All language subtitles for Time for Revenge

Bengoa, I'm sorry.
But I've just been told...

of a board meeting. Come.

We can talk while
I get stuff ready.

Come, come. Come in.

- Been married long?
- 20 years.

- Got any kids?
- A daughter.

Just one? I've got four.
They're like hell!

One or two are just enough.

- How old is she? Does she work?
- She's 19. She a student.

- Is she?
- She wants to become a dentist.

Good choice. Dentists will
never be out of work.

We all have teeth, and they'll
fall off, sooner or later.

- Of course.
- Come in, Bengoa. Take a seat.

- Do you like your job, Bengoa?
- It's not bad.

- Dangerous.
- Not if you know the ropes.

Mr. Torres,

I want to know
if they're willing to have me.

They told me I was
supposed to come.

Don't rush, Bengoa.
Take it easy.

Your references are very good.
However, I need to make a report.

Don't get nervous, now.
Everyone gets nervous...

because I have the last say...

as with the Romans, thumbs
up, thumbs down, you know.

- So, you like your job?
- I do.

Yes. You told me so. Do you
mind leaving Buenos Aires?

- No.
- What about your wife?

She doesn't like cities,
she loves the countryside.

Good enough.
Fresh air and all that.

People are nice,
not noisy.

Now, there'll be noise
if I'm around.

What? Oh!
You mean the eXplosions.

- Why did you choose this line?
- Wanted to get on in life.

- Working with dynamite is not the
usual. - The pay is good, though.

You haven't worked in a quarry
for 6... 5 years.

Hope you haven't forgotten
how to go about it.

- When did you quit?
- I didn't.

I got a few offers, but...

the pay was not good enough.

So you're ambitious. You can
make a career with Tulsaco.

I'm too old for a career.

Don't say that, Bengoa,

it's a mistake.

Know what this is?

- Looks like... granite.
- It's copper.

Porfidic copper. A bit more
eXpensive than granite.

Over the neXt 50 years
Tulsaco will give this country...

all the copper it needs.

And who should they thank?

One man, just one man.

A man with an ambitious
outlook on life.

A clever man. Don Guido
started as a handyman,

and see where his vision got him.

Know how many companies
he's managing now?

All by himself! Forty two
leading companies!

Ventura Group is strong,
prestigious, it's got influence.

And it's thanks
to one man's thrust.

Now, look at him. He's just
a regular guy. Humble, kind.

He's admirable.

Now, the report says
you're not a Union man.

- No political activities.
- None.

I don't like to waste my time.

It is... it used to be hard not to
join the Union in your line of work.

Politics is for politicians.

All I want is a good paycheck.

Nobody pays higher salaries.

So, Tulsaco pays,
and I work...

I have no other business than that.

I'm glad. Glad to hear that.

When can you travel?

In two days? Day after tomorrow?
Is that OK with you?

Yes. But I'll have to make a
down payment for the rented place.

Don't you worry about that.
We'll take care of eXpenses.

- Is that all right?
- It's fine with me.

Congratulations, Mr. Bengoa,

and welcome to Tulsaco.

- How's the old man?
- Don't know. Not on speaking terms.

We lost a game of bowls
because of him.

Because he's too much of a
block head.

No patience at all, always wants
to strike. Now he says...

it's my fault. Says I'm a blockhead.

- So he's all right.
- Ant�n! There's someone here...

- Who is this?
- Old blockheads' retirement home.

Your father!

Now why can't you speak honestly,
you Fascist, you scumbag!

This won't end well.
What are you doing here?

Stop working.
Let's dine out.

I don't celebrate Christmas.

- This is not Christmas.
- I'll come, then.

Can't see what for. I can't drink,
I can't eat.

What's the occasion?

Got a job.

- Is this cognac?
- Bautista's.

What will you sell now? Combs?
Books? Bars of soap?

Back to what I do. A copper
quarry. Tulsaco.

Going south day after tomorrow.
Good salary, nice home.

- Are they American?
- All sorts of people.

Italian, Swiss, I don't care.

- Going by yourself?
- With Amanda.

Lea's staying with a friend.

- Do they know who you are?
- No.

- How did you manage?
- Through a consultant's office.

They give you every paper you need,
bit eXpensive, though, but...

- Forged papers.
- Companies that have gone broke...

independent work, you know.

- They erase your past.
- Just change it a bit, that's all.

Tulsaco believe I'm a saint.

No Union activity, no strikes,
nothing at all.

Politics is for politicians, and the
worst thing is I meant it.

Come, take a look. Can you
see yourself in the mirror?

Stop that, Dad! I need to pay my bills.
Would you rather have me starve?

I did run risks, you know that.

Right on the front lines, and I was
betrayed. What did I get for that?

Give me the towel.

People change, Dad.

I'm no longer the man
I used to be.

One day they'll say something you
don't like, and you'll talk...

and that day, you'll lose your job.

- And you'll be worse off than now.
- Or just about the same.

Worse! No money, and no pride!

Maybe I don't think like I used to
back then, and I won't talk.

Don't wait for me,
I'm not going anywhere.

Come on, Dad!

It's a good thing Mom's dead.

She wouldn't have like to learn
her son was a sissy!

- Did they tell you they'd pick you up?
- Sure they did.

What if it was just a joke?

What if Tulsaco doesn't eXist?
What if it is a lie?

- Some people enjoy practical jokes.
- Shut up, Amanda!

- Bengoa?
- Yes.

Welcome to Tulsaco, and I apologize
for the delay, the train was early.

- Engineer Basile, how do you do?
- My train wasn't early.

- Come on, Golo.
- It was an hour late.

Your luggage. Come.
Well, that's why,

it will usually be 5 or 6 hours late.

- Rosales.
- Amanda.

- Pleased to meet you.
- I'll take that. It's heavy.

No, Bengoa, it's Golo's job.

It's OK. I'll carry it.

- So, what about Buenos Aires?
- It's all right.

- Hot, was it?
- Yes.

Is the obelisk still there?

Slow down, Golo, I haven't been
there for quite a while.

Over a year now.

Get to miss people and places in
the beginning, but you get used.

People here are really nice.

We're all like a big family here.

Slow down, Golo. He loves to step
on the gas pedal, but he's good.

Slow down, Golo!

The houses you see here are not
a big deal... Golo, slow down!

But Tulsaco is planning things
for their staff, and trying to...

Golo, slow down!

I'm sorry, madam.

Golo, the luggage. Come one.

Fine. Thanks so much.

Golo will show you to your room.

Thank you. I apologize once
again, madam.

- It's all right, sir.
- Thanks.

- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

- Welcome!
- Thanks!

It would take anyone about
three years to get to this,

but I'm planning to do it
in just one year.

With your help, Bengoa, of course.

We'll be losing money until
we get to the main layer.

Lots of stone,

almost no copper till then.

- What's the term of my contract?
- Two years.

You may think I'm looking too far
ahead with this, but...

first impressions mean a lot to me.

And I'm never wrong.
Almost never.

For instance, when
I first met Basile, I said,

This guy's no good,

and I was right.

Bengoa, you've got what
it takes to be a leader,

stay that way.

The company likes
valuable people.

This is the largest bunch of bums
ever in Tulsaco.

Pedro Bengoa, Tadeo...
Well, The Pole,

Groniosky, the Pole,
it's easier.

- Vi�a.
- Welcome to hell.

Lacaba.

- Bonifacio, Coco.
- Bengoa.

- How was your trip, boss?
- Fine.

I'm Bruno di Toro,
at your service.

OK. Good luck, Bengoa.

Be tough on them, you know.

Otherwise they'll make a mess.

We need a tough boss.
Slow down, Golo.

Slowly! Hey!

Is it all right here, Don Pedro?

- Almost gives me a heart attack.
- Me too!

When I saw you come in
I thought of so many things.

- Could've sent word of this.
- Thought of doing so.

But then... what if
I screwed up?

- Applied the legal way?
- Not at all.

Same here.

It's a good thing you acted natural.
What if you hadn't?

Long time... isn't it?

Yeah.

Such a long time.

- You look older, man!
- What about yourself?

No more strings on you.

- Is Amanda here with you?
- Yes.

- Not a good idea.
- Leaving her behind was worse.

And what about Carmen,
is she still hanging around?

She's dead.

Asthma.

Remember she was
an asthmatic?

Well, it became worse
and affected her heart.

So they said. I wasn't there
when it happened.

When was that?

Two years ago in November.

Just died out on me.

Remember I used to
say she would?

And she did...

just walked out on me.

Hey, stop that!

They'll think we're gay.

How long have you been here?

- About a year.
- Breaking your own record.

- Never hit anyone?
- No! Need to behave.

No. I'm a little angel. I don't
complain. Want to keep my job.

That's fine. Need to pay the bills,
and there aren't too many jobs.

Oh, oh, oh! You've been
brainwashed, man!

- So have you, Bruno.
- No.

No. I just play long.

Just put up with what
suits me well.

I need time, Pedro.
If they give me the sack, I'm dead.

So that's why I say take care of
yourself. Too many big mouths.

Don't talk. Don't complain.
Just put up with everything, Pedro.

- Heed my words.
- All right.

You came just in time.
This is hell.

It's hell, you know. In a month's
time you'll want to leave.

Now, stay put. Just stay put.

I know how to get out of this place.

I've only just arrived and you want
me to leave. I'm in ground zero.

- Need to make some money.
- Doing honest work?

What? Would you rather
have me steal the money?

Well, if they don't catch you...

Dust is good because these
cakes look like clams.

If you wash them,
there's no sand then.

Even if you don't wash them well,
they're much better than this.

- Brought coffee?
- Must be cold by now.

- No wine?
- Not allowed.

Come on, open the coffee can.
Is it white or red?

Red. Chilled.

Seafood tastes better
with red wine.

Give it to me.

- How long have you been here?
- Three months.

Been any accidents?

- Just the usual.
- Every day.

Never heard again about Dominici.

- Had to amputate the leg.
- Died in hospital.

- What happened?
- Shelter.

Shelter don't go much
by the rules.

Just a place to sip mate.

The only safe shelter
is the helmet.

I'm telling them...

one of these days we'll
all blow off.

Things happen when they
need to happen.

If you cook, you'll get
burned sooner or later.

- They talked with Basile of this.
- I want to keep on working.

Golo's more dangerous behind
the wheel, and they let him drive.

So many places... why did
you have to come to this one?

- What can I do?
- I know how it is,

and Di Toro's crazy, doesn't care,
won't give a shit. The hot-head.

- Always in a mess.
- Things were different, Amanda.

I know him. He'll start on you.

Let go, Pedro. You're not
supposed to know him.

How could I? He's my friend.

Suit yourself. All I say is
we came here...

...to find peace.
- Stop that, please!

- How are you, Amanda?
- Hi.

- How's it going?
- OK.

Come in. Take that off.

- Pedro told me about your wife.
- Did he?

I'm so sorry, Bruno.

Thanks, Amanda.

- Take a seat. I'll go get Pedro.
- How's the girl, Lea?

- She's OK. Got a boyfriend.
- Is she getting married?

- Not yet.
- Well, all right...

- You're changing, Bruno.
- Am I?

You're quiet, more settled.

I'm older, Amanda.

Shot at the three bands?

- Pedro.
- Yeah?

- Everything's ready.
- What do you mean?

All we need to know if you're in.

In? Where?

What we talked about before,
you silly goose.

- You never told me anything.
- I told you.

I told you I knew how
to get out of here.

Listen, when are we blowing
up the front, on our own?

- In 3 days' time.
- Great.

Great! What's great?

Three hundred thousand dollars.

Like that?

What are you talking about?

An accident.

Bruno Di Toro's going to have
an accident, planned by you.

Are you nuts? Drunk?

It's all right there, on a silver
platter, can't you see?

The dynamite, the shelter,
it's all illegal.

They can't blame it on you.

What do I need to do?

Just place the eXplosive somewhere
else, I'll tell you where.

Oh, I see. And then, what?

Nothing. Get me to the hospital.

- If I can find you.
- That's right.

That's why I need you.

Listen, Bruno. I like you, and I've
always been honest with you.

- Yeah, I know.
- I'm fed up as well...

but we need to go on, things will
change, I don't know.

Now, if you want to get killed,
don't come ask me for help.

Listen here... you didn't get it right.

Yes, listen, you won't get that
money, not even dead...

I'm not planning on dying.

What then? Lose a leg, a foot,
an arm? Who are you?

The god of dynamite! How can you
know it won't blow your head off?

I know it won't. I know that!

Tell me some other day.

- Listen, Pedro. Listen.
- Hi.

- Seems you did well.
- How are you old man?

They were tired, that's all.

Need to go on Sundays.
I always say that. They won't listen.

Think whatever you want.
Broke the record today. Seven!

- Seven?
- 7 minutes. Never took that long.

Fastest gun in the west.

- What do I care?
- Come on, Bruno.

- Oh, my turn.
- You can't play.

I'll give you a lending hand.

Bengoa.

Stop this!

Pole! Stop! Stop everything!

- What's up?
- They want bigger loads.

Stop. Wait until I come back.

- If I do come back!
- Take it easy, Pedro.

Basile?

What's up, Bengoa?

- Did you send this?
- What is it?

- Oh, yes, yes.
- You're out of your mind.

- Orders from above.
- They want to end up...

- Blowing the town?
- No. It's no big deal, come on.

Basile!

Basile, you're an engineer,
you more than I do,

if we use that, nobody knows
what might happen.

- The effect, we can't tell what...
- I can't help it.

- Do you agree, then?
- Need to save time.

- Killing people!
- Take it easy, Bengoa.

Just be careful. It'll be OK.

I'll talk to Rossi.

Bengoa, wait.

Why talk to Rossi. I know what
he's going to say.

Just do it. That's all.

If you won't, then someone
else will be willing to do it.

Besides, Rossi likes you.
So do I.

You know how to work. You've
got a future here. Don't spoil that.

What if my crew refuses?

A strike?

It's 3 days until payday.

The Indians did worse.

This was Mapuche land,
until the white men came.

Some said they would fight,
and some said it was no good.

- Who won?
- They all lost.

Those who fought back, they're dead.
The others are in a reserve.

They make wicker baskets.

- What about you?
- I'm not an Indian.

I'm Golo.

Go up. We'll go on.

We'll go on! Are you deaf?

Bengoa, I didn't know...

Pedro! Pedro!

Stop it, Pedro! Stop that!

Bengoa. Come, come.

Come, come.
We'll take you.

I'm so sorry. But these
things happen, you know.

Don't feel responsible for this.

There was nothing you could do.

Basile told me he'd warned you.

He was right.

What do you mean, Rossi?
You don't want to comfort me.

See, I'm a romantic,
though no one believes it.

First, I don't want you two
to bear a grudge.

Basile's obeying orders.
You get that?

Second, I want you to do
me a favor. Personal favor.

The cops will come,
ask questions,

it's routine, whenever there's
an accident they ask questions.

And you want me to shut up.

Some things are better left alone.
Unsaid.

I admit the loads were too big,

but it's not for me to choose.

I do what I have to do.

Let's say I don't talk, Rossi,

...I'm not the only one.
- No. It's already arranged.

Everyone's got a price.

Or don't they?

Wait, Bengoa. Something else.
There's a bonus for you.

You worked hard this month.

No!

Come, come.

My head's bursting.
Do you know why?

What?
Are you being tragical now?

That's the last straw,
a scandal from you...

because I'm late.

The old man's dead!

And Basile's waiting for you!

I won't go! I won't.

Don't want to see him like that.

Bautista.

What happened?

Stopped taking his
medicines, 2 months ago.

I asked the pharmacist.
Said they were eXpensive...

he'd rather spend the money
on drink, cognac.

He could have asked you,
or my daughter.

That was Ant�n. You were
the only one he'd talk to.

You shouldn't have left him.

- What was I supposed to do?
- I don't know.

Bautista, put these things away,
I'll come for them, as soon as I can.

...or I'll send someone.
- No hurry.

I'll leave everything just like it is.

We've got chicken, salad and flan.
Homemade flan.

- Homemade, hear that?
- Wine?

Uh... I forgot about the wine.

- Never mind.
- There should be some.

See if you find a bottle. I can
go down and see.

- Is that mine?
- Yes.

- Nice place, uh?
- Not too big, but...

What time are you coming out, Dad?

Need to be at the station at 12.

- There's white, but it's not chilled.
- Get some ice.

Where shall I sleep?

In the bedroom. I'll sleep here.

- That friend of yours...
- Silvia.

- Yeah. Is she coming?
- I don't know.

Sometimes she does, or she doesn't.

- Does she live here?
- Yes.

Stop it, Lea. Save your breath.

- What is it?
- There's no friend.

- I'm the friend.
- There was, Dad, but then...

- Jorge and I?
- Know what you are?

- Know how old she is?
- Nineteen.

Don't be a wiseass, you asshole.
You're a fucking liar.

- Dad! Please!
- You son of a bitch!

- Pedro!
- Let go of me.

- Calm down.
- OK. Let me be.

Why this fuss? Because
we're not married?

- She's just a girl!
- She's my woman, Pedro!

I love her, respect her!
We live together!

We don't need your permission.

Where are you going?

For a walk.

Jorge, I'm sorry about what
I said. I don't... I...

I know.

- Bruno.
- What?

Still thinking about the 300,000?

Can you blow this up?

If you get the eXplosives,
it's 100 meters more.

Who will be able to tell?
Just one more accident.

- OK. Show me the grave.
- Let's go.

- So? Isn't this perfect?
- A niche.

What can happen to me here?
Not too big. But it's safe.

Depending on...

Don't you stick your head out.

And you need to remember
where it is.

Get me out right away.
I'll choke to death if you don't.

Fine. I run out, shout,
act up a bit, and they take you out.

What then?

Did I talk?

Did I say anything?

I'm mute, Pedro!

Nobody can make me talk
if I don't want to.

And when they get me out, Pedro,

I'll be mute, dumb mute.

They won't be able to check on it.
I've already found out.

You know some people's hair
goes white, all of a sudden.

- No.
- Oh! Oh!

It's the fright. Well, I'll be so
shocked I'll be dumb mute.

How long can you bear it?

Not too long.

Enough?

Who is it?

Larsen, a lawyer from Buenos Aires.

Now, Pedro, this is important.
As soon as they get me out...

you send him a telegram.
He knows already.

- Can we trust him?
- He likes money.

Yeah, but, I mean, is he good?

He's so sly!

- What if the court rules against you?
- We won't go to court.

This guy used to work for
Tulsaco, and he knows...

lots of stuff, illegal stuff, get it?

They'll pay, not to go
to court.

Then, I...

just play mute,

for a couple of weeks, that's all.

And then, that's it.

To Polynesia.

- Fine, you go, and what do I do?
- You quit, idiot.

Once the guys pay, you'll quit.

What do you say?

Round. Why didn't you tell
me earlier about it?

Would you have listened then?
We were outside already, man.

What's the deal?

Haven't settled that with Larsen,
I guess it'll be 20%.

- We'll split the rest, 50-50.
- No. You're nuts.

- Why?
- It's not fair, man.

I won't be doing anything. You're the
one in the niche. You're the mute...

one, you can't split it 50-50 with me.

You're my friend, Pedrito,

I know you're the only one
I can trust.

And that's priceless.

Anyway...

I can do with just a little. I'm
not going to Polynesia.

Just enough for a small house
in Buenos Aires. That's all.

And what will you live on?
No. It's half and half.

Not just a small house, man,
a big one, a nice house.

A house, money in the bank,
a nice Ford Falcon.

- Why not a Mercedes? A chauffeur?
- Yeah, black one, with a hat!

Japanese, that's more elegant.

Hey...

- not a word to Amanda.
- Not a word.

You know women... they're...

always making trouble.

Ok.

- Feel all right?
- Won't it be too much?

- Just enough. Let's go eat.
- Wait. Want to see the place.

It's still there. Hasn't moved.

Pole, let's go have a bite. Over.

Fine, I'll send Golo over,
with the Jeep. Over.

- Come, Bruno.
- No, wait a minute.

Come on, Golo's coming. Come!

Wait! It's me who's going to
get in there, not you!

Well, let's go.

We'll go the usual way, Pole,

Bonifacio to the north, you in the
center, Di Toro and I at the back.

- Be careful. The load is big.
- As usual.

More!

Di Toro, you've had enough.

- Bruno, you're not eating.
- I'm not hungry.

Keep it for later.

Ready. Over.

Ready, on your count. Over.

Ready. Over.

- We're still inside. Over.
- Fine.

Oh! Oh! No!

Pedro! Pedro! Wait!
No! Wait!

Pedro! Pedro!

I can't, Pedro!
Pedro! Wait!

Stop!

Stop!

I freaked out! No, Pedro!
We're leaving!

Let's get out of here!

Out!

What shall we do, boss?
Shall we go on? Over.

- No! Tell him to stop!
- Now!

Where is he? My God!
Where is he? Where?

I don't know, madam.
We're looking for him.

Is he alive? Is he hurt?
Tell me!

Please, calm down.
He was in the shelter.

It takes time!

Here!

Here! Here! Here!

Here, help!

- I'm coming with you.
- Try not to move, Bengoa.

Come on, quickly!

Watch the leg.
Lift that side.

The leg... be careful!

Pedro. Pedro.

Are you all right?

Are you hurt, Bengoa?

You're lucky. No injuries.
It's OK. Take it easy.

Get up.

Take this. It'll make
you sleep.

You'll feel brand new tomorrow.
Just some pain, that's all.

Ask him. Ask him.

Don't worry. He'll be fine
in a couple of days.

It's a miracle.

- Will he be able to work tomorrow?
- I don't know.

- Can I see him?
- But...

- Now... don't you know?
- Wait, madam.

- He can't speak.
- What do you mean?

He understands us, but he
can't speak. He's mute.

What happened?

Try to bury yourself alive for
a while, then come tell me...

Fear can cause
heart attacks, Rossi.

A man's mind has a limit.
It may break down at times.

- I want to see him!
- Go on, madam.

How long will he be this way?

An hour, two days,
months, 10 years.

I can't tell.

- Who can tell?
- Nobody, Rossi.

If he's still the same tomorrow,
or the day after,

I'd say you should take him
to Buenos Aires.

See a psychiatrist.
Get treated for it.

Basile, call Buenos Aires,
tell them what happened.

Talk to Torres
and have him take care of stuff...

hotel, doctors, whatever.

We'll pay for everything. OK?

- OK.
- Oh, Basile.

I don't want any trouble. I want
a dynamiter tomorrow,

tonight, if possible.

- Don't take no for an answer.
- Fine.

You're OK. You'll be fine
by tomorrow. You'll see.

You'll be able to talk.

And if you can't talk, then it doesn't
matter. For what it's worth...

Telegram, to Larsen.
What shall I write?

How did they bring you out?

How did they find you?

Golo. Golo found you.

They were looking for you in the
wrong place, 200 meters away.

But he found you.

Must've sensed you.

Thank God he found you.

Train to Plaza Constituci�n,
platform 4

stopping for 20 minutes.

- Ask here, they're the only ones
who got on at Tulsaco. - Thanks.

Larsen!

- Where's Di Toro?
- Di Toro's dead.

I sent the telegram.

- Who are you?
- Di Toro's friends?

This is my husband, Pedro Bengoa.

Did Di Toro give you my name?

- What's the matter? Can't he speak?
- He can't. There was an accident.

- They were together?
- Yes. The tunnel caved in.

Pedro saved his life. It was a
miracle. Di Toro, he was trapped...

Bengoa, I need to talk to you.
In private.

- I'll go out.
- No, no, no. Stay, please.

- We'd better go outside.
- What's the matter?

Your husband needs a lawyer.

Now, Bengoa. Talk to me.
Hurry up. There's no time.

What's the matter? Are you deaf?

It's safe in here. Nobody's listening.

Fine. You can't trust anyone.

Might be false.

Tell me about the accident.

Was it just the two of you?
Was there anyone else?

Stop this game, Bengoa.

I'll be your voice, from now on.

If you can't trust me, then go
find yourself another lawyer.

Fine. What did the Tulsaco people
say? Do they suspect?

Tell me what happened, Bengoa!
What happened?

I'm not playing games!

I'll break your arm, hear?

Want me to break your arm?

Easy, easy.

I want to know my partners
in this game, you know.

Did I hurt you?

This is nothing, compared with what
is coming for you, Bengoa.

And when they realize,
about what we're after...

they'll come after you: Doctors,
lawyers, detectives...

If you open your mouth to early,
both of us will go down, you know.

Got that?

Give me your address in BA.

Don't you have a home?

Ok. Tell your wife to call me
as soon as you get there.

They told you they'll pay for
everything? Did they?

They've bitten the bait.

Now, listen. Nobody has
to learn I'm in this with you.

Tulsaco must believe it's just you.

That you'll accept their offer...

until there's a medical report,
until they say you're mute...

I don't eXist.
And don't sign anything.

Got it?

Now, as to my fees, Bengoa.

I'll keep 30% of whatever you get.

Bribes, eXpenses, that's apart.
Do you agree?

We can ask for 400,000.
Then go down to 300,000.

Three hundred thousand dollars.

Two hundred for you,
one hundred for me.

Ninety, plus eXpenses,
say one hundred.

I take cabs all the time, Bengoa.
I don't drive.

Tulsaco will never let their
people down, Bengoa.

You're still working for us.

You don't have to worry about
a thing. The people at the hotel...

already know this, you just sing
the bills, for whatever you need...

and I'll pay.

Just keep the tickets for all
eXpenses, and then I'll process them.

Cheer up, Bengoa!

Rest, take a walk!

In a couple of days you'll be
with us again.

Good bye, madam.

Thank you.

I'll come pick him up tomorrow,
take him to the hospital.

I'll phone you later, to say
at what time I'll be coming.

Cheer up.

Bye, Bengoa. Won't you
say bye?

Let's see?

Bye.

Bye.

See you tomorrow.

I say you're nuts.

No. You call him.

You idiot!

How long will this go on?
What's this?

This "temporary muteness,
for a non-determined period"?

Can't they tell?
Is this temporary? Permanent?

- There's no injury.
- But he can't speak a word.

He can't. But there's no injury.

It's not just because you have a
mouth that you speak, Garc�a Brown,

it's an evolution fact.

Your brain rules over
a number of functions...

- breathing, your lungs...
- I see, doc, I see.

With a treatment. How long?

We can't tell. Problem is Bengoa
is no longer Bengoa.

Who is he?

- He is not.
- Doc, yes or no?

- Just tell me. Yes or no?
Can he heal? - I don't know.

- Could he be faking this?
- Well, the difference...

between pathology and pseudo-
pathology lies in...

I don't know. I don't think so.

What good are these tests?
All these papers?

They're collateral. There's no test,
no medical test that can prove...

if his muteness is for real,
or if he's faking.

None. So the reports will give you...

...opinions, hypotheses.
- Thanks, doc.

Tell Bengoa
I'll come right away.

Thanks.

- Got a lawyer?
- No.

- Is he stupid?
- He trusts Tulsaco.

Will he take whatever the law rules?

- How much?
- I'm thinking about it.

Muteness is not an option.

- Any precedent cases?
- None.

Not just in Tulsaco.
There's none. Not anywhere.

He's the first guy to end up mute
after an accident at work.

No injuries, obviously.

What would you offer?

Law states an amount for
deafness, that's the closest.

42% of the salary.

- Fine, let's see.
- No, no, no.

Let him wait.
Have some coffee, Torres.

You deserve to be promoted.

- Why?
- For hiring dumb asses.

- I'm not an illiterate nobody, Garc�a.
- Garc�a Brown.

- This is an insult.
- Your client agreed.

Come on, Garc�a, you know
perfectly well that a court of law...

would rule against Tulsaco.

Nobody would take this
compensation payment.

- Clause 1113, Civil Code.
- Right, Garc�a.

- Garc�a Brown.
- What's that?

Common action lawsuit. No limit
for compensation payment.

And moral damage, too. Remember.

- How much would that be?
- It's up to the judge.

Fine, Larsen. Take us to court.

I won't.

- I don't get it.
- I don't want to go to court, Garc�a.

Because you don't want to.

You're misinformed, counselor,

we'll go to court. And my name
is Garc�a Brown.

Garc�a, you're young, with a
promising future in the company,

don't let it go to waste. If you make
me go to court,

you'll end up in the street.

Speak up, Larsen.
What do you want?

I want an interview with
Ventura. In private.

Don Diego is a busy man.

Tulsaco is one of the 40
companies he manages.

By himself. 41. And he always
tells me he can't waste 10 minutes...

in anything worth less than half
a million dollars. So imagine...

...I couldn't...
- Just tell him that, Torres.

Tell him I want to talk about
half a million dollars.

I don't guess Ventura will
take more than a couple of days...

to give us a reply, now they'll start
to put pressure on us. Taxi!

Don't go out of the hotel, Bengoa.
It's safer that way.

Carlos Pellegrini and Arenales.

This is for when you're in London.

Porte�as are these keys.
Just need to know how to use them.

See? The words up here,
they're already done for you.

You don't use the keyboard.
It's just like typing.

Well, if it's too complicated,
then don't you worry,

you won't use it too long.

Want to have lunch?

The bar, please?

Thanks.

Please send up four
hot sandwiches...

and a bottle of mineral water.

Perfect. Subtle. Brilliant.

The best lawsuit I've prepared
in my whole career history.

A lawsuit like this one,
it's make any lawyer...

burst with pride.

I'm a mercenary!

I'll miss you, Bengoa,

you're such a good listener.

- Name, please?
- Larsen. Got an appointment.

Getting in is so easy. Let's see
if coming out is easy, then.

You must be Mr. Larsen.

Larsen.

- Can I offer you a drink?
- Whiskey.

- I'll pour it.
- Thanks, Luis. Tequila.

It's not snobbish, Larsen,
cane rum's the best liquor.

Tequila, Vodka.
Anglo-Saxons and their colonies...

adore whiskey, and gin, though.

- Not bad.
- Not faithful.

You wanted to talk
about money, Larsen.

I'm listening.

Read this, Ventura.

I guess we need to talk in private.

Garc�a Brown is my right hand man,
there's no problem, Larsen.

You read it, Luis. Why don't you
just give me a verbal idea of this?

I work in my garden on Sundays,

don't like to waste my time
in negotiations with two rats.

I guess you're aware of the
methods used by Tulsaco.

- Absolutely.
- And you know that in 1 year...

...there have been four dead men?
- It's a hazardous job.

The more so when you don't
meet safety standards.

No shelters. The loads are bigger,
just to save time.

That's criminal, Don Guido.

You've got no evidence.

Bengoa's my evidence.

And the witnesses will
confirm all I say.

Witnesses can end up mute,
just like Bengoa.

- You're right.
- Will that be all?

Garc�a, you know
there's something else.

You had such vision, Ventura,

you bought the only copper mine
in this country, when nobody...

wanted it, because the mineral
was not worth the investment.

Now, someone was wrong, and
new research work shows that...

it's worth it. Tulsaco can supply
copper to the country.

That opened your doors to
leverage, banks...

who would refuse to give
you a loan?

The story's interesting enough,
though it's not too original.

Ventura, the only original thing,
here's the copper.

There's no copper.
You bought the geologists...

The money from the loans,
you never used it for the quarry.

You know perfectly well
there's no truth...

...in your accusation.
- It's not an accusation,

...just a series of coincidences.
- That's right.

The judge may feel curious.
They'll call you in,

and you'll have to answer questions.

You'll never know if you've
tied up all loose ends,

or if someone's going to talk.

The Bengoa case will
start a chain reaction...

they'll send in inspectors and...

- You know how it works.
- How much, Larsen?

Make it reasonable. Don't think
I want to avoid the lawsuit,

for of us all here, the only one
who'd end up in jail...

would be Bengoa.

Your lawyer didn't tell you?

You need to play fair, Larsen.

One word, Bengoa, just one word
from you, and you go to jail.

If they find out you faked it,
there'll be no doubt...

the accident was planned.

And unfortunately for you,
Di Toro died.

Your lawyer knows what that means.

- Homicide.
- If you're lucky enough, 5 years.

Now don't be scared, Bengoa,
we'll come to an agreement.

Larsen?

- Three hundred thousand dollars.
- Makes no sense.

I'd rather go to court.

- You'd get no more than...
- Fifty, maybe a hundred...

I'd rather say two hundred...

...grand, it's more reasonable.
- Cash, 48 hours.

Perfect.
Just take care of everything, Luis.

And have them leave this
house as soon as possible.

No, thanks.

No, thanks.

Don't you agree, Bengoa?

You can speak now, no need
for the game.

How much do you want?

Will it be 300,000, then?

No, thanks.

When did your price go up, Bengoa?

Rossi bought you for less,
and you didn't complain then.

Or did they tell me the wrong thing?

Come on, Don Guido, three hundred
grand is nothing to you.

- Ventura Group is an empire.
- And I'm the almighty magnate.

- Well, just about.
- Magnates don't eXist, Larsen.

I'm a manager. Just a very
skilled manager of capital.

I can make decisions, but
I'm accountable for stuff.

Don't, don't go on, Ventura,
I'm too sensitive.

So, let's settle on 300,000,
Bengoa?

They say you won't waste 10
minutes on less than half a million.

How many days do you need
to get the cash, Luis?

- Three, four days.
- Let's say five.

- Do you agree, Larsen?
- Ok.

Larsen, you'd better talk
to your client.

What's up, Bengoa?
Can't you get it?

Don't you understand?
It's 500,000 dollars!

He'll sue you. Wants to go
to court, Guido.

Think about it, Bengoa,
you have no options.

Bengoa, we have time.
We can go back.

Don Guido wanted the agreement.

Bengoa, it's half a million greens.

Ever seen so much money before?

So, then?

Half a million!

Listen to me!

Listen, you asshole!
Know what you're doing?

They'll come after you.
They'll drive you nuts!

They'll force you to speak.

They'll press charges on you,
for homicide, and you'll go to jail.

Want to go to jail? Huh?

You can't stay mute forever!
They'll make you speak!

Even if you run away to Singapore!

They'll go after you,
and make you speak!

Listen!

We had a deal!

We're in this for the money!
Are we? Or are we not?

Yes! I said yes! So, what's
up with up? The social side?

I don't like those motherfuckers.
No, just like you don't!

The best way to screw them
is by taking the money, Bengoa.

That's it. We get the money,
Bengoa! What do you say?

Hey! Bengoa! Stop!
Stop it!

So, is it a deal?

There, Bengoa! There!
Go kill yourself, alone!

Find yourself another lawyer.
You'll need one.

Some asshole, who
loves lost causes.

And a bodyguard as well.
Make it two bodyguards.

Maybe if you're lucky enough,
they'll shoot you from behind.

Bye, Bengoa!

Pedro, I can't go on.

I feel so bad!

I look at you, and I'm scared.

It doesn't make sense.
Nothing makes sense.

So, how long? You told me a month.
And now, what?

How long are we going
to go on like this?

Yeah. But the lawsuit can
take months. What then?

Don't go on, Pedro. Please.
Let's get out of here.

Let's go anywhere.
Where people don't know us.

If you don't show up in court,
they can't do anything to you.

We can work.
Any kind of work we can do.

I love you, Pedro.

I don't want to lose you.

- Who is it?
- Larsen.

Just a minute.

I want my money, for eXpenses.

- I knew it.
- I can get it.

Where? His daughter has no
money, either.

Got anything you can sell?

I want my fees!

The only way you can get
money to pay me...

is by winning at court.

Got yourself a lawyer, Bengoa?

Fine, don't look for one.

Whatever we get, we'll
share, 50-50.

Half and half, ok?

Ok.

Now stop fucking around with
that ridiculous machine.

Make the judge cry,
that's ridiculous.

And there's one more thing,

don't go out of your room.
Don't let anyone in.

From now on, you do as I say,
do you understand?

- Why?
- Why what?

Why here?

Some mercenaries have a weakness
for lost causes.

It's nonsense.

I tell you, nonsense.

Just look at the drawing and
repeat it in front of the mirror.

Learn fast, Bengoa. Fast.

When we go to court,
there'll be an interpreter,

so forget about the board.

And one more thing, when you
answer, make it short.

Like a telegram. No lengthy...

stories. People get bored.

Ok, come on. Start, come on.
No, no. Yes, no, no.

Nod, anyone will understand that.

Let's see, find eXplosives. No.
Not any good. EXplosives...

Remember I can't press charges,

so when they ask you, try to
filter that information in.

About there not being any
copper in the quarry.

Say you talked to a geologist.
I don't know, give a name...

say they gave you
accurate information...

about there not being enough
copper, not even for a cooking pot.

Is that clear enough?
That's very important.

They'll ask about the
big eXplosions.

That's the best, Pedro.
For some time.

You don't need me.
All the opposite...

I'll stay with Lea,
until this is over.

I need to work, do something.

You left me, Pedro.

They left this at the desk.

... word, Bengoa, just one word
from you, and you go to jail.

If they find out you faked it,
there'll be no doubt...

the accident was planned.

And unfortunately for you,
Di Toro died.

Your lawyer knows
what that means.

- Homicide.
- If you're lucky enough, 5 years.

Now don't be scared, Bengoa,
we'll come to an agreement.

You can speak, no need
to go on with the game now.

How much do you want?

What's up, Bengoa?
Can't you get it?

Don't you understand?
It's 500,000 dollars!

He'll sue you. Wants to go
to court, Guido.

Think about it, Bengoa,
you have no options.

Hey! Bengoa! Stop!
Stop it!

So, is it a deal?

- Who is it?
- Larsen.

Just a minute.

I want my money, for expenses.

- I knew it.
- I can get it.

Where? His daughter has no
money, either.

- Where is he? It's Larsen.
- Your ID. Pedro's orders.

You called me in?

- Yes. First door as you go up.
- Fine, Don Bautista.

Don't let anyone in.

Don't tell anyone Bengoa's here.
Do you understand?

- I'll eXplain later.
- No need for that.

Ant�n was crazy as well.

It's my fault, Bengoa.
I should've imagined...

they'd set mikes in the room.

Now, what good was that?
Just to scare you.

Listen, you can't quit now.

You can't let those motherfuckers
get away with it.

We've got thirty minutes.
Got any clothes?

The right touch.
Poor, but clean.

Judges love that.

So, you placed the eXplosives,
even though you knew them wrong.

Yes.

Do you realize it makes
you an accomplice?

Of what the company's
charged with?

Yes... but... if... I...said...

no... then...

If I said no, they'd kick me out.

That's not a fact, Your Honor.
Please disregard it.

I don't think it's a senseless
supposition, counselor Garc�a Brown.

Where, eXactly, did you
place the dynamite?

Don't know. Rocks are just rocks.

Now, did you use cord?

Cord or cable, it's the same
to me. I'm just the driver.

Mr. Rosales, you signed
a statement...

- I'm illiterate.
- You deny having stated this?

They read it to me, all wrong,
I guess. Or I didn't get it right.

Objection, Your Honor!
The witness...

Let him talk,
counselor Garc�a Brown.

Mr. Rosales, please
tell me what you saw.

They were in the shelter,

but after the first eXplosions,
they came out running.

- Why?
- Just were lucky enough to.

Otherwise, they'd have died.
The shelter blew up, as usual.

What do you mean, Mr. Rosales?

- Just as with Vi�a.
- Go on.

How could you tell they
were in the cave?

Saw them run towards it.
Di Toro must have been late.

- How did you find them?
- I don't know.

Maybe because I'm an Indian.

- Thank you for the witness,
counselor Garc�a. - Garc�a Brown.

Garc�a Brown. I didn't know
he was on our side.

Neither did I.

Tell Don Guido I'm sorry.

Don Guido never loses. He always
wins, sooner or later. As usual.

A tough Basque, he
won't change history.

Can you bind books?

Never mind. You can learn.

I'll tell them at the library,
and at the school as well.

I'll find out how much they pay.

Lea and Jos� want to see you.

How's the lawsuit going?

Do you know?

What does Larsen say?

How long will it take?

- Is he upstairs?
- Yes. What happened?

It's over, Bengoa!

Tulsaco is guilty.

Bengoa is mute.

The judge ordered an investigation.
All the work has been stopped.

Get dressed, we need to go
pick up the check.

It's not much.
Just two hundred thousand dollars.

I thought this was
the best, for a toast,

the best Tequila I could get.

140, Bengoa.

I'll keep 30%, as arranged.

No. Not 50-50, no.
That was just a joke.

30% is enough for me.
You'll need more money.

Know what you'll do now?

Yeah, that's best. Go far away,
but take care, anyway.

You were untouchable for as long
as the lawsuit lasted. But now...

Ventura won't let you sleep.
He'll come after you.

Did Di Toro tell you where
he'd got the idea?

From an Italian, 20 years ago,
in Rome. Just a scare, anyway.

He fell off his horse,
and was mute.

Kept his mouth shut,
until he got the insurance payment.

One day, he goes to
pray to Our Lady of Lourdes,

and 5 minutes later he shouted:
"A miracle, a miracle!

I can talk! I can talk!

Who was going to gainsay him?

Try it, if you want.

Nobody will believe you.

I'd like to help you, Bengoa.

Take care of yourself,
and of your wife.

If I had such a woman,
I'd get married again.

Bye, Bengoa. Get off.
Don't want to see you again.

I'm a mercenary.

If they offer me money,
I'd betray you, as well.

What is he going to do
with all that money?

11.30, yes.

Why for today?
Couldn't you wait?

We won, Amanda!

I beat them!

I beat them, Amanda!

I won.

Pedro, they brought this for you.

Christmas present, I guess.

Don't tell anyone Bengoa's here.
Do you understand?

- I'll explain later.
- No need for that.

Ant�n was crazy as well.

Do they know?
What does Larsen say?

It's my fault, Bengoa.
I should've imagined...

they'd set mikes in the room.

Now, what good was that?
Just to scare you.

Listen, you can't quit now.

You can't let those motherfuckers
get away with it.

Do you realize it makes
you an accomplice?

Of what the company's
charged with?

If I said no, they'd kick me out.

That's not a fact, Your Honor.
Please disregard it.

I don't think it's a senseless
supposition, counselor Garc�a Brown.

... you signed
a statement...

- I'm illiterate.
- You deny having stated this?

They read it to me, all wrong,
I guess. Or I didn't get it right.

Objection, Your Honor!

They came out running.
Di Toro must have been late.

- How did you find them?
- I don't know.

Maybe because I'm an Indian.

It's over, Bengoa!

Tulsaco, guilty.

Bengoa, mute.

The judge ordered an investigation.
All the work has been stopped.

- Garc�a Brown.
- Garc�a Brown.

- I didn't know he was on our side.
- Neither did I.

Tell Don Guido I'm sorry.

Don Guido never loses. He always
wins, sooner or later. As usual.

A tough Basque, he
won't change history.