No Rest for the Wicked (No habrá paz para los malvados)

NO REST FOR THE WICKED

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The Islamic republic now has 3,000 centrifuges,

2,700 more than those known of up to present day,

and enough, say experts,

to make an atomic bomb within a year.

The President of Iran denies this

and once again insists

that they are only for enriching uranium

for peaceful purposes.

Give me a dash of anisette.

Anisette?

Yeah, a dash. To kill the taste.

Fuck you to hell and back!

What brand?

Doesn't matter, what you've got.

Anis del Mono.

We're out of Mono.

None left.

Some change.

And give me another.

And expect violence from young anti-system protesters.

Which have invariably accompanied the latest summits.

Although border controls have been tightened,

around a thousand of violent protesters

are in the city.

Now for the sports news.

- Good evening. - Good evening, David.

We begin with information from the teams in the capital.

- Fucking turn that down. - Madrid lost.

Fuck 'em.

Sir, that's 34 Euros.

- We've got to close up. - One last one.

Boss, we should've closed up half an hour ago.

You should go home and rest.

Fuck you both.

Come and get me, you bastards.

Come and get me, if you've got the balls.

We're closed.

You've got the music on.

There you go. Closed. The girls have already gone.

You're still here.

Colombian, right?

Spanish.

Get me a rum and coke, honey.

She's not getting anything.

We're closed.

What do you bet?

Get me that drink, cutie.

I'm telling you to leave.

The easy way.

See? I am getting that drink.

Now get me that rum and coke.

Good evening.

Excuse me, but they have to be strict about the hours.

You understand, don't you?

Ingrid, get the inspector a drink.

And one for me too.

Scotch.

Neat

It's a shame you've come so late.

We've got some stunning girls.

You must come one evening.

On the house, of course.

Ingrid, get the inspector another drink.

Don't worry, my friend.

We all have bad days.

Can you put me through to Hugo Anglada's room?

He's not in?

Can you tell me the room number, please?

Thank you.

Yes, Ana.

I'm in a traffic jam.

What?

Where's that?

One shot in the back.

Two in this one.

In the shoulder and the head, point blank to finish the job.

He's got a broken nose.

Maybe pushed into the bar first, there's blood.

This one was shot at very close range.

Sorry.

What's this?

Three dead by gunshot. No papers.

For now, we've only found papers for the woman.

And no shells.

What's that smell?

These places smell like that, ma'am.

Take a look outside, see if the car turns up.

- The disc, do we have it? - No. It was taken away.

I saw a camera at the entrance to the industrial estate.

It hasn't worked for three years. We've found another.

Verenica Garcia. She turned up in Valencia.

She's been arrested for setting fire to a car.

Right, the destinations for back-up at the Summit.

You and Rubio, you're on watch at the German Embassy.

- You know I can't run. - That's why.

Alvaro, you and Herrera take the odd numbers.

Marta and Lorenzo, all doorways from 2 to 12.

Check the residents, windows, the usual.

You two, watch on the Italian Embassy.

This time, you're calling the family.

- Where are you going? - I'll call you later.

Yes, that's me.

You told the inspector you saw a man.

I was surprised to see someone at that hour, so I looked at him.

He was your height.

He wore a black leather jacket and had long hair. He got into a car.

A dark man.

Can you confirm that it was 5:15 a.m.?

Yes, ma'am. I always get to work then.

Did you notice the car?

That man scared me, and I hurried along.

Are you sure you didn't see anyone else?

I'm sure, ma'am. Just that man.

Thanks a lot.

Your testimony will be of great use to us.

- Can I go? You can go. Thanks very much

Thank you.

It's a Citroen Xantia.

The model's a few years old.

I had the family model.

Pedro Vargas Cartage, alias "the Old Man", age 59.

Colombian, from Cali.

He's been in Spain since 2003.

Married to Maria Fernanda Olmedo Senchez.

The club is in her name.

He was involved in a cocaine-trafficking case in 2004.

The other body is still unidentified. We're crossing prints with Interpol.

Ballistics says all the shots are from the same gun, a 38.

- Have any mobile phones turned up? - No.

Talk to his wife. Everyone's got a mobile.

She's to give us the number.

Ana, prepare a warrant for the phone company.

What's the time?

8:20.

It's time to go home.

Hey!

What's up?

Have you seen Rachid?

Who?

I don't know you.

I don't know you either.

I'm looking for Rachid.

He hasn't been round here for a while.

Is he still with Celia?

I don't know.

Go ask her.

Can we go?

Hello, Celia.

Fuck! You gave me a fright!

What do you want?

I saw you dancing

and thought you might let me have a drink.

That's what I've got.

- No rum? - No.

Where's Rachid?

Rachid... Where is he?

In the wardrobe.

You don't mind, do you?

Is it coke?

Horse.

You want to chase the dragon?

No.

Is he still in business with the Colombians?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

But if you find him,

tell him I'm throwing his shit in the trash.

Call him.

That's an old number.

He changes it sometimes for security reasons.

I don't have his current one.

You still haven't told me why you're after him.

I miss him.

Are you still with that dark-haired honey?

Nobody wants me.

I feel so sorry for you.

Colombian. Wanted for murder in Holland, France and Italy.

We don't know which identity he was working under.

We're looking for all three.

Around 300,000 Euros.

Thanks, Ana.

300,000 Euros, here...? No, huh?

No.

In the end I had to talk to the blonde's mother.

I'm fucking sick of swallowing all the shit.

What, did you choose the biggest loser in the department?

Go fuck yourself.

Go on, complain, kid. I would.

Maybe you'll get me kicked off at long fucking last.

What time do we get relieved?

We've got seven hours to go.

Route 21, Metropolitan Police.

Three buses on fire in the university district.

They appear to be gathering there.

Fuck the world.

Since when do you listen to "pachanga"?

What's this shit?

You're not doing blow?

You and Mr. Vargas were partners?