NETFLIX PRESENTS
We're at the Motorland starting grid for the Superbike World Championship.
The 22 riders are ready.
The crowd is getting excited.
They want to see the best riders on two wheels.
After the free practice sessions and great mid-season test times…
The championship has just begun.
The teams have been working all weekend.
Now for the moment of truth.
This is the starting grid.
All set. The hostesses retreat.
The mechanics get the tire warmers out.
This means we don't have much longer to wait.
We can already hear the engines roar. Sounds like music!
GOVERNMENT OF ARAGON
Shit, shit!
For fuck's sake, man.
One second.
That sucked, huh? Only two laps to go.
Bad luck.
That wasn't bad luck.
What you need is a good team.
I saw you in Jerez.
You're the last one to brake going into the turns.
You should've won today.
Well, there you go.
-I'm Regina. -How's it going, Regina?
Rafa. A pleasure.
My father was Armand Costas, founder of Monlau.
-Yeah. -Now I'm in charge.
We signed a deal with Honda. I need another rider.
We're holding auditions, and I'd like you to take part.
In case you're interested, the auditions start on Thursday.
Yeah, of course. Wow, thanks a lot.
-Drop by. -Will do. Thanks.
-See you. -Bye.
Fuck yeah.
Rafa, I'm gonna need you to stay a little longer.
-I can't. Someone's waiting for me. -Let them wait.
Pain in the ass.
Don't look at me like that. I got here as soon as I could.
You're a jerk. I have an interview.
-Get on. I'll take you. -Where?
I'll take you wherever.
And what about Mateo? All three of us on the bike?
That's bullshit.
Come here.
See you tomorrow. Make sure he does his homework.
Yeah, don't worry.
-Are you mad too? -No.
Huh?
Hey, how many times have I told you not to climb on it, huh?
How many?
Come here.
They add water, then soap, then water again--
What do you mean?
-Soap in the juice? -No!
So, first there were some tiny jars. Then another one and another one.
-And then we went-- -Hey.
-Do you know who that is? -No.
Can you guess?
-No. -Jeez. It's your dad, Mateo!
I've shown you this tape a gazillion times.
-I have a question. -Sure.
Did you win?
Did I win?
Oh, boy. What a question.
A big question.
…declared the champion of champions…
-Oh là là. -Oh là là.
What do you think?
-Heavy, isn't it? -A little, yeah.
Time to sleep. Okay?
-Sleepy? -Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
-If you need me, you know where I am. -Okay.
Yeah?
-Nighty-night. -Night.
-Love you lots. -Love you too.
Hey.
-Is Mom still seeing Hakan? -Who's Hakan?
-That huge guy she was dating. -No.
-He doesn't come around anymore. -No?
…I'll give you something
Give me your hand, now
Give me your hand, I wanna go with you
Ignore anything you don't wanna touch
I'm gonna give you paradise
Give me your hand, now
I'm gonna show you the back door So you can come in without knocking
I'll say it again in your ear…
Damn, Mom. Look how well she dances! Right?
I burn rubber and skid to you
I've never slowed down since I met you
Out of all the flowers, I picked you
And in your arms, I am gonna melt
Give me your hand, I wanna go with you
Ignore anything you don't wanna touch
I'm gonna give you paradise
Give me your hand, now
Give me your hand, I wanna go with you
Ignore anything you don't wanna touch
Come. How's my boy?
Hey, handsome.
How's it going? Did you have fun?
-Yeah. -Did you?
-How did the interview go? -Good. We'll see.
-Remember. Friday, at six. -Okay. Hey.
Why don't we meet up sometime and go for a drink?
What for?
Come on, Mateo.
Hey, guys. Can you stop, please? Riders, come over here for a second.
I'd like you to meet Alán Morales.
Come. The team's chief engineer. Okay?
-Welcome, guys. -Hi.
You'll be working with him the most.
Any questions, speak to Alán. Okay?
Only one of you will be chosen.
We want to win.
For that, we're gonna need the best driver, okay?
Fill out your paperwork.
-See you on the track for the warm-up. -Okay.
-Good luck, everyone. -Thank you.
Right, let's start with a group exercise. We'll do some short five-lap races.
FIRST ROUND
Brother, you can't park your bike here.
Dude, are you always gonna repeat that same joke?
You sound like a broken record.
So, how's your daughter?
Fine. You know, I wake up at nine every day.
-I'm sick of getting up early. -It's about time you woke up before one.
-About time? -Yeah.
Know what it's like to have your gypsy wife force you out of bed every day?
"Come on. Get up, now."
-How's everything? -All good.
-Nothing new. -Nothing new? Are you joking?
-You think I don't know? -Know what?
You're trying out for some motorbike racing team.
Yeah, man. I sure am.
When they pick you, bring me with you to get a photo with Jorge Lorenzo.
Sure, any time you want.
You should swing by more. We barely see you.
-We'll get a drink. -Okay.
-Tell your family I said hi. -Good luck with the racing.
Okay. See you, Cortés.
Natalia! Natalia!
What happened?
Mateo. Are you okay? You both all right?
What happened?
Are you okay?
What happened here, Natalia?
Damn it.
-What happened? -Let go of me.
-Who's that? -The police.
Hang up. I said hang up! Don't you fucking get it?
-Tell me what the hell happened. -I had drugs here.
-What? -I was stashing drugs for some guys.
Why?
Why do you think? To pay the rent!
Is it normal to stash drugs in a place where you live with our son, Natalia?
Are you fucking crazy or what?
You could've asked me for cash.
And what would you do? You don't give me a fucking penny!
-You spend it all on your bike. -Here we go again.
Don't you dare tell me what I should do.
-Stop being stupid. -Shut up!
For fuck's sake!
It was only gonna be for a few months. Until I got cash.
Do the drugs belong to those guys?
They robbed me.
How much did they take?
Two hundred thousand worth.
If I don't pay them in a month, they'll come back.
Look at me, Natalia.
-Listen to me. -I don't know what to do.
-I swear I don't know… -Look. We'll sort it out. Okay?
Now let's get you out of here.
Pack your bags. Stay at my place for a few days.
Okay?
Come on.
Fucking awesome.
Here.
Thanks.
Hey, if you need anything else, let me know. Okay?
Okay.
-Good night, Mateo. -Night.
-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.
…after almost a week of heavy unrest,
the violent radicals return once again to the streets of Barcelona.
The number of victims increases with each new day of the protest…
PITCHED BATTLE BETWEEN PROTESTERS AND POLICE IN THE HEART OF BARCELONA
We see images of barricades, of burning containers,
stones being thrown…
-Where are you going? -Where's Cortés?
-Beat it! -Can I speak to him?
-Get out of here! -Where's my fucking motorbike? Huh?
-Go! -Where is he?
Don't talk to me like that. I didn't say shit.
Hey!
Let him come through, Toni. Go on.
Where's my goddamn bike, bro?
I told you not to park on private property.
I'm not in the mood. Where's my bike?
Chill out, man.
Hey, Toni. Go get his bike.
Did you know some guys are stashing drugs in these flats?
Of course I know that.
-Really? -Yeah.
And you let it happen?
They're sketchy, brother. Latinos. Colombian.
They're fucking with Natalia.
-How so? -What I said. They're fucking with her.
Why? What's all this about?
I have to speak to those assholes.
-They're dangerous people. Bad news. -Tell me how to talk to that punk.
Don't go near that gorgio. What's up with you?
Are you gonna tell me or not, man?
All right, come on.
Come on, then.
-What shall we do? -Well…
Eleven participants gallop and try to take the lead…
Number seven according to the colors…
On the homestretch…
You want to talk, right?
Yeah, about Natalia.
-Did you bring my money? -The drugs were stolen.
That's not my problem.
She was responsible for the goods.
You know full well that Natalia is fucking broke.
What the fuck has this got to do with you?
She's the mother of my son.
I don't give a shit who she is.
Why are you here?
To negotiate.
Look, I'm a Superbike rider. I'll pay you back what's owed.
I just need two months.
I'm not a moneylender.
A month. I swear I'll pay you back.
-A month and I swear I'll pay you back. -Go.
Hey!
He's catching up, Boro.
Come on.
That's it.
I know a good runner when I see one.
Police and protesters clash again in another night of riots in the city.
The protest is against the sentencing of the pro-independence leaders.
The protests called by…
-Shall I give you a hand? -No, I'm nearly done.
-We've really messed up your place. -Not at all.
I love having you here. I really do.
-Oh, really? -Yeah, of course. Damn it.
Are you surprised?
Well…
If you wanted a family, why did you leave when I got pregnant?
Hold on.
Hello?
Do you really wanna help your woman?
Yeah.
Come to my tattoo parlor. Passatge del Crèdit, Unit 8.
-Right now? -Right now, yeah.
Wait there, kid.
Come with me.
Get in.
MARSEILLE
Take this to my tattoo parlor. Come on.
So, we're ten minutes from Marseille.
The highway is that way.
There are toll charges.
They're paid automatically. Don't stop.
Two guys will fill up your tank at the service station after the tolls.
Okay? You have two hours to make this trip. Not a minute more.
I know it very well. If you take longer, you're screwing me over.
You don't want to do that, do you?
You don't want to screw me over.
I'll know if you do. I'll find you via GPS.
Don't do anything stupid.
SPAIN
You're ten minutes late, kid.
-Whole-wheat flour. -Go make your kid a cake.
Fuck me, man.
With the pro-independence mess, you can't even get a gram past the port.
It's full of cops.
I'll have to suck it up. Buy from the Frenchies.
You'll go to Marseille, bring me the goods by road.
-On your motorbike. -Okay.
Okay.
This has a Belgian SIM card.
We can talk safely and freely.
When I call you, answer. Whatever time it is.
Hey.
No matter the time.
If you work for me for two months, I'll leave you alone.
We'll settle the debt.
Okay. Two months?
And that's it?
UNKNOWN CALLER ANSWER - SILENCE
Rafa? Everything's ready.
Okay. I'm coming.
INDIVIDUAL ROUND
-What are you doing here? Are you crazy? -Let's go.
I'm gonna explain one more time. When I call, you answer.
-If you don't, the deal's off. -Okay.
I'll find your girl and beat the shit out of her.
-That clear? -Yes.
From now on, use this.
Come on, get in.
-What's that? -Some special candy to keep you awake.
You're not the first to get high on the highway.
Get going.
SPAIN
It's him. Let's go!
Suspect located. Initiating pursuit.
-Come on. -Open it.
Quickly, quickly, quickly!
Come on, damn it! Faster!
That was close.
I need a better bike.
A Kawasaki 1000 with racing tires.
Two of them.
Who do you think you are?
Quico.
Get the drugs out of here. See you at the warehouse.
Carlos, if you want me to get the drugs, it's the only way.
Otherwise, they'll lock me up next time.
We'll see.
Shoot, sorry.
-Did I wake you up? -No. I couldn't sleep.
I worked a colleague's night shift. Sorry for not telling you.
No problem. It's your house. You don't need to explain.
Listen, Natalia, I…
Your thing with those guys is sorted.
-It's sorted? -Yeah.
Cortés knows them. I spoke to them. We sorted it out.
How? What did you do?
It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it.
Just like that?
Don't treat me like a fool. This is serious.
I've never treated you like a fool. Please. Just trust me.
-They'll leave me be? -Yes, they will.
Forget about it.
MARSEILLE
Stop going on about your cousin. What did I tell you, Boro?
We don't work with Fadel. Period.
If he keeps nagging, I'll take him out.
So?
Do you like it?
Yeah.
Boro's waiting for you.
UNKNOWN CALLER
FOURTH ROUND
What the hell is wrong with this kid?
Don't look at me like that.
-What do you expect? You went too far. -You got in the way.
-Hey, hey, hey. -You always do.
-What's going on? -Nothing.
-Is something wrong? -I don't know. Ask him.
The final round is this week.
The test that decides who remains on the team.
Be ready to give it your all.
-You too. -Yeah, sure.
Rest up. I'll see you tomorrow.
-See you. -Bye.
Rafa, come here. I wanna talk to you.
What's going on?
Do you wanna join the team?
Yeah.
Your rivals are younger than you.
Our philosophy is to support young talent, discover them.
We don't usually consider riders your age.
I did it because you've got more guts.
But you're making it hard for me.
Sorry, Regina, but I don't think what happened back there was my fault.
Not many riders are born to race.
Most improve their technique, but they lack that spark.
They lack the talent and don't go far.
My dad used to say you're like centaurs.
But instead of hooves, you have wheels.
That's why you're magical, why you fly.
Don't let me down, okay?
Hi, Dad.
What are you doing?
We're going home.
Everything's sorted, right?
I don't want you to leave.
-It's not just about what you want. -Let's get back together.
-It's a little too late for that. -But I've changed.
I'm different now. Can't you see?
-Now I know exactly what I want. -What's that?
I want you both.
How do I know you're not lying?
Because now I know I can't live without you.
Because I'm still fucking crazy about you. I really am.
-I don't like crazy guys. -Well, I'm not crazy.
I'm gonna prove it to you.
Of course I understand. You just can't control it, period.
Okay, calm the fuck down.
We'll figure it out. I'll call you.
They're making a mess.
Fuck me.
You can't even sneak a gram in.
I won't close up shop for nobody.
We'll smuggle the goods in while the cops are at the riots.
And you'll be the one to do it.
You'll deliver it directly to the client.
-When will that be? -Tonight.
What do you need for a street circuit?
A TMAX?
Or a motocross?
NIGHT OF PITCHED BATTLE. CATALAN POLICE ARE OVERWHELMED.
-A motocross would be fine. -Done.
García, it's your turn to work a double shift.
Sorry, boss. I can't today.
Well, it is what it is.
I can't, I have something important to do.
Please give me more notice next time.
Either you work the shift, or you're fired.
What's up, bro?
-What are you doing here? -You tell me.
-Is it true what they say? -What?
Are you Carlos's bitch? What were you thinking working for those people?
Enough, Cortés.
-I know what I'm doing. -You don't know shit, bro.
I've got one week left. I'll settle the debt, and I'm out.
Watch out. These people don't let you quit.
I don't need a lecture from you.
-What's this gypsy doing here? -Hey, Boro, relax.
What are you telling him? Fancy another beating?
You'll regret this, Rafa.
Go take care of your thugs.
You'll regret this.
Are you ready, champ?
Take the goods to that parking lot.
Look for parking space 258.
Put them in the trunk and come back.
-Okay. -Go.
Don't get caught, kid. What you've got is worth 50,000 bucks.
Stop!
POLICE
FAT FISH MODERN SEAFOOD RESTAURANT
Follow me!
Come on!
-Shit! Don't let him escape! -Run!
Let's go!
I've got him! Follow me!
-Come on! -Don't let him get away.
For fuck's sake!
You're dead, motherfucker!
-Over there? -No.
-Come here, asshole. -Don't run.
-You see him? -No, damn it.
-Is he over there? -Shit!
-Where is he? -We fucking lost him.
For fuck's sake!
-Where the hell are you? -They fucking shot me!
What?
They knocked me off my bike. Come get me now.
-Who? The police? Protesters? -No, some guys with guns.
-Do you have the coke on you? -Yes!
Shit! Someone must've sold us out.
What the hell should I do?
-Where are you? -La Boqueria.
There's no way out!
Take the Ramblas exit.
-Now. -Okay.
I can't see him.
Where the fuck is he?
He's gonna fucking escape!
-I see him! -Come on, let's go.
Get in!
Let's go!
Your cousin is a real son of a bitch. I'll kill him.
It wasn't him. Diego was fucking with us.
-They're working together. -No.
I've known Fadel all my life. He's legit.
How about you?
Are you legit?
Why do you ask?
You defend your cousin so much I'm starting to think you're involved too.
Are you involved, pal?
No.
Diego used the riots to trick us.
If you can't see that, you're blind.
Find Diego.
Now! Let's clear this up.
I'll call Fadel.
Cortés told me everything.
-What do you mean? -What you're doing for Carlos.
I've got one delivery left.
Then we'll be free.
I'm coming.
Fuck me, I'm coming!
Rafa.
Rafa!
Rafa, wake up, you overslept. Come on!
Hurry!
-You're late. -Shit.
FINAL SELECTION
Shit!
Shit.
Look, Rafa, when I put a team together, it becomes part of my family.
Do you know why?
Huh?
Because family defines you, whether we want it to or not.
Even if we want to look elsewhere, they make us who we are.
-I know. Listen-- -No, you listen to me.
This family was gonna make you a champion, Rafa.
It would've given you what you needed to succeed.
You won't find a better one.
But, oh well. That's your decision.
And I respect it.
Shit. Fuck.
Fucking shit.
What are you doing up?
So?
Here, gimme that.
Tell Carlos we'll order some more.
-How much more? -Twice this amount.
Hey, stay there.
Carlos.
I've got it.
The Godoys want twice as much next time.
Yeah, he's here.
Yeah.
Later.
Right, I'm off.
Tomorrow at nine at the tattoo parlor.
What did you say?
Tomorrow, 9 p.m. at the parlor.
No. We said two months.
This was the last night.
No fucking way.
Boro, remember we had a deal. Okay?
Call Carlos.
Boro, call Carlos!
Carlos doesn't give a fuck, kid. You'll finish when we say.
Look.
I'm out of here.
And you can go fuck yourself, asshole.
-Rafa-- -What?
-Listen, Rafita.
Don't push your luck with me, punk.
Want us to send Natalia to suck off the Arabs?
What do you think, kid? That we only deal coke?
We dabble in everything.
You know what white pussy is worth in the Middle East?
The Arabs go crazy. They'll fuck her silly.
Don't make this hard. Her freedom depends on you.
It's you or her.
-Are we clear? -Yeah.
-Are we? -Yes!
Get out of here.
What do you want now?
I forgot my phone.
Oh, my God, man!
He did him in.
You know what to do. Get him out of here.
What happened, bro? Huh?
What happened here?
Now what, Rafa? Huh? You fucked up big time.
Carlos will find out in no time.
I'm talking to you!
You wanted Carlos's business, didn't you?
You know you can have it now, if you want.
I'll take you to the drug warehouse.
Where is it?
-I know how to find it. -Where? How?
Do you trust me?
Yes or no?
Yeah?
-What's wrong? -Where is it?
-What? -Come on.
-Come on! -What is it?
What are you looking for? What are you doing?
-What's your cut? Is it worth it? -Huh?
-What's your cut? -What the fuck is going on?
Tell me what happened yesterday with the Godoys.
-What happened? -Nothing. It was a normal handover.
Why?
-Where's the money? -Boro took it and counted it.
He called you in front of me.
-Where's Boro? -How the hell would I know?
-Tell me, motherfucker! -I don't know where Boro is, Carlos!
Seriously, I swear it's the truth.
That jerk won't pick up, and he's not at home.
-What happened with the Godoys? -Nothing, damn it! We stuck to the plan.
They took the drugs, gave us the cash, and left.
Why don't you call them?
I'm telling you the goddamn truth!
I already called them, and I know full well what happened.
Tell me what you did with my money after the Godoys gave it to you.
I don't know! I left. I'm telling the truth, damn it.
What about Boro? Where's that son of a bitch?
He counted the money and then left to go see his cousin.
Who?
Fadel!
He called to ask him to come and get him.
-That's what happened? -Yes!
God damn it!
The warehouse!
You went there this morning, right?
-Answer me! -No.
-You told me we were going there now. -Fucking idiot.
Let's get the hell out of here.
And you… you're coming with me.
-Me? Why? -Because I fucking said so.
Come on.
Okay, okay!
Get out, I'll drive. Jackasses.
Nelson, I need you to find Boro and Fadel, okay?
Apparently, they met up after the Godoy deal.
Go.
What are you doing?
Look at him! Go! He's getting away!
-I can't move! -Go over there!
-Move! -I can't!
For fuck's sake! Go!
-Can't you see that? -Jesus!
-God damn it, man! -I couldn't move!
It's all here.
Put it in the van. I'll take it.
Quick.
You too.
I've located him.
Verneda industrial area. South. Go!
Turn here. Go down that street.
Hey, heard anything from Fadel?
No. He's been in jail for a week.
-What about Boro? -Nothing.
-What did he say? -He asked about Fadel.
-Cortés? -Hey, Toni.
We've got a problem.
Nelson, go ahead.
Carlos, I got nothing on Boro, but I found his cousin.
-Where is he? -In the clink.
You sure?
He's been there a week. He couldn't have met Boro.
Carlos?
Hey, Rafa. Listen up.
Get out of there, you've been busted.
Rafa?
Yeah?
Come here for a sec.
Come.
Come on.
You won't make it out of here alive.
Where were you going?
Huh?
Who are you working for, asshole? Huh?
Now you're gonna tell me where you're keeping my money and where Boro is.
Right?
Get in.
You don't fucking steal from me.
Hey, Toni. Listen.
I've located them. Tell Manuel to come now.
Fuck you, bastard!
Hold onto me. Go on.
It's okay.
Try to open the door.
Open it. That's it, get in.
Quickly, quickly, quickly!
How are you? Rafa?
-Rafa! -I'm fine, I'm fine!
Come on, let's go!
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Mateo
Happy birthday to you
Here.
-Well done! Very fast! -Good job!
What's that?
Open it.
It's Regina.
Answer it.
Regina. How are you?
I'm really surprised you called, to be honest. Very.
I had to move heaven and earth.
I got management to give you another chance.
-No way. -I've got a soft spot for black sheep.
Seriously, I can refine you.
Not refine… Help you to channel your energy.
-Use it to your advantage. -Right.
Not against you, okay?
Lately, life's been a little complicated, you know?
But luckily all that's over now.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-You're no longer angry at the world? -No. I don't think so.
For me, family is also the most important thing, and, jeez…
I'd love to be a part of yours.
You already know that.
It's the police.
Rafa.
They came for you.
What do you mean?
We have evidence of your involvement with the Colombians.
-What evidence? -Tell me what you think of these.
We've also got you on video, in case you prefer that.
Out of all these people here, who am I?
Isn't that you?
-No. -That's not what some people are saying.
Oh, really? Who?
Watch it, Rafa. We know everything.
Watch it.
You won't get away with this.
Unless you accept our deal.
-What deal? -The Central Drugs Squad needs riders.
Instead of the mouse, you'd be the cat.
You decide, Rafa. It's us or the clink.
What do you say? Cat or mouse?
I'll need a Kawasaki 1000 with racing tires.
It's yours.
Suspect approaching kilometer 320.
He's getting away.
Centauro One, where are you?
Getting closer. I'm three kilometers away.
We're losing him. Let's go.
Relax, he's mine.
Copy that, Centauro One. We're behind you.
Hands up!