Ravalear: Not for Sale (Ravalejar)

-Hello? -Hi, commercial mail,

can you open the door? -Okay.

Commercial mail.

Thanks.

There.

Open up.

Move, or you'll end up online.

-Change the lock... -Okay.

-...and call me, okay? -Okay.

See you.

CONTACT VIA CHAT

FLAT IN THE RAVAL 2000 EUROS

YES, WE'LL TAKE THE FLAT

BRING CASH, I'll GIVE YOU THE KEYS.

Tell them there's water, electricity, and food in the kid's room,

they can't leave for two days.

You can't leave for two days. There's water, food and electricity.

-Money. -Don't worry.

Good. Here's the key.

I'M LOOKING FOR A FLAT IN RAVAL

Here's 2000, it's all I have. I've counted it.

He says he only has 2000.

Try to be discreet, okay? Especially the first few days.

There'll be no trouble.

That one for the street door, this one for here.

Upstairs and downstairs.

-Enjoy the flat. -Thank you.

NOT FOR SALE

In you go. Go on.

Hey, come on.

I don't want the dogs.

Do you have kids in your care, or anybody?

No.

Then the dogs are in your care.

It makes evicting you harder, that's why I brought them.

You like it here?

Sure you do, cuties.

It's 1500 euros for the keys

and 500 for the dogs and utilities.

You'll be fine here, huh?

Behave yourselves.

I can see you and the dogs will be...

Get out of here, asshole!

-Son of a bitch! -What's going on?

Shit...

Hi!

How's it going, love?

-Hi, love. -Hey, did you get dinner?

-We agreed you would get it. -No, I couldn't.

-Àlex, why not? -Look.

You should see the other guy.

-I think you need stitches. -No, no.

-Yes, Àlex. -No, love.

I got blood on my clothes, it'll be hard to get out.

-This? -Yes, put it on.

Here...?

-Shit, that hurts! -Come on, be brave.

Be careful.

-Okay. -Okay, what happened?

It happened at the port.

Perfect. I was...

I was untying a ship on a gangway

and some idiot had left the hatch open.

One step back, a three-metre fall,

and I went headfirst into the iron staircase.

-Àlex. -What?

Did you fight someone?

Yes, an iron staircase.

No, love, I...

Same thing happened to Santiago,

he fell and broke a few ribs, so I'm lucky really.

Why are you lying to me?

What? I'm not lying.

Àlex, look...

-I know it didn't happen at work. -Right, you know me better than I do.

-Yes, I know you better than you do. -Come off it, love.

We've been through a lot, Àlex.

-Hi! How's it going? -Hi, Rita, sweetie.

Hi, sweetie.

-Hi. -Hi.

-What happened, Dad? -Just a tumble at work.

And you, how was skating?

Good. But are you okay, Dad?

Yes. Come to the bathroom, tell me all about it.

Okay.

I was with Nisrin and we learnt how to do twirls.

We've had more clients since they shut down the drug flat.

-Yes, but... how are we still here? -What?

We're not paying rent, but we're still here.

-What do you think, David? -Me?

I just want to know where the fuck Àlex is.

It's been half an hour...

Here he is.

-Morning to you too. -Morning.

-Hi. -Wow, it's smoky in here.

Hi.

-Hi, Mum. -Hi, love.

What happened to you?

I had a fall at the port. I'm lucky to be alive.

Be careful, okay?

Hey, by the way, what's going on with Souhail?

We agreed he'd come Fridays and Saturdays

but he didn't come yesterday. I haven't seen him around.

I spoke to him and told him... there wasn't much work here.

He said he'd find something else for the meantime

-and he was busy with... -The census.

-Yes, his census. -We can't afford him.

Okay, then.

-As long as he's okay... -Yes, he's fine.

-David. -What?

Can you help me with the inventory, please?

Eh... yes.

-Mum, will you finish this? -Yes.

Careful.

-Bye, have a good day. -Bye, David.

-What? -Here.

-What's this? -The rent.

-Where did you get this? -I'm opening more flats.

-Other Eurohome buildings. -What, what, what?

Yes, David.

I think if I fuck this place up enough

they'll think Raval isn't a good place for business,

sell everything and we'll get the restaurant back.

Hang on a minute, you're losing it.

-Are we in the mafia now? -What did you say the other day?

When?

At the port. What did you say?

That you wanted to burn it all down or something like that.

Yes, but not like this.

Ah, so you wanted to burn it all down but in a low-key way.

Without...

-Without bothering anybody. -This is using people.

Fine, fuck this.

I'm done.

You find a way to pay the rent.

But... How do we justify this money?

Stop laughing. Help me, for fuck's sake.

Here.

You'll figure it out. Make something up.

Don't complain, you've got the easy part.

-Yes, I can see that. -You can? Good.

How did this happen?

-You said to speed it up. -You said they wouldn't sign.

They accepted the money we were asking.

They don't pay, they're out. They do, perfect.

You get the return you wanted and I get a short-term contract.

We need the license.

Really? Since when?

We always have.

-How was I to know? -You said they wouldn't sign.

And the other buildings?

There are five more squatter flats.

I'm sorting that out...

We need money.

The only way is to pay them to leave.

Do whatever it takes, I don't want to know.

And get me that license or I'll find someone else to do it.

-They're squatting in La Riereta, too? -Yes.

Fourth and fifth floor.

-A mezzanine floor, too. -Fuck.

Cristòbal, we need more alarms, cameras,

anti-squatter doors.

All that in three weeks, you know?

Someone's behind this. They're targeting our flats.

Can't you see? Isn't it obvious?

We need to patrol day and night, know who comes and goes,

find who's responsible and put a stop to it.

Empty the flats, whatever it takes.

Damn...

-This is a fucking drag today. -It is every day, bro.

What's up?

Àlex, Banana, you need to work a double shift.

-No... -The boss says it's your turn.

-Fucking hell! -We've been working all day.

Orders from upstairs.

Your lack of organisation isn't my problem.

-Didn't you want work? -Work?

Get the boss down here and we'll see what we can do.

-Go and tell him. -No, you do it.

-Make him do the fucking work. -Àlex, mate.

I have to tell the boss? Who do you think you are?

Do your fucking job.

-Àlex! -Have you lost your mind?

Calm down, calm down.

Do you want to get fired?

-Drop it. -We'll get back to work, okay?

Okay, okay.

Fuck this shit, damn it!

Back to fucking work.

Come on, damn it.

I know it's a tricky situation, but...

he hasn't been like this for ages.

Things are tense at the restaurant, work pressure,

and I know he's hiding things.

-I'm terrified. -I'm sorry.

I think it's worth taking this to the press.

You have a historical place, a family-run neighbourhood business

swallowed by a real estate giant. It's a good story.

It worked for other cases at the association.

-You're running out of time, Marta. -Yes, I know.