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[motorcycle engine revving]
-[announcer on PA] We're here at… -[engines revving]
…with what promises to be another thrilling day of motorbike action!
We're just moments away from the starting gun.
You can feel the energy.
We have a great crowd here.
You can tell how excited they are. Let's make some noise!
The best racers in the world are busy working with their teams,
making those critical last-minute adjustments.
When the difference between victory and defeat
comes down to a fraction of a second, every bit of power and engineering counts!
[announcer continues indistinctly]
[overlapping chatter]
[crowd cheering]
[dramatic music playing]
[announcer on PA] Almost there now, folks.
Hope you're ready for a show.
[engines rumbling]
[engines revving]
MOTORLAND ARAGON GOVERNMENT OF ARAGON
-[engines whine] -[crowd cheers wildly]
[pulsing electronic music plays]
[engine pops]
[rattling and clanging]
[engine sputtering]
[tense music playing]
Shit! Fuck!
[sighs]
-[helmet clatters] -Fuck!
I can't believe this fucking shit.
[breathing heavily]
Give me a second.
Well, that sucked. Just two laps to go.
Yeah, bad luck.
No, that wasn't luck.
What you need is a decent team.
I watched you in Jerez.
Always last to brake taking the curve. You should've won today.
Yeah, I know that.
I'm Regina.
What's up, Regina? I'm Rafa. Nice to meet you.
My dad's Armand Costas, founder of Monlau.
-Oh, right. -Yeah. Now I'm in charge.
We just signed a deal with the Honda team, and I'm looking for a second racer.
We're holding trials soon, and I think you should be there.
Here. If you're interested, the selection trials start on Thursday.
Yeah, for sure. I mean, damn. Thank so much.
-I'll see you. -You will. Thank you.
-Bye. -Bye.
[intriguing music plays]
Fuck yeah, man.
[spacey electronic music plays]
[beeping]
Rafa, I need you to stay a bit longer.
No, I can't today. Someone's waiting for me.
Let them wait.
[softly] Fucking asshole.
[engine turns off]
Natalia, don't look at me like that. I couldn't leave earlier, seriously.
You're such a dick. You know I have a job interview today.
Get on. I'll take you.
-Be serious. -Come on. Just tell me where you're going.
What about Mateo? You really want us to squeeze on that bike together? Shit.
Come here, you.
Yeah. See you tomorrow, sweetie.
[sighs] Just make sure he does his homework tonight.
Yeah, yeah. Don't worry.
-So what? Are you angry too? -No, I'm not.
Huh?
[engine revs]
[mimics engine roaring]
Hey, how many times do I have to I tell you
not to mess around up there, Mateo, huh? Get down.
Come here, you. [grunts]
So then they added water, and then soap.
-And then water again-- -Soap in where?
-There's soap in the juice? [laughs] -No!
Listen, first, they had all these little bottles.
-Then they took one, and another one. -What's inside?
-Then we went-- -Hey, hey.
-Do you know who that guy is? -No.
You don't have a guess?
-No. -It's your dad, Mateo. Damn!
I've shown you this tape a gazillion times.
-You don't remember, huh? -[both laugh]
[tender music playing]
-I have one question. -What's that?
Did you win?
What? Did I win?
Wow. What a question.
-What a question. -[chuckles]
[announcer on TV] Watch this kid. Future champion of champions…
-Ooh là là. -Ooh là là.
What do you think of it?
-Heavy, right? -Yeah, a little bit.
Time for bed, all right?
-Are you sleepy? -Yes.
Yeah? Okay.
You need anything, you know where to find me.
-Okay. -Okay.
[kisses repeatedly]
-Okay, good night. -Good night, Dad.
-Love you so much. -Love you too.
[intriguing music playing]
[blowing]
Hey.
-Is Mom still dating that Hakan guy? -Who's Hakan?
-That boyfriend she had. Big guy. -No.
-I haven't seen him in a while. -No?
[Spanish pop music plays on speaker]
Hey.
Mom's a great dancer, isn't she? [chuckles] Unreal.
[laughs]
[dancers cheer]
[all cheering]
[Natalia] See you on Tuesday.
-Mommy! -Come here, little man. Oh!
Hey, baby.
[sighs] How are you? Did you have fun with Dad?
-Yeah. Yes. -Yeah, you did?
-How'd that interview go? -Fine. We'll have to see.
You can pick him up from my place at 6:00 on Friday.
You got it. Hey, wait.
We should hang out sometime.
We could have a drink, you know?
Why would I? Come on, Mateo.
[dreamy electronic music plays]
[Regina] Can I see the racers here, please? Just a second, guys.
Right here.
I'd like to introduce you all to Alán Morales.
Come here. He's our Chief Engineer. Okay?
-Hey, welcome, you guys. -[riders greet]
[Regina] He's the main guy you'll be working with.
So if you have any questions or concerns, Alán can help.
-All right. -[Regina] Only one of you will be chosen.
We want to win.
And to make that happen, we need the best racer. Okay?
For now, just finish your paperwork with Carolina.
-We'll meet on the track for warm-up laps. -Sounds good.
-Good luck, guys. -[riders] Thank you.
[Alán] Okay, guys, we'll start working in groups.
We'll do some short five-lap races.
FIRST ROUND
[engines roaring]
[energetic electronic music playing]
Hey, move that bike. We have restricted parking here, man.
You gonna use that joke every time I come here?
-Broken fucking record. -[laughs]
Hey, how's your daughter?
She's fine. Waking me up at nine o'clock every morning.
-[laughs] -I'm fucking sick of getting up early.
-Shit. -It's about time you got up before noon.
-I been waking up. -Yeah.
-You ever been with a gitano woman? -Nah.
They always kick you out in the morning. Like, "Get up already."
-So how are things with you? -I'm good, man. Things are pretty normal.
-I don't know. Fine. -Pretty normal? Really?
You didn't think the boys would tell me what you got going on?
You been running trials for a fancy racing team or something.
Yeah, man, you know. Just hoping for the best.
Well, just remember. On the day they finally pick you,
you better get me a photo with Jorge Lorenzo.
[laughs] Right. Any time.
Come by the hood more often, bro. We hardly see you anymore, a'ight?
-We'll go get a drink. -Sounds good.
Give my best to your family, okay?
Yeah. You keep killing it on that bike, man.
I will. See you, Cortés.
[music playing on speaker]
Natalia! Natalia?
What happened?
[sobs]
Mateo. Are you okay? Are you all right?
What happened?
Are you okay?
-What happened here, Natalia? -[clicks tongue] Fuck.
-Natalia, tell me what happened. -Get off of me.
[sighs]
-What are you doing? -I'm calling the police.
-Hang up. Are you fucking deaf? I said-- -Okay, fine. Fine.
-So tell me what the fuck happened! -There were drugs in the house.
-What did you say, Natalia? -I was holding them for some guys.
But why?
I have to pay the fucking rent! Why the fuck do you think?
Do you really think it's okay to be keeping drugs in the house with our son?
Natalia!
-[sighs] -I mean, are you fucking crazy, or what?
If you really needed money, why not ask me?
So now you wanna help? You never do shit for us!
-That bike is all you care about. -There you go bringing my bike again.
You don't get to tell me what to do. How long till you understand that?
Just shut up!
This is fucking bullshit!
I was only supposed to do that for a few months.
So the drugs belong to those guys?
[sighs]
They were stolen.
How much were they worth?
[whimpers] Two hundred K.
If I don't pay in a week, they'll come back for us.
[sobbing]
Shit, Natalia. Natalia, look at me. Look at me.
-Just look at me. -I don't know what I'm gonna do.
-I don't know. -Calm down, just look at me.
We'll figure this out together.
-[sobs] -Come here.
[gentle music playing]
First, we're gonna get you two out of here.
We'll pack up your things, and you'll come stay at my place, okay? Okay?
-Let's go. -[sniffles]
[softly] God!
[inhales sharply] Fucking shit.
Here.
Thank you.
[breathes deeply]
Okay, well, let me know if you guys need anything else. Okay?
Yeah.
Well, Mateo, good night.
-Good night, Dad. -Okay.
-See you tomorrow. -See you then.
[reporter on TV] …after a week of intense rioting,
pro-independence violence continues on the streets of Barcelona
for another night.
The number of victims is rising with each day of protests…
Last night alone, there were 125.
The worst of the violence occurred between 10:00 and midnight,
with sporadic clashes between protesters
and riot police throughout the city center.
You can see images from the chaos, protesters…
[reporter continues indistinctly]
The mayor has issued a blanket state of emergency as the violence…
[sighs]
-Yo, man. Stop. -I'm looking for Cortés.
-Fuck off, man. -No, I'm here for Cortés.
-I said fuck off! -What the fuck happened to my bike? Huh?
-Where is he? -Get out.
Why would talk to me like that? I didn't say shit.
[Cortés] Yo, hey!
You can let him through, Toni. It's okay.
Where's my fucking bike, dude?
-Huh? -I told you not to park your bike there.
I'm not in the mood for your jokes, man. Where's my fucking bike, Cortés?
Chill out, dude.
Yo, Toni. Get his bike.
-Go on. -Hey.
Some guys are storing their drugs in the hood, man.
Yeah, of course, I know that. [chuckles]
-Are you being serious? -Yeah.
And you allow that in your territory?
These are dangerous guys, brother. Latinos, Colombians.
-They're fucking with Natalia, man. -Fucking with her how?
They're fucking with Natalia, man. I'm telling you now.
Okay, but why? What's it about?
I have to talk to those fuckers, Cortés.
They're dangerous guys, man. Real bad.
Are you gonna help me talk to those guys or not?
What the fuck is your problem? What's wrong with you?
Are you telling me or not?
Huh. Okay, come with me.
Come on, then. Come on. Let's go.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sizzling]
[engine shuts off]
[patrons speak indistinctly]
[announcer on tablet] They're off! The 11 racers are on the go
and are trying to take the lead. There they go.
Manowar aggressively taking an early lead,
with Conquistory and Grey Lady quickly closing behind.
The racers are all holding as they round the first bend.
This could be anyone's race.
You're the one who wants to talk?
[Rafa] Yeah, I'm here about Natalia.
-Did you bring the cash she owes me? -The drugs were stolen from her.
That's not my problem.
She had the merchandise, she was responsible.
But Natalia barely has a fucking cent. You know that better than I do.
[announcer continues indistinctly]
[clears throat]
And just why the fuck do you care so much?
Natalia is the mother of my son.
Hmm. I don't fucking care who she is to you.
If you didn't bring the money, why are you here?
To negotiate with you.
Listen, I'm a pro superbike racer. I'll pay you back all of it.
Just give me two months do it, all right?
I'm not a fucking bank.
Okay, one month. One month and I'll pay you back.
-Hey, hey, hey. -I swear I'll pay you back in one month!
Hey!
[dealer] He's making a comeback, Boro. Come on!
Yes, sir. He sure is.
I can always tell a good racer when I see one.
[reporter on TV] Protesters and police confronted each other once again
in another violent night of riots throughout the center of Barcelona.
The public officials had hoped that the announced plan
from the Reconciliation Committee
would address some of the protesters' concerns…
-Need a hand? -No, no. I'm almost done.
[reporter continues indistinctly on TV]
I guess we've turned your place upside down.
No way, no. I…
I love having you two here. I really do.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah, I do. Damn right.
Are you surprised I like it, or what?
Well…
If you wanted a family, you wouldn't have left when you knocked me up.
[cell phone ringing]
Hold on.
[tense music playing]
Yeah?
[Boro] Were you serious about helping your girl, kid?
Yeah. Yeah, I was.
Come to my tattoo shop. Make sure you come alone.
-You mean right now? -Right now, yeah.
[motorcycle approaches]
[tense music playing]
[engine shuts off]
[tattoo gun buzzing]
Hey, kid. Wait there.
[breathes deeply]
Come with me.
Get in.
[grunts softly]
[sighs heavily]
[engine starts]
[dark electronic music plays]
MARSEILLE
[sniffs]
-[metal creaking] -[brakes squeak gently]
[door unlocking]
You're gonna take this back to my tattoo shop. Come.
All right, listen, kid, we're ten minutes away from Marseille.
The freeway is over there.
When you get to the border, there's a toll.
You have a device that pays automatically. You won't have to stop.
At the first service station past the toll booth,
you'll meet our guys. They'll fill your tank up.
Okay? You have two hours, not a minute more, to do this route.
I know this trip like the back of my hand.
If you take too long, I'll know you fucked me.
But you're not gonna fuck me, right?
Hey! You really don't want to do that.
I'll know if you do. You're carrying a GPS.
No time for bullshit, kid.
[engine starts and revs]
[dramatic pulsing music playing]
[engine whining]
SPAIN
[engine revs]
[tires squeal]
[engine roars]
[camera clicks]
[sirens wailing]
[tires squeal]
[siren continues]
[tires squealing]
[brakes screech]
[horn honking]
-You're ten whole minutes late, my friend. -[breathing heavily]
Mm.
[Rafa sighs heavily]
-What is this, flour? -So you can make your son a cake.
-Holy shit. -[laughs]
This shit with the independence movement makes it impossible to get
shipments through the harbor. Swarming with cops.
So I have to suck it up and buy from those frog-eaters.
That's why you're gonna go to Marseille,
to bring me what I need by the highway on your bike.
-All right. -Hmm?
Yeah, okay.
It's got a Belgian SIM card.
We can talk freely on that without any risk.
You pick up when I call you, no matter the time.
Hey.
No matter the time.
You work for two months, then I leave you in peace. Hmm?
The debt will be settled.
Okay. Two months, right?
And that's it?
[unzips jacket]
[water running]
[spits]
[melancholic music playing]
[engine starts]
[sweeping classical music plays]
[cell phone ringing]
UNKNOWN
[clicks tongue]
SILENCE
Rafa? We're ready out here.
Yeah. I'm coming.
Let's go.
INDIVIDUAL ROUND
[engine roars]
[stop watch beeps]
The fuck are you doing here? Are you crazy?
Come on.
Look, kid, I'll explain one last time. When I call you, you pick up.
-If you don't pick up, the deal's off. -Okay.
If the deal's off, I'll go to your girl and beat the shit out of her.
-Are we clear? -It's clear.
From here on out, use this.
Come on, get in.
[ominous music plays]
[grunts softly]
[sniffs]
-What's this? -A little kick if you're tired.
You wouldn't be the first to drive off the road.
Go on, ride.
[engine starts and revs]
[pulsing music plays]
SPAIN
-[officer] It's him. Let's go! -Suspect located. Initiating pursuit.
[sirens wailing]
[engine whines]
-Let's go! -Come on. Open it.
Hurry! Hurry, hurry up.
[sirens continue]
Let's go! Fucking hurry up.
[sirens approaching]
[engine revs]
[dramatic music playing]
[Rafa exclaims]
[tires squeal]
[engine shuts off]
-They almost caught you. -[panting] I need a faster bike.
A Kawa 1000 with special racing tires.
Two bikes.
Who do you think you are, kid?
Tico.
Take that shit away from here. Meet me at the warehouse.
Carlos, if you want to keep your drugs, it has to be this way.
Or next time, for sure, I'm getting busted.
We'll see about that.
Go on.
[breathes deeply]
Oh, shit, I'm sorry.
-Did I wake you? -No. I couldn't sleep.
Had to cover the night shift for a friend. Sorry I didn't tell you about it.
Well, it's not a big deal.
It's your house. You don't need to explain.
Okay…
Listen, Natalia, I…
Your thing with those guys is over now.
-What do you mean? -Yeah, Cortés knows them.
I went over to talk to them and now everything's settled.
But how did you settle it?
It doesn't matter. You don't have to worry anymore.
So that's it? Just like that?
Look, Rafa, don't treat me like a fool. 'Cause this is serious.
I've never treated you like a fool, ever. Natalia, just trust me, okay?
-They'll leave me alone? -Yes, they'll leave you alone.
It's over now.
[clicks tongue]
[motorcycles racing in distance]
MARSEILLE
I'm sick of hearing about your cousin. What did I tell you, Boro?
We don't work with Fadel. Period.
If he doesn't shut up, I'll take him out.
[sighs]
Hey.
It's nice, right?
Yeah.
Boro's expecting you.
[pulsing electronic music plays]
[phone rings]
[engine starts]
[sighs]
[engine revs]
[Regina] That was really good.
You know, I just have the feeling for it.
I always have, you know?
UNKNOWN
[sirens wailing]
[sighs heavily]
[sighs]
FOURTH ROUND
[engines whining]
[tires squeal]
[scoffs]
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him.
-Dude, don't look at me like that. -What were you doing?
-You almost wiped me out. -Well, next time, don't get in my way--
-Hey, hey, hey! -You always do.
-What's going on? -[racer] Nothing.
-Is there a problem? -[Rafa] I don't know, ask him.
We're having the final round this week. It's the definitive test
to decide who makes the team.
You guys better be ready to give everything, hmm?
-You too. -Yeah, yeah. Of course.
All right. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow.
[racers] See you tomorrow.
Rafa, come here. I wanna talk to you.
What's going on?
Are you sure you really wanna join this team?
Yeah.
Rafa, your competitors are much younger than you.
Our philosophy is to discover new talent and nurture it.
It's very rare that a racer your age gets my attention.
I support you because I think you have bigger balls than them.
But you're making it very difficult.
Look, Regina, I'm very sorry,
but I don't feel responsible for what happened back there.
[sighs]
Not many riders are born to race, you know.
Most of them can improve their technique, but they lack that spark.
They lack the talent. That's why they don't make it.
My father would say you're like centaurs,
but instead of horse legs, you have wheels.
That's your magic, that's how you fly.
Don't fuck this up, okay?
[sweeping classical music plays]
[car horns honking]
[brakes squeak]
[engine shuts off]
[garage door closes]
Hello, Dad!
-[Rafa] What are you doing? -We're going back home.
'Cause everything's sorted, right?
But I want you guys to stay here.
[tender music playing]
-This isn't just about what you want. -I want us to get back together, Natalia.
-A little late for that, no? -But I'm different now.
Damn it, I'm not the man I used to be. Didn't I prove it to you?
-Now I know exactly what I want. -And what is that?
I want the two of you.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
Because now I know I can't live without you.
And that I'm still fucking crazy about you. You know?
[chuckles softly]
-I don't want crazy. -Well, great. 'Cause I'm not crazy.
I'll prove it to you.
Of course I understand. We can't control any of this, man.
Okay, just calm the fuck down.
I'll call you when we figure it out.
Can you believe this shit?
[reporter speaks indistinctly]
[Carlos] Fucking hell.
We can barely move anything like this.
But it won't shut me down. No fucking way. Mm.
And while the cops are busy dealing with this,
we'll move our shit right past them. This is something you do.
You'll drop it off to our client directly.
-When's this on? -It's tonight.
What kind of bike will you need to get through that?
A T-Max?
Or is a dirt bike better?
NIGHT OF PITCHED BATTLE. CATALAN POLICE ARE OVERWHELMED.
-Dirt bike should be fine. -Done.
[reporter] Reporting on the most violent night yet…
[boss on radio] García, you're working a double tonight.
Hey, boss. Sorry, but I can't.
[boss] I don't want to hear it, kid.
No, I'm serious, boss, I have something important tonight.
I can't do it. I just need you to give me more of a heads up next time.
[boss] Either you work this double shift or you're fired.
[engine shuts off]
[breathes deeply]
Motherfucker!
-[helicopter whirring] -[sirens wail]
[Cortés] What's up, bro?
-Why are you here? -That's what I wanna know.
[siren whoops]
-Is it true what they say in the hood now? -What?
That you're Carlos's bitch? What are you thinking, working for those guys?
Hey, Cortés, enough, okay?
-I know what I'm doing here. -You don't know shit about them, brother.
It's just one more week, I settle the debt, then I'm out.
Watch your back, bro. These guys don't let anyone out.
You busting my balls is the last thing I need right now.
-What's this Gypsy doing here? -Hey, Boro, relax.
What'd you tell him? What's the matter? You want me to fuck you up again?
You're gonna regret this, Rafa.
Go back to your street trash.
You're gonna regret it.
You ready for this, champ?
You'll take the goods to that parking lot.
Look for the parking space 258.
Leave the package in the trunk of the car there and come back here.
-[Rafa] Okay. -Go on.
[melancholic music playing]
You better not get caught, kid. That's worth 50,000 euros.
[engine starts and revs]
[protesters chanting and yelling]
[dramatic rock music playing]
Hey, you! Where are you going? Stop, stop!
[crowd screaming]
[people grunting]
[glass shatters]
-[gun fires] -[tires squealing]
[sirens wail]
[people screaming]
[suspenseful music playing]
[men yelling indistinctly]
[man 1] Come on, kid! Come on, kid, let's go!
-[man 2] He went that way. -[man 3] Where?
-[man 1] Over there, man. -[man 2] He's here! Where?
[yelling indistinctly]
-[man 1] Go get him! -[man 2] Hurry up!
[man 3] Go, go, go, go!
-[man 3] Let's grab him! -Here we go, man, come on!
There he is! There he is!
-Come on, come on! Let's move! -Don't let him get away.
[man 1] Where is he? Do you see him?
[man 3] Go, go, go!
[men continue indistinctly]
-[Boro] Where the fuck are you? -Boro, these guys fucking shot me!
[Boro] What?
They knocked me off the fucking bike. You gotta come get me now!
-Who? The cops? The protesters? -No, fucking gangsters.
-Do you have the coke with you? -Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Fuck, they're after it. Someone sold us out.
Boro, what the fuck do you want me to do now?
-Where are you? -At the Boqueria.
[man 2] There's no way out!
Take the side exit to the Ramblas.
-Now. -Okay!
[man 2] Yeah. Fuck, I don't see him.
[man 3] Just keep looking, he's here.
-[clattering] -I see him!
Go, go, go!
[dramatic music playing]
[brakes squeal]
[Boro] Get in the fucking van!
Get in!
Let's go, let's go!
[tires squeal]
Your fucking cousin is a son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill him.
It wasn't him. I say Diego tried to fuck us over.
-Then they did it together. -No.
Fadel's my cousin. I've known him my whole life, he's legit.
And you?
Are you legit?
How can you ask me that?
You stand up for your cousin so much
that I'm starting to think maybe you're involved somehow.
Are you involved, fucker?
[tense music playing]
No.
It was Diego trying to use the chaos to knock us down.
And if you can't see that, you're blind.
Find Diego.
Now! We're finishing this.
-I'll call Fadel. We'll get him. -[Carlos whistles]
[flames roar]
[sighs]
Cortés told me everything.
-About what? -What you do for Carlos.
[sighs] I have one more drop-off.
Then we'll finally be free.
[gentle music playing]
[both breathing heavily]
[moaning]
[softly] I'm gonna come.
[Natalia moans]
[both moan and gasp]
Wow.
Rafa.
Rafa!
Rafa, come on. Get up now, you overslept. Get up.
-Come on, hurry! -God damn it.
You're gonna be late.
[sighs]
[plastic bag crinkles]
[exhales]
-[gasps softly] -[lid snaps shut]
FINAL SELECTION
[pulsing electronic music plays]
[engines whining]
[tires screech]
Shit!
[squealing]
[sighs heavily]
[softly] Ah, damn it.
[sniffs]
Look, Rafa, when I build a team, they become part of my family.
Do you know why?
-[sighs] -Hmm?
[atmospheric music playing]
Because family is what defines us,
whether you want it or not.
We might try to look for it elsewhere,
but really, that's what makes us who we are.
-I know, Regina, but listen-- -No. No, you listen to me.
[sighs]
This family was going to make you a champion, Rafa.
It was going to give you everything you needed to succeed.
You won't find a better one. Believe me.
But, you know, it's your choice.
And I respect it.
[hopeful electronic music plays]
[sighs]
[clicks tongue]
[softly] Fuck me.
Shit. Fuck me, man.
[engine shuts off]
[Rafa] Hey, what are you doing up, champ? [grunts and laughs]
So?
[sighs]
[sweeping hopeful music plays]
[ominous music playing]
Here, gimme that.
[sniffs]
[spits]
[sniffs]
[snorts]
Tell Carlos we wanna order more.
-[Boro] How much more? -Double this.
[sniffs]
Hey, stay there.
[cell phone beeps]
Carlos. I got the cash.
The Godoys want twice as much next time.
Yes, he's here.
Yeah.
See you.
Okay, I'm off.
Tomorrow at the tattoo shop at 9:00.
What'd you say?
I'll meet you tomorrow at 9:00 at the tattoo shop.
No, no, no, no, no. The deal was two months, this is my last night.
[chuckles] No fucking way.
Boro, we had a deal. That's what we agreed on.
Now call Carlos.
You call him right fucking now!
Carlos doesn't give a shit about the deal. And you're done when we say you're done.
Listen.
I am done with this.
If you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself! You got that?
-Rafa, Rafa… -What do you want?
-Rafa, Rafa, hey. Listen. -What?
-[grunts] -[groans]
-Hey. -[whimpers]
Don't push your luck with me, you little prick. Huh?
You want your bitch to spend the rest of her life as a whore?
What do you think, asshole? What, do you think that we only deal blow?
We deal all kinds of shit, man.
Do you know how much they pay for white pussy
like hers in the Middle East?
The Arabs go crazy for it. Oh, they'll fuck her in the ears.
So what's it gonna be? Her freedom is up to you.
It's you or her.
-You hear me? -Yeah.
-You hear me?! -Yes!
Get outta here.
[inhales sharply]
What the fuck do you want now?
I left my phone there.
-[grunts] -[phone clatters]
[Rafa panting]
[breathing heavily]
[sniffs]
Oh, fuck, dude! He took him out.
All right, you know what to do. Get rid of him.
What happened, bro? Huh?
Tell me what happened here.
So what now, Rafa? Huh? You fucked up big time.
Carlos will find out. You know that.
I'm talking to you!
Hey, Cortés. You wanted Carlos's business, right?
It's yours for the taking right now, if you want it.
If you want I can take you to his drug stash.
Ah, so you did know where it was.
-I know how to find it. -Where? And how?
Do you trust me?
You trust me or not?
[brakes squeal]
[rhythmic knocking on door]
[ominous music playing]
[knocking aggressively]
[knocking rapidly]
Yeah?
-What's up, Carlos? What is this? -Tell me where it is.
-What's wrong? -Over there!
-Right now! -What is this?
The fuck, man? What are you looking for? What is this?
-What's your cut, huh? Is it worth it? -My cut of what?
-How much is your cut? -Just tell me what the fuck's going on!
I wanna hear it from you
what happened with the Godoys yesterday. What the fuck happened?
Nothing, man. It was a totally normal drop-off. Why?
Then where'd the money go?
The money? Boro took the money and started counting it.
He called you in front of me. What's wrong?
-Where's Boro, then? -How should I know where Boro is?
Motherfucker, tell me!
Carlos, I swear I don't know where Boro is. I have no idea!
I'm serious. I don't know! I'm telling you--
That motherfucker's not answering his phone or at his place.
Now tell me, what happened with the Godoys? Talk now!
Nothing, it just… it all went as planned. They took the drugs,
left the cash and fucking left, okay? Just call them and they'll tell you.
[groans] Carlos, I'm telling you what really happened. I am!
I called already. I called them already, and I know exactly what happened in there.
Now you tell me what did you fucking do
with my money after you got it from the Godoys.
I swear, I'm telling you. I just left. That's all that fucking happened, okay?
Where's Boro? You gotta tell me right now, where the fuck is Boro?
Boro stayed there counting, then he said he was gonna meet his cousin.
Meet who?
Uh, Fadel!
He called him and he… he was gonna go pick him up.
-That's really what happened? -Yes!
Motherfucker!
The warehouse!
You went by there this morning, right?
-Answer me! -No, no.
-I didn't. You said we'd go together. -Oh, you fucking moron.
We need to get the fuck over there.
And you, you're coming with me.
-Me? But why? -Because I fucking say so.
Go on!
[groans] Okay, okay!
[Carlos] Get out, I'm driving.
[engine starts]
[tense music playing]
Nelson, I need you to find Boro and Fadel, all right?
Seems they met yesterday after the drop-off to the Godoys.
-Call me. -[phone beeps]
What are you--
-See? Follow him. He's getting away! -I can't get through!
-Go, he's getting away! -[horn honks]
[tires squeal]
[horns honking]
-Come on, get through! -I can't!
Get the fuck through now!
Jesus, dude! Motherfucker.
-We fucking lost him. Fuck! -I couldn't get through.
[tense music playing]
[grunting]
-[sighs] -It's all there.
Load it in the van. I'm taking it.
Do it fast.
[suspenseful music plays]
Go on, kid.
[phone buzzes]
-I've just got the location. -Where are they?
It's a warehouse in Verneda. Industrial zone, go.
Turn here. follow this road. We have to move.
Hey, you seen Fadel?
No, I haven't. I heard last week he's in jail.
-And Boro? -No, nothing.
-What did he just say to you? -He was asking about Fadel.
[phone buzzes]
-Cortés? -Hey, Toni.
We have a problem.
[phone ringing]
Nelson, talk.
[man] Carlos, nothing on Boro, but I found his cousin.
-Where is he? -He's in jail.
[Carlos] You sure?
He's been there a week. No way he met with Boro.
Carlos?
[phone buzzes]
-[softly] Hey. What? -Yo, Rafa. Listen closely.
You got busted. You gotta run, man. Get out!
[suspenseful music intensifies]
Rafa?
Yeah?
Come here a second.
Come.
[dramatic music playing]
-[engine starts] -You're a dead man, motherfucker!
You're a dead man!
[yells]
[tires squeal]
[tires screech]
[tires squeal]
[groans]
[chuckles] Where were you going, champ?
Huh?
Who do you work for, you bastard? Huh?
Now you're gonna tell me what the fuck happened to my money and Boro.
Huh?
Get in there.
No one fucking steals from me.
[phone pinging]
Hey, Toni. Yo, listen up.
I've got their location. Tell Manuel to go now.
[groans]
[emergency horn honking]
[coughing]
[groans and grunts]
Die, you motherfucker!
-Hold onto me. Hold onto me! -Okay.
[tense music playing]
We got you, man.
-[coughing] -Try to open the door.
Good, get in.
-[coughs] -Go, go, go, go!
[Cortés] Are you okay? Rafa?
-Rafa! -I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine!
[Cortés] Let's go, let's go! Come on, let's go!
[sweeping classical music playing]
[breathing heavily]
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Mateo ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-Go on. -Wow!
-Nice work. That was fast. -Great job! [laughs]
What's this?
Open it.
[cell phone rings]
It's Regina.
Answer it.
Hi, Regina. What's up?
Yeah, so, I was surprised to get a call from you, to be honest. Very.
Well, I had to move heaven and earth,
but I convinced management to give you another chance.
You serious?
Guess I've got a soft spot for black sheep.
[both laugh]
I mean it, but I'll polish you.
Well, not polish… I can help you to channel that energy.
Use it for your benefit, not against you, okay?
You know, my life has been pretty complicated lately.
But, luckily for me… pfft. It's over. It's done.
-Yeah? -Yes. For sure.
-You're not angry at the world anymore? -Mm, no. No, not really, no.
I realize family is the most important thing to me,
and… Shit.
I'd love the chance to be in yours.
-[both chuckle] -You know that.
It's the police.
Rafa, they're here for you.
What do you mean for me?
We have a witness with evidence
that proves your involvement with the Colombians.
-What evidence? -Are these convincing enough?
We also got you on video, if you prefer that.
Okay, so tell me, out of all these people here, which one is me?
Isn't that you?
-No, it isn't me. -That's not what some people are saying.
Oh? Oh, yeah? What people?
Careful, Rafa. We know everything.
Be careful.
You're not getting out of this.
[ominous music plays]
Unless you take the deal we're offering.
What deal?
The Central Drug Squad has a need for riders with your level of skill.
Instead of the mouse, you'd be cat.
[sighs] It's your choice, Rafa. It's us or the slammer.
[inspiring music plays]
Which is it? Cat or mouse?
I'll need a Kawasaki 1000 with special racing tires.
There it is.
[sirens wailing]
[tires squeal]
[engine whines]
[cop 1 on radio] Suspect approaching exit 320.
He's getting away. I repeat. He's getting away.
[cop 2] Centaur One, what's your location?
Closing in. Three kilometers away.
[siren wailing]
[cop 1] We're losing him. We're losing him!
[Rafa] Relax, I got him.
[cop 2] Copy that, Centaur One. On your trail.
[engines roaring]
[sirens continue]
[sirens wailing rapidly]
[brakes squeal]
-Police, hands up! -Get down on the ground!
♪ I have a heart of a rebel ♪
♪ Looking for shelter ♪
♪ And riding on these roads alone ♪
♪ This is my last confession ♪
♪ I know it's now or never ♪
♪ Yeah, I know I'm gonna find a home ♪
♪ I'm on my way to a higher love ♪
♪ And I can feel it in my blood ♪
♪ Say, can you feel it in your blood? ♪
♪ For you, I ride I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ I found Heaven on the other side ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ Not gonna let them slow me down ♪
♪ I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ All the pain we're gonna leave behind ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ For you, I ride ♪
♪ The other side ♪
♪ Time for a new beginning ♪
♪ Another life worth living ♪
♪ We might be gone but never lost ♪
♪ No, we ain't scared of nothing ♪
♪ Put your hand in mine And hold on, darling ♪
♪ These streets were built for us ♪
♪ I'm on my way to a higher love ♪
♪ And I can feel it in my blood ♪
♪ Say, can you feel it in your blood? ♪
♪ For you, I ride I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ I found Heaven on the other side ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ Not gonna let them slow me down ♪
♪ I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ All the pain we're gonna leave behind ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ For you, I ride ♪
♪ The other side ♪
♪ I'm on my way to a higher love ♪
♪ And I can feel it in my blood ♪
♪ Say, can you feel it in your blood? ♪
♪ For you, I ride I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ I found Heaven on the other side ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ Not gonna let them slow me down ♪
♪ I ride, I ride, I ride ♪
♪ All the pain we're gonna leave behind ♪
♪ Not gonna let them stop me ♪
♪ For you, I ride ♪