Someone Has to Die (Alguien tiene que morir)

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-Ready. -Ready.

Pull!

You'll say the wind was in my favor.

There's no doubt you're good,

but you'd have to be blind to miss at this distance.

Why don't you just accept I'm better than you?

The Youth Tournament this year goes to Cayetana Aldama!

-Come on, clap! -Stop that. Don't be an asshole.

Where are you going?

-It's my turn. -It's late.

I need time to change. Dinner's early.

What dinner?

At Falcón's house.

Didn't Mom tell you?

Gabino's coming home today.

They say he's very handsome.

Can you imagine if I end up marrying him?

I'm sure you're looking forward to seeing him too.

It's been a long time.

-Ready! -Ready.

Pull!

My darling son.

You smell the same, Mom.

What's wrong?

-I thought I'd never see you again. -Why do you say that?

If Father hadn't bought the ticket, I would've swam home.

Give me a hand, Gabino.

I'm sorry.

Mom, this is Lázaro, a friend of mine.

You should've told me! I would've made preparations.

-Nice to meet you, ma'am. -He seems quiet at first, but he's nice.

His only flaw is he's from Guadalajara.

But we get along.

-Come in. -Thank you.

Leave your suitcases there. Rosario will take them up.

-I hope I'm not imposing. -Not at all.

Let's go to your room. You must be exhausted.

Are you Spanish royalty?

Don't joke about that around here.

Are you coming?

Don't lose sight of this.

The flesh and the devil walk hand in hand.

Take a good look.

Two degenerates who succumbed to the most repugnant sin of all.

Fornication with one another.

God's eye is always upon us.

In your cells,

in the showers, and in the darkest corners.

Pray, my children.

The Lord will only protect us in a pure homeland.

-Long live Spain! -One!

-Long live Spain! -Great!

-Long live Spain! -Free!

Free!

Free!

Jesus, how those pigs squeal. It's worse than a slaughterhouse.

-Where are the new ones from, sir? -From Talavera.

Some kids found them in a cave, hiding like animals.

Animals fight to survive.

These women don't even have the dignity to die fighting.

Come in.

The documents you asked for, sir.

Don't forget your son arrives this afternoon.

Thank you, Javier.

So your son has come home?

You must be happy.

Doesn't it show?

Sir,

I'd like to consider the possibility of a reassignment.

What do you think?

-How many assigned so far? -Forty inmates.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. We'd like to increase it.

It seems like a lot for a shoe factory.

Aldama Footwear is a good company.

They often donate to orphanages, and they're expanding quickly.

Forty inmates is not enough to do the work required.

How about longer shifts?

They're already doing 14-hour shifts.

They're lucky we let them open their eyes every morning.

Let's hope Aldama doesn't let them go to waste.

As long as they're put to use, Federico.

As long as they're put to use.

The duck is almost ready, ma'am.

You know my husband doesn't like it dry.

-Was the champagne delivered? -Yes.

But it's not very cold.

Good. The less they drink, the sooner they'll leave.

I'm so glad the young gentleman is home. Although he's not so young anymore.

Aren't you happy?

Yes, of course.

But this country isn't for dreamers, Rosario.

Ma'am?

I know you said you'd keep me informed, but...

will you go to the minister's office this week?

I'll try.

Why don't you give me the document? I can keep it safe.

Thank you, ma'am, but I'd rather hold on to it.

Rosario,

try to be patient a while longer.

More patience.

Come in.

This old lady has been dying to see you.

I thought you preferred me in Mexico.

Why do you say that? We're so happy to have you home.

You were this tall when you left. Look at you now.

-How do you know I smoke? -Grandmas know everything...

and from the stench of cheap tobacco on that jacket.

Can you keep a secret?

I get mine sent in from abroad.

Spain is a great country, but the tobacco is awful.

I should unpack.

Why did you never write?

I know your grandpa was your favorite. You were his favorite too.

But it's a shame you've already buried me. You're lucky I'm still alive.

Look.

What's this?

Mom doesn't like them in the house.

She can clear them out when I die.

It's a beauty, isn't it?

It's a Krico, German-made. I had it made especially for you.

Mr. Falcón, you have a visitor.

My goodness, what have they been feeding you in Mexico?

-Don't they only grow corn? -Father.

You're barely recognizable.

Although you look like your grandpa when he was young.

He's even more handsome.

This is Lázaro.

He's here with me.

Hello.

As soon as we catch you off guard, we're stealing Rosario away.

-What would we do about Adela? -We'll fire her.

How can a woman cook like this and still be single?

I'm a widow, but thank you, Madam Belén.

How was your trip? I hear planes are very comfortable now.

Only barely. They had stops at Havana and the Azores.

-But we're finally home, Mom. -And there's no place like home, is there?

A toast?

Certainly, Mother.

No, thank you, I don't drink.

What do you mean?

We're having a toast.

Don't push, he said no.

I heard him...

but Mother proposed a toast, and the occasion calls for it.

Since your country's independence, you've lost all the best traditions.

To Gabino.

And to Spain, which has missed you dearly, my son.

-To Spain. -To Spain.

To Spain.

I'm so sorry.

-It's fine. -Thank you, ma'am.

It's a shame Alonso isn't here. I wanted to see him.

He had plans with someone or the other.

I was afraid to ask. He's been insufferable all day.

Maybe now that you're here, he'll focus more.

-I don't know where his head is at. -They'll see each other soon.

-Shall we go into the living room? -Of course.

Don't worry.

Picking up cutlery in front of our guests, please.

There are worse things than that.

How could you give Gabino a gun?

Traditions have to be honored.

Perhaps not in this family after what happened.

And I treat the help as I please.

Let me remind you that this is my house.

Yes, ma'am.

The city has changed so much.

You won't recognize parts of it.

-Isn't that right? -Luckily.

Well, you have a beautiful tour guide

who'd love to show you around. Isn't that right?

Of course.

So, what's the best thing about Mexico?

Everything. The sun, the food...

There's always so much to do.

Yes, but I wanted to visit other places.

And we will. We're going on a trip next week.

A trip?

Yes, we're going to Paris, London, Vienna.

We want to travel before returning to Mexico.

Well...

You should've told us, don't you think?

Why?

Paris is lovely.

Too bad it's full of French people.

I'd love to see the Opera.

They say it's wonderful. Every dancer's dream.

-You're a dancer? -An artist?

He danced once at Bellas Artes.

How does one decide to be a dancer?

-I always knew. My mom once-- -Care for some coffee?

I'm falling asleep.

-Of course. -Yes.

Thank you, Mother.

Get up here! Who the hell is helping here?

For fuck's sake!

That was a shit game, boys.

-You should have kicked him. -Come on, it wasn't that bad.

Pick up that soap, you faggots.