No Rest for the Wicked

Trinidad is thrown out of a bar and presses for one more round in a closed establishment. The bar manager tries to diffuse the scene with a free drink, but Trinidad's trained instincts take over; he shatters the manager's nose and a bouncer fires a pistol, fatally shooting both men. He cleans up the scene, an eyewitness escapes, and he erases the victims' papers from their wallets to bury the trail.

Chacón and Leiva take up the case, but the absence of identifiable victims stalls progress and casts doubt on the initial lead of a gangland hit. They lean on police resources to pull the witness's license-plate history, while Trinidad doubles down inside the deceased witness's apartment and car. The lack of solid identification makes the early days feel murky and uncertain.

Trinidad seizes the witness's GPS device to map shared locations and mask his own movements. Yet a surveillance camera captures his hidden maneuvers, revealing the steps he takes to stay hidden. The tension between covertness and exposure marks the night as a cat-and-mouse game.

The chase grows into a tense subway pursuit as Trinidad tries to finish the witness. He is stabbed by an accomplice summoned by the witness, shifting the balance of the hunt in a brutal turn. The city becomes a backdrop to a violent confrontation in transit.

As clues emerge, the dead's ties to Colombian drug cartels push the case toward a key informant. The investigators sense a broader network at play and begin to map out possible connections that extend beyond street-level crime. The frame broadens from a single killer to a wider criminal web.

Chacón corners Rachid through anti-terrorism contacts, tightening the net around potential suspects. Rachid explains that his former associates have shifted from drugs to Islamist militancy, but he has lost track of their exact location. The confession narrows the focus to a more dangerous operational threat.

Chacón questions Trinidad after spotting him leaving the witness's apartment complex on surveillance. Without solid evidence, she lets him go free, underscoring the fragile line between pursuit and accusation. The moment underscores the cost of imperfect intelligence.

Trinidad applies pressure on Rachid's ex-girlfriend to locate him, tightening the noose around the informer. Rachid leads them through Madrid in pursuit of the Islamist cell connected to the witness. The city becomes a corridor for the hunt.

The Islamist cell orchestrates a deadly plan, arming a Madrid shopping mall with bombs disguised as fire extinguishers. The tension builds as the countdown to potential disaster tightens the clock. The city edges closer to a catastrophe framed by everyday life.

Trinidad arrives at the cell's secret headquarters just as the devices are placed. He eliminates the terrorists, including the witness, before they can trigger the detonation. The victory is costly, as the night's violence exacts its price on him.

Trinidad pays for his triumph with a fatal stab wound, collapsing at the scene he helped to secure. Chacón and Leiva arrive after his death, bearing the weight of the consequences. The personal cost of crossing lines becomes a crushing aftertaste of the night.

The film closes on a somber note: crowds move through the mall unaware that the bombs remain active. The investigation leaves unanswered questions and a sense of unresolved danger. The state of vigilance and the cost of justice linger as the credits roll.