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-Good morning. -Good morning.

So how's the new school?

Just great. I don't know what I like best,

the barbed wire, the graffiti,

-or the restrooms without any doors. -I'd rather hear your mom's version.

Mine is the only one there is, right?

Didn't you take him there?

No.

Are you okay?

Yes. Yes I'm fine, why?

Okay, see you this evening.

What's bothering you?

They want to make me the don.

What are you now?

-Ávila. -And what's the difference?

Ávila is just another guy. The don is the don, the boss.

Isn't that a promotion?

On the contrary, it's a ride straight down to Hell.

You think it's funny?

You bought that ticket a long time ago,

plus it's non-stop.

Yes, but it still isn't funny.

Have you made a decision?

No, not yet.

You should take it.

You're already forty. It's time to take a break.

Your idea of taking a break is very weird.

Shooting people is a much easier job

than digging ditches, don't you think?

Right.

What else is bugging you?

My wife, María.

I don't know. Something's wrong.

The other day she didn't take Emiliano to his new school.

-What's weird about that? -She always has.

Well, maybe she thinks he's a big boy now.

No, it's more than that.

She hasn't left the house for several days.

What do you think is going on?

She's scared.

-Scared of what? -Of having married me.

-She doesn't know who you are. -She's probably suspicious.

You made a mistake. What is it?

I have to go now.

I absolve you in the name of the Father and...

Amen.

A tutor? What for?

I just whacked a guy.

You think killing that wretch makes you a pro, right?

No, but it helps, don't you think?

Here's what I think, kid.

I believe in rules.

I believe in tradition. In the rituals.

They have kept me and my associates alive.

Understood?

-Yes, but... -No buts!

You will accept a tutor.

Or lose much more than the job you want.

Whatever you say.

Come back in 30 minutes.

Fine.

-Who's that? -The apprentice.

He doesn't look like a big deal. That's good.

Have you thought about my proposal?

I accept.

-Hey you. -What's up guys? What's up?

-This is a bum deal, pal. -What do you mean?

Are you deaf? I said it's a bum deal, pal.

I don't get it.

Your funeral will cost much more than what you owe me.

-So pay up. -You mean this funeral agency?

Stop playing dumb with me.

I'm going to kill you if you don't pay me, pal.

I just went in to use the restroom.

He is so suspicious.

Let's go for a ride pal. Hop in.

Just make a little space for me.

-Okay. -Yes please.

I'm glad you accepted.

I would have preferred it to happen under other...

...circumstances.

There are no other circumstances, Ávila.

A don doesn't retire, or ask for permission.

He doesn't quit or get his walking papers.

A don just passes away. And another don replaces him.

You forgot to mention that when you offered me the job.

I guess I overestimated your common sense.

You know, you have no idea how much information

you will have access to when you replace me.

What kind of information?

Clients, dates and results.

Income and expenses.

The complete profiles of all our partners.

All the alibis.

Freelance advisers.

-Any other detail? -There are lots of them.

But we have time.

What about financial benefits?

What about those? I need to tell my accountant.

Get off of me!

You like weed, don't you bitch?

Deadbeats get hurt. Right, bitch?

What, bitches? What, bitches? What? What?

You get 25 percent of every job.

That sounds great.

Yes but there's a risk involved.

You'll be the business's visible face.

You'll never know for sure who you're talking to.

At least for the first ten minutes.

How many partners report to me?

Four.

And the apprentice.

So just four. He's still the apprentice.

Right.

But he'll learn fast from you, you'll see.

He's got it in him.

Sir, I don't think I should have an apprentice just now.

Why not?

You're the most experienced partner.

Yes, but...

...I can't even get my son to act like a human being.

Most of the time I don't know where he is.

Got a light?

Thanks.

You're new? I haven't seen you before.

That's because I wasn't here.

-What school kicked you out? -The Santa Clara.

Welcome to the leper colony.

We'll have a ball together.

I'm not a good dad.

I'm not asking you to be anybody's dad.

Just the teacher.

I have no patience.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Didn't you say thirty minutes?

Listen up, idiot.

You do not show up late for work, got it?

-Okay, okay, but... -No buts. You can't be late. Say it!

Who the hell are you?

The owner of your next scream. You want to hear it?

-Say it. -I won't be late again, okay?

Beat it. Wait outside.

I have no patience.

That's what Ibarra said when I asked him to train you.

And now, take this.

Take a look.

It's a delicate job.

Bermudez.

-What? -Something's wrong here.

It's very easy. We go in, kick the damn door down,

and drag him to the squad car.

Did you see his file? The guy's dangerous.

-You're scared. -No, I don't want to die like a fool.

Where did you meet him?

I just know him.

Will that be an obstacle?

It complicates things.

Bermudez is a very dangerous guy.

I'll get just one shot at the bastard.

The guys that want him dead are dangerous too.

They paid twice the usual fee.

They don't want any mistakes.

If I fail, we will all be dead before we know it.

I need to know if you'll do it.

I have to go through this first.

We don't have much time.

Improvising with a guy like him is suicidal sir.

If you decide to do it,

you'll have help.

From whom? That new kid?

No, thanks. He's not ready yet.

That kid will surprise you.

That jerk.

There's a job?

Cool!

-Why are you so filthy? -I had some stuff to do.

With these three chili peppers, we'll add a great Mexican touch.

And now when we add the eggplant and pumpkin,

this will be delicious.

And remember to use extra virgin olive oil.

That is also very important for this recipe.

The flavor is very different than if you use ordinary oil.

The vegetables are cold already.

It usually takes from ten to fifteen minutes.

So this is your office?

Get lost if you have any more dumb questions.

-The guy's a cop. -What did I just say?

-I got to start somehow. -Yes but that's not the idea.

No?

Are they immortal or what?

No they're not.

So why all the fuss?

The fuss is they don't know that.

They get a badge and a uniform,

and they think they're bullet-proof.

Until one of them dies. And they realize they're mortal.

And they hate that.

You know a lot about cops.

Too much for my liking.

We need to ask for backup.

To hell with the backup. And you for that matter.

I'm not taking a bullet to the heart like my boss.

Occupational hazards.

We're not paid for that, Bermudez.

Let's ask for back-up.

Get another job, because I'm doing mine.

-What did this guy do? -Two years ago

he infiltrated a drug cartel.

They blew his cover and now they want a...

...solution.

-How did they find out? -What do you care?

So how do we do this?

I haven't decided if we're doing it yet.

You got to be kidding.

I'm hungry. Let's go eat.

Ever killed before?

Who?

-My stepfather. -How come?

I was fed up watching him beat up my mom.

You don't believe me?

Why shouldn't I?

Killing out of hatred is easy. There's no merit in that.

-No? -No.

It's tough to have to kill a total stranger.

One you neither love or hate, or ever laid eyes on.

-Just a picture. -What's the difference?

Everything.

Anyone can become a killer out of personal motivation.

Your girlfriend cheats on you.

Your partner robs you. Madness. Intolerance.

What's your motivation?

You see the guy wiping the counter?

He gets up every morning to come to work.

He doesn't love it or hate it. He just knows how to do it.

If he doesn't show up tomorrow,

someone else will wipe the counter.

It's not about motivation, or vocation.

It's his job.

What's yours?

The money.

How much is enough?

-Maybe no amount is enough. -That's stupid.

-People kill out of stupidity. -No.

Stupidity kills you.

I think it's stupid to be stuffing ourselves

instead of looking for a place to kill the guy, right?

Right here?

Who do you live with?

With my mom.

And what do you do?

Nothing, I go to school for now.

You have to keep going.

Yeah right.

Really?

Don't make any changes, or attract attention.

You need to be another number. Forgettable.

-Repeat that. -Forgettable?

Keep your brains for your job,

yelling for your wife, and money for the future.

So I have to live like a dog?

I'm trying to keep you out of trouble.

What's the use of making money I can't spend?

I didn't say don't spend it. Just cover your back.

How the hell do I do that?

You have a girl?

No, they don't seem to be interested.

That's good.

I don't get it.

What's good about not having any friends,

or a girl, or even a dog to bark at you?

There's nobody to tell you're a hit-man.

Lots of guys feel tempted to.

Some talk in their sleep. Others just lose it.

-What about you? -I don't talk in my sleep.

How long have you been doing this?

A long time.

It never blurted out with your family, or...?

Who says I have a family?

Okay, okay.

When do you get off school tomorrow?

At four o'clock.

Meet me at 5 on the corner near the diner.

-At what time? -At five.

Get two pairs of cuffs.

You're the new guy, right?

-You looking for trouble? -Who wants trouble?

You stay away from her.

-From who? -Juliana.

-Why? -She's my girl, bitch.

-I didn't know. -You know now.

What about her?

She didn't say she had a boyfriend.

You think you're smart, you jerk?

-Sorry. I was just curious. -Yeah? Curiosity killed the cat.

-Where is he? -Who?

Simón Valdez!

He's not here.

Where is he?

Don't lie to me.

I swear to you sir. I know nothing.

Hi, Maggie. What's wrong?

Weren't you going to tell me you quit?

Yes I was. I quit.

You're not getting rid of me that easy.

Don't lie to me.

I swear to you sir.

-Cute kid. What's your name? -Luna.

Luna?

What pretty eyes.

Isn't she cute?

Listen, lady.

Where is your son?

I don't know. I don't. I don't.

I don't know.

If I wanted to get rid of you, I would have long ago.

I don't believe you.

Why not? What would stop me?

I'd tell your wife about us.

Don't mess with my family.

Why did you stop grinning?

What's up, Bestia?

Nothing. He's just a jerk.

So what? He's just another jerk.

Just look at his face. He's the perfect jerk.

I'll teach him not to mess with my girl.

Leave him alone.

-Thanks for calling me a jerk. -You're alive, right?

-I don't need your help. -You don't?

From over there I could see you did.

I was in a little jam.

That's what happens when you lose your mind.

You do realize he's the jerk, right?

-And you're his buddy. -No, I'm not any jerk's buddy.

Or mine. So why did you help me?

Maybe because you don't look like a jerk to me.

Or maybe because you owe me some tacos.

Why would I owe you some tacos?

For saving your life. Don't you think?

Will you tell me what's wrong?

I don't know what you mean.

All the food from your party is gone.

In the fridge there's no milk, no vegetables or bread.

Should I go on?

I need help.

What's wrong?

I'm frightened.

Of what?

I don't know. Of everything, of...

Of people. Of going outside.

Of dying.

Do you want to see a doctor?

I don't know.

Mag, you can't go on like this.

Tomorrow.

Okay?

Get some rest.

I'm not kidding! Where's your son?

Bermudez!

Let the girl go.

Put that away or I'll stick it in your mouth.

We're not killers.

Do you have the guts to fire? Do you?

It's me. It's me. It's okay. Calm down. Calm down.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

They'll shut off the power.

Don't worry. I'll get the money.

I don't want to know how.

Good.

If I told you I'd have to kill you.

Damn it!

What are you doing today?

Talk with our clients.

Console them. Sell them a more expensive casket.

That kind of stuff.

Is the pay good?

I don't know. We haven't discussed money.

But I guess so. Plus my commission.

You'll be fine. Death is good business, right?

Yes honey. Don't worry.

How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?

-I'm better. -You'll call if you need me?

-I have to go. -Right.

Have a great first day. Lots of clients.

-I'm sorry. My God! -Lots of clients?

I know it's awful to wish you that kind of luck.

But we're all going to die.

That's right.

Arregui, I need to see you.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Is the big guy in? -Yes.

-What do you want? -Quit that stuff.

What do you care? It's my body.

I need a bike.

A bike?

Make yourself scarce.

-Screw you and your mommy too. -Leave my mom alone, bitch.

The old man looks good.

Not so much. He still hits the bottle.

What kind of bike do you need?

I need a 125 that's fast and light,

and doesn't attract a lot of attention.

-For how long? -Three, four at the most.

-I have what you need. -Which one?

No, over here.

This one is perfect.

So what do you need if for?

To go see your mom.

I won't smack you because you're all dressed up.

Let's see the cellphones.

Here they are.

I have all kinds, Chinese ones, with or without GPS.

This pink one matches your personality.

-Is the tank full? -Yes sir.

-Give me a hand. -Okay.

Hold on. Go ahead.

How about training wheels to keep you safe?

-Man! It works! -What a bastard.

Ride with care kid.

How much does your mom weigh?

What a jerk!

Twenty-six.

He wanted to impress his new flower child girlfriend.

So he decided to very quickly turn his room

into a museum of that kind of lifestyle.

He wondered why his Lava Lamp wouldn't turn on.

He decided to heat it with a blowtorch.

-We're not killers. -Drop the guns or he dies!

I mean it bitch. Drop it or my dad dies.

If you can kill your own dad,

why should I care?

Because you're a damn cop, that's why.

That's right. I am a damn cop.

Bermudez!

There are no witnesses.

Just because I'm a good guy, I'll give you one more chance.

Shoot me!

Do it. Shoot me. Shoot me.

You bastard! I said shoot me.

I said shoot me!

Shoot me now!

You're such a jerk.

It's too risky. There's a lot of people.

It has to be some other time. Tell Moreira that...

Luna.

Little girl. Come, beautiful.

Where are you, kid?

Luna, Come here, baby.

Luna.

Where are you, baby?

Come here, precious. Come, Luna.

Where are you?

I asked for back-up.

You dirty bastard. Listen to me.

Just one word about this to a living soul,

and I will kill you and your entire family.

And I'll make it hurt.

All of that before I kill you.

Understood?

My companion's hurt!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Never mind.

Never mind. We're doing it now.

"A don doesn't retire, or ask for permission.

He doesn't quit."

"Killing to live better."