Eye for an Eye (Quien a hierro mata)

Don't do this to me! Fuck!

The dockyard! We hid it in the dockyard!

- Come on, motherfucker! - It wasn't my fault, man!

Padin, it's not my fault!

Padin, I swear! Let me go!

Padin, please, let me go!

- Shut the fuck up! - Padin...

No! Don't leave me here! Fuck!

Squeeze tight.

Tighter.

More.

Pull me towards you.

Harder.

You can get dressed now.

You can help him, if you like.

He's out.

It's Kike.

Where are you?

Getting some air, what the fuck...?

Listen, I've got a thing here... How can I tell you?

Padin!

I eventually got the "crab", but...

the problem now is...

what to do with the "spider crab". Do you get the situation?

- I get it. - Right. So...?

If the "spider crab's" leg is broken, what do you think?

I see where you're going.

He's coming.

Dad, you did fucking great.

Santiago says they'll send you home for sure.

- I'm not going home. - Yeah, you are!

They already think you're more dead than alive.

Oh, they finished the job.

We put in non-slip shower

in the big room downstairs, with wheelchair access.

You'll live like a king.

If I get out, I'm going to the home.

What are you saying, Dad? Why the home?

Because I fucking feel like it.

Padin! No!

No!

EYE FOR AN EYE

- Good? - Very good.

- If there's anything, you... - I'll tell you, sure.

You have good hands.

I know, my clients tell me every day.

Right.

We can keep doing this after the pregnancy, right?

But at home and less public.

- Sorry, sorry. - Please.

Always gently,

no sudden movements.

The proper pressure, as if we were spreading butter.

But butter just out of the refrigerator.

Apply pressure without fear, giving it to her.

Please...

Come on, apply pressure.

That's it.

What?

- Looks like it's true. - What?

That pregnant women are gorgeous.

Ciao, I'll pick you up later.

- No. I'll sort it out. - Okay.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Mario, how does Orlando sound?

Orlando? Like the brand of tomatoes?

The other day Mariano, today Orlando... We can get a better name, no?

I keep thinking, but you don't like any of them.

You'll think of something. Relax.

One more. Marcial, just one.

- Do you want to kill me? Slut! - Marcial!

Marcial, come here.

Come here. What's wrong?

- This slut wants to poison me! - Don't talk like that. It's ugly.

How about if you let Raquel give you lunch,

I'll take you out later for a smoke?

Deal?

Deal.

- That's it. - There you go.

Nice, huh?

With his memory, by the time he finishes, he'll have forgotten about the smoke.

My memory's bad, but my hearing is fine!

Fuck!

- Okay. - Go on.

Mario, we may have an admission.

- Hello. - Hello.

The man's sure, but the family's not keen.

- Why? Is it the money? - No, that's not the problem.

- Mercedes, please. - Yes?

They'd rather have him at home. It's a delicate matter.

Delicate?

It's Antonio Padin.

- The druglord? - Yes.

Wasn't he in prison?

Yes. He has a degenerative disease.

They're sending him home, but he wants to come here.

I suppose the medical attention puts him at ease.

But he can buy all the care he wants.

- He's got money. - Maybe he doesn't want it taken away.

He wouldn't be the first to choose the home

before his kids drive him mad trying to make him sign things.

Won't we have trouble with the families of the residents?

- I don't think so. - Well, you know best.

When is he being admitted?

My ass you've got it sorted.

Dad, Kike sees it, I see it, the Colombians see it.

- Shit, maybe you're wrong. 4 don't want any Chinese.

Like it or not, they're there.

If they don't work with us, they will with other people.

Kike's right, times change. Now they have the money.

If we don't grab this chance, we're assholes.

They don't know the area or have any contacts.

We just give the Colombians the money up front.

And if the Chinese blow it, who answers for it? Who?

- You answer to the Colombians. - Like fuck we do!

We need an answer from you. Are you in or out?

- Not one dime. - Not one dime, eh?

- Fucking old man! - Kike, take it easy.

- I get so wound up! - What did I say? Chill!

What are you looking at? Fucking old man!

You were jailed for buying a house with more bathrooms than a palace.

That's why you got caught. So don't give me sermons now.

Hello. How are you?

I wanted to introduce you to Mario, our head of nursing.

Nice to meet you. Who's coming to live here?

Him, the one in the foul mood.

With your permission, I'll show him around the "hotel".

Good.

'Bye, Dad.

You'll see, Mario has a great way about him.

Meanwhile, we can talk about the operating conditions.

Perfect.

Let's change the exercise.

We turn, rotate forearms and...

thumb in, thumb out.

Out.

Like we were picking a pocket. Like this, thieving.

Moving better already, eh, Antonio?

Don't get mad, I'm kidding. Come on, other hand, again.

Thumb in, thumb out.

In.

Out.

Very good! See that?

Your hand's much more flexible. And we've been at it for two minutes?

I'm not saying you'll play baseball in a week, but it can improve.

We were waiting in the office.

This is our rehabilitation room,

will all kinds of exercise gear.

- Mercedes, got a moment? - Sure.

Stay with them a moment.

I'll be right back, Antonio.

Here are the heated pools for psychomotricity, if you want...

Well...

Dad, this time we're going ahead with or without you, you hear?

But you know the doors to the house are always open.

- Don't let me find out, eh? - What?

One harsh word or lack of respect for my father,

and I come here and raise hell.

Understand?

Yeah?

- Saw Rosa today. - Oh, yeah? How is she?

Fucked. You know they fired her from the insurance firm?

- How come? - Why do you think?

...Galician drug trafficking...

Why go on strike? That's illegal.

Sure, but she's not permanent. They just won't renew her contract.

- She should report them. - That's what I said.

If they hire a replacement, she can win.

Sure, but she's so nice...

...were neighbors of this man,

known as the boss of the Padin clan.

We got these answers

on the exit from prison for health reasons

of the historic druglord.

No way, because of him a lot of people died.

He should be in prison for the rest of his days.

It's bad because people do their full sentence

for minor crimes sometimes...

My legs are like an elephant's.

- What are you looking for? - Nothing, tomorrow's weather.

Good morning, Antonio.

It's breakfast time. I'll help you wash and we'll go down.

Not now, go away.

- C'mon, Antonio, let's go. - Get the fuck out of here!

Excuse me. Somebody a sleepyhead?

Well, that's alright. We'll take it slow.

Everyone is different.

And you see it all here, Antonio.

A lot of people pass through, very fucked up people.

Like you and much worse.

I've known some who just stay in bed

until in the end...

But it's not easy putting your feet on the ground

when you know it'll get worse every day.

That's why some prefer this: living here, among strangers

with people who don't care about you,

who never knew you when things were going well,

when you were king of the hill.

Better a little indifference than pity

or sorrow, right?