faster, faster!

Faster!

Where is it?

Hands on your head.

- Get out.

- My stomach hurts.

- I'm sick.

- You want a suppository?

I'm getting out.

- And they say cops can't work miracles.

- Search it.

Hey!

Put that away. I'll get him.

- What did I say?

- Watch it.

What did I f***ing say?

You're not my boss!

- You thought I'd shoot him?

- Stop it!

- Did you?

- That's enough already!

If you lower my gun again,

you'd better watch out.

- Tum it up.

- It's already full blast.

And in Seville, members of Unit 7,

part of the Narcotics Brigade...

- Look at Mateo.

- That's not me.

- Sure it is.

- Wow, you're right! Look how fat I am.

The camera makes you fatter.

And all those meat dumplings he eats.

- Angel looks handsome.

- That's the camera.

Keep quiet.

I'd like to add that,

including this latest seizure,

the biggest ever in the area,

Unit 7, which has been unjustly

attacked by the media,

has confiscated narcotics

worth more than 1.7 billion pesetas.

Of all the arrests made in Seville,

more than 50%

have been made by Unit 7.

Have you gentlemen seen enough,

or will you stay for the weather?

If my wife saw it,

she'll have me eating granola.

- She sees you every day.

- Give me two beers.

Tell your boss to get you some air

conditioning, it's too hot in there.

Miguel Ruiz Lozano.

Breathe, Mateo.

If I breathe the suit will burst.

It cost me a bundle. It's Italian.

- Is that your son's suit?

- Not the suit again.

It's tailor-made, damn it.

It's supposed to fit like this.

- When did they measure you?

- Fine, I put on weight.

So what?

Let him go, he's not going anywhere.

It's fading.

This love I made

with my hands,

it's fading.

It's fading.

What I wanted so badly for so long,

it's fading.

There's no reason

what I worked so hard for

shouldn't last.

There's no reason

it should slip from my hands

so fast...

Angel.

What's up, Mateo?

- Give me a kiss.

- Hey, take it easy.

No kiss for me?

Not for you.

Good lord.

- I have a question, Mahogany.

- Go ahead.

Is it true your p*ssy is red?

Wanna see it?

Watch.

Cover yourself, damn it!

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