Hey! Hey!
-Don't mind me. -Excuse me, sir.
Where is Tanya?
Gotta go. The parents are here.
-Where is Tanya? -Don't worry.
Really, Tanya is fine.
Nothing happened to her. Don't worry.
Don't worry, my ass, Lopera!
We've taken her to the hospital to get checked.
-Which one? -The clinic. She's all right.
They didn't touch her.
They only wanted to scare her.
-Foreigners? -Yeah.
She said they were foreigners.
Apparently, they took her to a vacant lot,
put a gun to her head and made her strip.
Leo, let's go. Come on.
I called the airports, train stations...
They're already gone, damn it!
We're doing everything we can.
I called the Secretary of the Interior.
This is our top priority.
-Tanya, sweetheart. -Hi, honey.
How are you?
I'm okay.
Are you sure?
We're here, honey.
I peed myself.
It's okay, it's okay.
I peed myself
when they put it here, Dad.
THE FARADS
You know what she's like, damn it. She believes everything.
And they tricked her. They fucking tricked her...
-Shouldn't we take her to her room? -No, she's fine.
This is going to escalate. I know Leo and it'll be crazy.
What they did to her...
They're provoking us. The worst thing we can do is react.
Anything I can do...
Help me.
They said they were French from Polygram.
They liked her as an artist.
They knew her songs.
How could they if nobody's ever heard them?
They said someone gave them a demo.
How should I know?
-My sister's an idiot. -No, she isn't.
She's 20 and has big dreams.
'Cause nobody's brought her back down to earth.
I bet it was Moroccans.
I don't care if they were Moroccan, Algerian or Serbian.
-Mawad sent them. -You don't know that.
Sure I do. And you know why he did this?
The fucking boat you offered and I wouldn't sell to him.
This again, Leo?
See what your bullshit causes? Do you see?
Enough, Leo, please.
Dad, If it was Mawad, he'll pay.
Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?
Shoot him?
Did the police say anything?
They won't find anyone.
We have to make sure first.
But someone put a fucking gun to my sister's head.
Hugo, she's my sister, too.
What does Mawad get out of this?
Revenge.
He's a sicko.
He's trying to provoke us.
Exactly.
He wants us to attack.
I think it'd be best
for Dad to meet with him.
-What the fuck are you saying? -Will you let me speak?
Dad.
If it was him, you'll know.
-I'll beat the shit out of him. -Leo, control yourself.
Come back and we'll find a solution together.
Well, I think that,
if we act on impulse,
we'll be doing exactly what he wants.
Carmen was right.
We needed to show that the Farads weren't mindless fools.
We needed to stay in control.
Because that's always the best sign of power.
Who do you take me for?
A Camorra mafioso who sends little messages?
Do you think I'm stupid?
You know me too well, Leo.
I don't warn, I act.
-You should know that. -Right.
Like when you sent thugs to my house.
What?
That was the Moroccan Secret Service.
Ask the CESID.
I'm telling you this in confidence since we've known each other over 20 years.
If you're upset the Iranians
screwed you out of eight million, get a therapist.
-A therapist? -Yes, a therapist.
Because if anything happens to my family,
a cramp playing tennis or diarrhea after eating paella, know what I'll do?
-Shoot me? -No.
I'll go to Iraq and tell Saddam Hussein
that you betrayed him with the Iranians.
How long have they been at war?
Five, six, seven years?
Knowing that his friend Mawad
sold spare aircraft parts for the bombing of Baghdad
will surely piss him off, won't it?
He won't believe you.
I can be very convincing.
With no proof?
I have enemies everywhere, Leo.
Many people slander me.
Saddam knows that.
He won't believe you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Are you threatening me?
Do you want me to piss myself like your daughter?
Leo tried.
He made the effort.
But sometimes your plans don't work out and everything goes worse.
That beating was only the appetizer.
Mr. Farad!
Please!
Because the real drama was about to explode 600 miles away.
Remember Khalid and the guns we took to Algeria?
It turns out they had a very patriotic and elaborate plan.
Very elaborate.
Very '70s, prime terrorism.
And Khalid couldn't think of anything better than carrying it out
the same week Tanya almost got raped.
Almost two hours, some nerve.
I'm following orders.
Orders, my ass.
Hey, where are you going?
Someone's here to see you.
-Who? -From the CESID.
Come with me.
What's the fucking deal with Mawad?
I beat his ass for being an asshole.
Is the Minister of Justice coming to defend him, too?
Who's your boss at the CESID?
I'm not here because of Mawad.
No? Well, what a coincidence.
As soon as I kick his ass, everyone gets pissed.
But since he's your golden boy...
What?
-What the fuck is that? -You tell me.
What the fuck?
-Your friend Khalid... -"My friend Khalid."
"My friend Khalid..."
I don't know what you're thinking,
but I've got nothing to do with this.
These were taken
five months ago.
Just before the Nicaragua thing exploded.
If you're insinuating I was involved,
then you don't know me.
Then why did he come to see you?
To reprimand me.
-Reprimand you? -Yes.
To chew me out
for helping the Americans in Nicaragua.
Khalid's like that. He takes it personally when his friends work
for imperialism. I keep telling him, "I love you,
-"but I'm a businessman." -Look,
I don't know what you two were up to...
I swear on my kids that's all it was.
I don't care!
I don't care.
I'm not here with the CESID. The government sent me.
There are three Spanish families in that hotel.
And as you may imagine, they're not just any Spanish families.
So you call your friend and ask him to let them go.
I have no way of contacting Khalid.
So find one.
Because if anything happens to them,
we'll fuck up your life.
We have evidence that'll put you away for 30 years.
You and your daughter, Sara.
And your wife won't get a fucking penny,
'cause we're going to seize your accounts,
cars, properties, boats...
Boat. I only have one.
Your boat, then.
How are things going? Over.
Don't separate the families.
I don't need the Europeans.
How many Zionist passports?
Twenty-four.
Is this one the oldest?
Heavens no.
I don't want to create social conflict in Marbella.
Mawad and I have known each other for many years and...
Of course, Delegate.
Nobody wants any trouble.
You have my word, we will handle it. Don't worry.
The government delegate wants me to fix it.
Okay.
Why didn't you mention what happened to Tanya?
That won't solve anything, Hugo.
Sure.
So we just bend over and take it?
That's enough, Hugo.
Mawad, the CESID and half of Marbella are against us.
Now you want to fight the government?
Hey, sweetheart.
No, listen to me.
This isn't your fault.
-Yes, it is. -No, it's not.
Yes, if hadn't been so... Leave me alone!
-Tanya, come here. -No!
Come with me.
I can't fight on two fronts at the same time, Khalid and Mawad.
Mawad's calling everybody.
Then we have to stop him.
Talk to Jerome and get him to set a price.
After what happened to Tanya?
I gave her half a Diazepam.
For heaven's sake, Hugo. Stop overreacting.
Overreacting? Me?
Yes, you.
You're constantly trying to make up for going to Mawad.
That was your son-in-law's fault.
Well, you could learn something from him.
Learn what? To be manipulative?
No. To control yourself.
Mom, I just want them to respect us.
Right.
Us or you?
What?
Honey, people respect those who work things out.
People respect those who impose their will.
They'll meet you in the lobby.
Good enough.
I've alerted all units.
Don't shoot, don't shoot!
-What's happening? -Two hostages escaped.
And what are you doing?
Move!
Stay calm.
Please.
Let's all stay calm. We need to talk.
No more negotiating!
If the Zionist organization doesn't answer,
if they don't liberate our 55 PLF brothers
in the next half hour,
we'll start executing hostages!
This is our final warning!
You want us to pay you in compensation?
This isn't compensation.
Sara, your father went crazy.
He beat Mr. Mawad.
He injured him.
Nothing could compensate for assaulting Mr. Mawad.
This is a purchase.
What are we buying?
You'd be buying Mr. Mawad's forgiveness
and his legitimate right
to retaliate.
And what about my sister?
I'm very sorry, but Mr. Mawad had nothing to do with that.
And how much would this purchase be?
TELEPHONE
Hey, so?
I'm on it.
The CESID isn't going to leave us alone.
Khalid isn't going to kill anyone.
Of course not.
Let's go.
Unfortunately, your people
refuse to negotiate.
$150,000 is an impossible amount.
Impossible?
After what you've done.
$100,000 would start to sound more reasonable to me.
Negotiating with other people's money sure is fun, isn't it, brother-in-law?
Let me get this straight.
For leaving my sister naked,
afraid and crying in a vacant lot full of junkies,
you pay nothing.
But for kicking Mawad's ass, how much did you say it was?
$100,000?
That's the price of forgiveness.
Well, since we're going to buy it,
we deserve a bonus.
-Don't we? -A bonus?
What bonus?
This bonus.
-Are you fucking stupid? -Run!
Come on!
Asshole.
Get in!
Leo, there's still time.
Would you turn our family into an army? Are you going to give Hugo a rifle?
It's too late, Carmen.
No, Leo...
No, no, no...
You're going to get him killed. Please.
The rifle's for Oskar.
Also a bad idea. That'll humiliate Hugo.
-It's about time, Carmen. -Leo.
Leo, please.
The police are urging calm, but...
Here.
-We're going to Mawad's. -For the love of God!
What about me?
You stay here.
-Why? -Why?
You've fucked things up enough.
Sara.
Sara!
They're going to kill him.
No, Khalid isn't crazy.
Hold your fire!
No, no, no, it can't be.
Uncle Khalid, dear Uncle Khalid, was capable of killing.
And when you reach that point, it all goes to shit...
Plans, strategies, even common sense.
Aren't you guys hot?
It's really hot, isn't it?
I need water. I'm going to drink some water.
Sweating like this isn't good.
I'm going to take a shower, honey.
Leo!
Dad!
-Leo! -Dad!
-Help me! -Dad!
When common sense runs out,
only chaos is left.
And when chaos comes,
everything that can go wrong goes worse.
Cut it out, Hugo.
It wasn't a heart attack, guys.
They think he collapsed from the stress of the last few days.
Can we go in to see him?
No. As long as he's here
and until he wakes up, I'll be the only one who sees him.
I want to let him rest.
He needs peace and quiet.
What should we do in the meantime?
Talk amongst yourselves
and fix the problems you've caused.
You mean Mawad?
Mawad won't take any deals.
Then figure something out.
And if he asks for a million instead of $150,000, that's your problem.
It'll be your money someday anyway.
Dad said there's no turning back.
Sara, come up with something.
Fix this, please.
-But, Mom, look... -Hugo!
You dad could die.
Do you really not understand that?
Jesus.
Mawad won't take a deal, even if we did pay him a million.
Especially with my dad in the hospital.
He knows Hugo is a fool.
You heard your mom. We have to fix this.
We're totally fucked, Oskar.
Sara.
Are you okay?
Better?
Should we find a doctor?
There's no need.
Okay, but since we're already here.
It's because I'm pregnant.
What?
I'm pregnant.
Just what we needed, right?
Do I look like I care?
I don't know if you realize how serious this matter is.
Yeah.
Do whatever it takes.
Time's running out, Carmen. It's up to you.
They say kids bring good luck, right?
In this family, they should bring a grenade launcher.
Don't worry.
Everything will work out.
Not this time, Manuel.
If Hugo hadn't lost his shit, we would've closed the deal.
Don't blame Hugo.
If he lost his shit, it's your fault.
Going to Mawad backfired on him
and now he wants to vindicate himself.
Sure. Blaming me is much better, right?
That's the problem with this family.
Everyone wants to be vindicated,
they fight, compete, screw each other over.
Why don't you leave?
With Sara.
Be independent.
Get a house. You're gonna be parents, aren't you?
You'd stay in the business from the outside.
Sara won't want to.
But you're a family now.
What I'm asking you is not a favor.
It's a gesture.
You came all this way
to ask me for a gesture?
It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you.
You've known Leo for 20 years.
He's always been there when you needed him, Monzer.
I know, Carmen.
Then do something.
Khalid's lost his mind.
He won't listen to anyone.
Tell him Leo's in critical condition.
If he doesn't believe it, he can call the hospital or me.
Khalid is in big trouble.
-Right now, I don't think... -Just tell him.
Tell him his friend Leo could die,
and freeing those hostages
could be the last thing he can do for him.
Please.
Look.
We don't have to go far.
There are some great houses in San Pedro de Alcántara.
And behind the port.
Look at the second one.
-You don't like our house. -I like it.
But it's time to focus on us.
On our family.
I think so, too.
I've come up with a plan.
You should trick Mawad.
What?
Earn his trust.
He'll never get along with a Farad.
Not with my brother or father or me.
He hates our guts.
But you don't have that baggage.
I'm your husband.
You don't have the surname, you have no history.
You're a blank slate, like my dad said.
Make Mawad see you're the future of this family.
My father's sick.
Hugo's a fool and I'm a woman.
He knows you're ambitious.
You grew up an orphan and you've come this far.
Right.
You want me to tell him that, since I'll be the boss someday,
he should forget about your dad's beating.
-Offer him a deal. -What deal?
To share markets with him.
If I say that, he'll test me.
Whatever it takes to save the family, Oskar.
Your dad will kill us if he finds out.
Remember how mad he was about Hugo and the boat.
Nobody needs to know.
This would stay between us.
Just you and me.
As a team.
Then let's go see Mawad together.
I'm Leo Farad's daughter.
In the Arab world,
it's like being part of a clan.
But you could be a traitor.
Okay.
But if we're a team, let's be independent.
Starting with our house.
Pick the one you want.
Hey...
Hi.
How are you?
-Okay. -Okay?
How long have I been here?
Four days.
What the hell have they given me?
I feel like I've been run over by a train.
You were really sick.
They gave you lots of sedatives.
-Because of the blood thing? -No.
Your leukemia is under control.
But all of this stress will trigger it if you don't take it easy.
Hey, hey, hey.
-Where are you going? -I just...
-I need to stretch. -No, you don't.
Lie still until the doctor comes.
You scared us to death.
So calm down, okay?
Calm down or they'll have to admit me, too.
What happened with Mawad?
No news.
And Khalid?
Nothing.
I dreamed it had all been fixed.
Do you know who helped me?
The CIA.
The CIA
or Gina?
They're the only ones who can control Mawad.
Hey, look at her.
Dad.
Sweetheart.
It's so good to see you.
Gorgeous.
-How are you? -Fine.
You gave us quite a scare.
-And your siblings? -Fine.
It's all going to work out.
I'm going to get some coffee.
-Okay, Mom. -Just relax.
Listen to me.
Mom said no talking about work.
I have a plan.
Oh, yeah?
Dad, don't worry.
Oskar and I are going to fix this.
Just trust me.
Come here.
Quickly!
Eyes front. Okay.
-Are you armed? -No.
Search his legs.
Cairo?
We're talking to the Egyptian government.
I didn't ask to go to Egypt.
The Israeli government refuses any agreement with the PLF.
That puts us in a delicate situation.
We don't want any more victims,
and that's why we're offering an intermediate solution.
I don't want intermediate solutions.
A plane with all guarantees.
You fly to Istanbul, the Turkish government promised
to respect any final destination you choose.
Did you think we did all this to run away?
I know why you did all this.
You want to help your friends in Israeli prison,
but you have to be realistic.
The only option is to take that plane,
escape and find another way to help them.
Or join them in prison.
A Musabil doesn't go to prison.
Do you know why?
Because he already considers himself dead.
Then that will be a victory for Israel.
Is that what you want?
It's your choice, Mr. Khalid.
I don't understand.
It's full of tourists.
Do you really want us to start throwing them off balconies?
If you do that,
the whole world will condemn you,
which is much worse for Palestine.
It's okay, Jerome, it's okay.
Let him come.
Can we talk?
So they're desperate enough to send you?
No one sent me.
Hello?
-You sound strong for a dying man. -Khalid.
Monzer told me
you made him think you're dying
to see if you can convince me.
No, my brother.
I'm really fucked. Listen to me,
I need you to release those people.
They don't want to negotiate, Leo.
They don't care if I kill them.
Don't do it, for heaven's sake.
It's not up to me, it's up to the Palestinian people
who were colonized, displaced.
No, Khalid. It is up to you.
You decided to get involved.
You chose this.
Because I made a commitment.
Khalid, you're not crazy, you're a fighter.
It's an operation, not martyrdom.
If it's gone wrong, back out.
You know, Leo?
I've been here five days and nobody's called to support me.
Only to ask for favors.
Khalid...
I'm not reproaching you, Leo.
You're in the hospital.
But with all the friends I have...
Nobody.
These are strange times.
Times of traitors and hypocrites.
And you know what, Leo?
I am neither a traitor
nor a hypocrite.
You're no fanatic, either.
Leo's in the hospital.
If he dies during this war, there will be no stopping Hugo.
-He's a brat. -Yes.
He is a brat.
But he's also like a blind man with a gun.
And he could inherit the business.
You could insist they pay one, two,
five million, whatever you want.
But that will only humiliate them.
Who do you represent in all of this?
Sara?
I'm representing myself.
And who are you?
An aerobics instructor from Madrid?
I could be your ally.
I don't need allies.
What if I cover you the next time
an Iranian leaves you hanging?
Instead of fighting over napalm,
we split the profit.
You don't have that kind of power.
But I can get it
if you help me.
Rosana López.
Gregoria Alonso.
Rubén Notario.
Joan Varellas.
It would seem an agreement has been made
to gradually release the hostages.
The Spanish families were released first,
before the kidnappers leave for the Middle East.
Details of the negotiations
will be made public in the next few hours.
In Washington, the White House has declared
its disapproval of any agreement granting immunity
to PFLP terrorists.
Look, there they are.
My baby girl.
Tanya!
-He's still weak. -My darling.
How's it going, Dad?
What's with the handshake? Give me a kiss.
Handsome.
I couldn't wait for you to get out.
Me, too, honey.
How are you, Leo?
Carmen's already told me
about your deal with Mawad.
$50,000.
Purely symbolic, so we can forget about the whole thing.
-Mawad never forgets. -Dad.
What matters is that we have no more misunderstandings.
And how will we avoid them?
I can be an intermediary, if you'll let me.
If I have to drink coffee with him,
I can do it, no problem.
He'll be our direct line to Mawad.
We've got no other choice.
As long as he does only that.
What's wrong?
Don't you trust me?
Why wouldn't he?
You're giving him his first grandchild.
-What? -That's right.
Really?
That's wonderful!
Mother-in-law.
Don't start crying, okay?
Tonight we'll eat at Don Carlos'.
To celebrate. My treat.
Hugo.