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The King's Nap is our VIP funeral service.

The most luxurious.

It's only for a few of the elite.

Just three per year on average.

Among the luxuries offered by The King's Nap

is a private butler for the deceased person.

Well,

early this morning, we were requested to offer our King's Nap service

to four persons.

As you will understand,

nobody, not even the greatest optimist among us,

could imagine being in this situation.

Four King's Nap services in one day is impossible.

We have two butlers in our payroll.

I decided to replace the third,

and looked for a fourth with no success.

We're running out of time, the bodies will be here shortly.

And just as I started thinking about forgetting the $84,000

I told myself that perhaps, no offense meant,

that you could be...

I'm out of here in five minutes.

-They'll be here, sir. -I didn't ask for permission.

Who are they?

You know them very well.

Ávila.

No, no, no, no! Are you okay?

How could I know it was you?

What did you think I'd do? You know me!

How could you, you bastard! You know me.

Don't punish me, you idiot.

Father, forgive him for he knows not what he did.

Did he hear you?

You think he heard you?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Son!

Wake up, Emiliano. Son! Son!

Forgive me.

Forgive me. Please. Please.

Son. Son.

My son! My son!

CHRIST'S HITMAN

Don Ávila,

may I introduce Dr. Mola, our hospital's director.

She did some work for Mr. Moreira.

We trust her completely.

It's a pleasure, sir. How are you keeping up?

How is María?

Emotionally stable. She takes simple orders.

And she hasn't been violent in 24 hours, which is good.

And her memory?

Still nothing. She needs time.

I need to know what she knows.

She has to recognize herself,

know who she is, the rest will come by itself.

-Can I talk to her? -No!

It's too risky.

You are a stranger to her. She's scared of the unknown.

-I'm scared of doing time. -That won't happen.

Only she knows where the bracelet is.

You know that bracelet proves nothing.

Do I tell you how to do your job, Montes?

Maybe we should begin by controlling your anxiety, sir.

Maybe I need another shrink.

Look, doctor.

María was kidnapped.

She was drugged.

She was scared.

I don't know what they told her about me.

Our business.

The matter is...

...delicate.

I don't know what they told her.

You look tired, sir. Are you sleeping well?

-I'm out of pills. -They should've lasted all this month.

I'll prescribe something stronger, come.

This is not a subtle drug, sir.

I suggest you stick to the dosage.

Very well.

Have you had any stressful experiences lately?

My son is dead.

My wife is in a madhouse,

and four hitmen could kill me at any time.

Besides that?

Is there anything else I should know about?

Last night I had a distressing experience, doctor.

I killed Christ.

-Why did you kill him? -I made a mistake.

And killing Christ caused the distress?

No, my mistake worried me.

Making a mistake, doing something I can't undo.

-Anything else? -Killing Christ isn't stressful enough?

Depends on who you ask.

Dr. Mola.

Is he okay? What did he say?

Why do you say so?

At least he hasn't lost his sense of humor.

Keep me updated.

Thanks for calling.

You've been shot.

I'm sure she always wanted curls.

Something on your mind, Iván?

Yes.

What is it?

It's don Ávila.

What about him?

The way he's acting.

-He's not the same anymore. -What did you expect, Iván?

We've destroyed him.

We did what was necessary for him to survive.

I think it would be wise

to start looking for someone new.

Wise?

Not repeating that is what's wise.

Miss Prudence.

Would you like to play outside?

Good morning.

-Good morning, mister... -Gino Flamma.

Please, have a seat.

Just give me a moment.

While you wait, can I get you something?

Coffee, tea, water?

Blue Label, if you please, three cubes of ice.

Excuse me?

-Scotch? -Yes, certainly.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm color blind.

So I can't get you your Blue Label scotch.

That's okay, we'd better get down to business.

Everything you need is in here.

I also brought the 50 % advance payment.

Sir, we were expecting you a little later.

You know how bored I get on vacations, Iván.

I'm don Ávila.

Gino Flamma.

He's not listed, sir.

Doesn't that little detail strike you as odd?

-As much as it does to you. -I can explain.

That's not necessary. There's been a mistake.

We don't take money in advance for our funeral services.

Or such detailed reports about the deceased.

This person hasn't died yet.

It might seem unimportant to you,

but death is what our business is all about.

So I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do for you

until that's taken care of.

I need you to take care of that for me.

And I need it done urgently.

Did I say something wrong? Is it the money?

Is it too little? I can get more.

Stand up, please.

I won't say it again.

You can't be here without an appointment.

Stretch out your arms.

I didn't have time to make an appointment.

I didn't have time so I decided to come.

Who do you work for?

For who?

Do you work for the Croatian?

I don't know any Croatian. Let me explain...

Who do you work for? Answer me!

For God.

Father, forgive him.

My vacation is over.

So God told you where to find us?

Of course not.

It was a client of yours.

He remembers Iván.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

It's my contact's business card.

Remember him?

-You know him? -He's the reason I became an atheist.

A bishop?

Back then he was just a humble but ambitious priest.

-And you work for him? -I'm his private secretary.

A bishop's secretary?

A future cardinal.

God willing.

It's okay, sir.

-How are you? -Welcome, detective.

Nice to see you again.

-How are you, Abel? -Fine, and you, sir?

Good.

Look at you.

How are you, guys?

Look at you. I saw you.

Gorgeous.

I apologize, Mr. Flamma.

Your Blue Label.

Now, about the bishop. What's the problem?

A few days ago, he was notified that the Holy See

is seriously considering appointing him a cardinal.

So what's the problem?

The problem is the thorough investigation of his priesthood

before he can be confirmed as a cardinal.

He won't make it.

-Unless a mistake is amended. -Our mistake?

No. No. It was his mistake.

Eighteen years ago.

You see, don Ávila,

the Holy See considers paternity

to be incompatible with the duties of a priest.

His name is Pablo Campo. He's eighteen.

-Is something the matter? -No. I'm fine.

Please, don Ávila, if there's anything you have any doubt about...

I think the bishop needs time to reconsider such drastic...

It was my decision, don Ávila.

It's his son, shouldn't he make the decision?

He already made up his mind a long time ago.

Eighteen years to be exact.

He decided to become a bishop instead of a dad.

Look, I advise you...

I didn't come here for your advice.

I'm here to solve a problem. Can you do it or not?

And his mom?

She died of cancer three years ago.

He has no family. What are all these questions?

You will answer all my questions,

and I need to know why Emiliano is involved.

Sir, may I?

Have you thought about

any particular solution to your problem?

An accident?

Absolutely nobody can ever know about this.

Understood? Nobody.

Including the bishop?

I'm glad we're understanding each other.

Let me know when it's done.

Is something the matter, sir?

-We need to talk. -No, I need to...

-I need to go home. -What for?

To find that bracelet, Iván. Do I answer to you or what?

No, sir. No problem. Can I help you in any way?

Yes, why don't you take care of giving somebody the job?

-The Flamma job? -Right.

-Is Alsina okay? -I told you to take care of it.

Good afternoon.

The usual, please.

Rogelio added a few dishes to the menu.

Would you like to take a look?

Of course I do.

-What do you suggest? -See for yourself.

SWORDFISH $1962

-The swordfish, please. -With pleasure.

Cheer up, dummy.

I didn't think it would be this fast.

Dr. Molina says you're fine.

I say you're a pervert, but he says you're fine.

I think you looked in a mirror, boss.

I'm not getting any sleep.

I know you lost your partner, Sánchez.

But the best medicine

is thinking about catching those bastards.

If you say so, boss.

I do and whatever you need, count on it.

Thanks, boss.

Where do I start?

-Meeting your female partner. -Female?

Don't be such a jerk, Sánchez. It's 2014.

I know, boss. I'd rather have a male partner.

Get to work, my friend.

Who is she? What's her name?

-You don't know her. She's new. -Lord!

Yes, she's a rookie. So look after her.

She's in your new office.

I gave you Hernandez's office. I'm not such a bastard.

-Great. -Go on.

Your welcome back present is in the drawer, use it.

-I hope I don't get arrested. -No problem. Good luck.

CAPTAIN MONTI

Good morning, Princess.

-Feeling better? -Yes, I'm fine.

I thought I should stay in bed resting today.

Dad would do that.

And who says I'm a princess?

That was so good! Did you hear that?

Damn it!

I'm so sorry.

What the hell are you doing?

-I'm cleaning up this mess. -And you are?

Erika. Nice meeting you.

I'm so proud to work with someone like you.

I went through all your cases...

Let's see how long that pride lasts.

You're one of those people that start early.

They left it in the drawer. I'll get rid of it.

No, don't throw it away.

No way!

Cheers.

I thought we couldn't drink here.

Lesson number one.

There are two kinds of rules. The important ones.

And the useless ones.

Where are the other five beers?

In the trash. I didn't know they were yours.

I want you to get them.

Wipe them and put them where they were.

It's a present.

-Fine. -Hey.

-Yes? -Welcome to Homicides.

Thanks.

EMILIANO ÁVILA WAS MURDERED

Hello.

I'm fine. What is it?

Can't it wait until tomorrow?

Send me the address. I'll be there.

-All yours. -Why is this case not in the files?

It's Emiliano Ávila's file. We need to discuss a few things.

What things?

Things that were overlooked.

Let's see if I get this. You randomly took a file...

No, no, no. Not randomly.

So?

I got an anonymous tip.

So you trust an anonymous tip more than your superior?

Of course not, sir, but...

Some things went unnoticed.

We investigate homicides.

Not suicides.

This file is about a suicide.

Suicide.

Is that something we overlooked?

Emiliano Ávila was murdered.

Hey. Hey.

Are you listening to me?

-I need to practice. -Is that all you have to say?

Dazzle me with your wisdom.

It's all in there. That's my report.

I'm not much of a reader.

Why don't you sit down and tell me all about it?

Start with that damn anonymous tip of yours.

I compressed the brake piston

by four and three-tenths of a millimeter.

Better than even a Swiss watchmaker.

Think of the pedal as a 20-year-old chick.

You need to be gentle with her.

Because if you're rough, bang, there go the brakes,

before you finish the job and that's important.

What's important is the police report.

You're going to wait for the cops?

It was an accident. My brakes failed.

Why would I run?

I'll be in shock, wondering how it happened,

begging God to save the jerk.

Do you get it now?

They can check all they want they won't find a thing.

I hope so, because I'll demand a thorough investigation

to find out what happened, there's no room for error.

There's never room for error.

You think I'm stupid? Or it's my first job?

I've had it with you. Get the hell out of here.

Slowly.

Sir.

Damn it, Iván! It's a three-hour drive to this damn place, what is it?

This damn place as you describe it,

which you've deigned to visit for the very first time,

forgive the comparison, but it's a hive.

This is where our business begins,

and our clients end up.

So, you dragged me out here just to tell me that?

With all due respect, sir,

I'm a little concerned about how you handled Mr. Flamma.

I smashed his nose, so what?

The guy shows up at our office without an appointment.

And may I remind you that I have a lot on my mind these days.

I agree with you, sir.

But I referred to your emotional reaction

when you realized the issue that needs fixing

is the same age as your son.

Emiliano?

Yes, that was his age. What's your problem, Iván?

You tried to convince Mr. Flamma not to hire our services.

Of course not.

I made a mistake.

You did, sir.

And?

And you need to ask yourself

if you are fit enough to run the business again.

You want me out, Iván?

Of course not, sir.

And if that were the case, do you think I'd warn you?

In that case,

why don't you,

for once in your life,

speak clearly?

All dons are allowed to take a leave of absence.

I already did, remember? Four months.

Why should I take another?

Because you have a...

Four very serious personal issues.

Besides your wife.

And?

The pressure of these issues plus your position

make the burden harder and harder to bear.

Lighten your burden, sir.

I think I can handle it.

-I beg to disagree. -You want to bet?

Robbery is not one of my flaws, sir.

Nicely put, Iván.

The day I turned 18,

my dad gave me the secret to living without any problems.

He said it didn't matter

how many species there were in the animal kingdom.

All of them, every single one of them,

have two separate groups.

Predators.

And their prey.

You're either one or the other. You hunt or you're hunted.

You give orders or obey them.

The killer.

Or the body.

If you understand that rule,

you'll be able to figure out your place in life, accept it,

and live your life with no problems.

Your father's philosophy is interesting.

-Do you follow it? -To the letter.

I like that.

I'll put it on my wall.

What wall?

On Facebook, where else?

-Do you really use that crap? -You're not alive if you don't.

That's why I don't.

How do you handle the pain?

I'm trying to...

...tame it, Father.

It's easier to tame a volcano's scorching lava

than any pain.

I think I'm getting there.

What makes you think so?

A guy paid for a job today.

The death of an 18-year-old kid.

The same age your son Emiliano would be.

All I felt like doing...

...was slamming the guy's head against the floor

again and again until there was nothing left.

And you call that taming your pain?

But I didn't, Father.

I got a hold of myself.

From day to day.

I can handle it.

You're being naive.

Your control is an illusion.

An attempt to seem normal.

But meanwhile...

...your pain is rotting your guts.

It's splitting you in two, sending you straight to hell.

EMILIANO ÁVILA WAS MURDERED

-So? -Any idea who killed him?

Who cares? He's dead. Whose report is this?

My new rookie partner.

It's pretty good.

Enough to have an exhumation and an autopsy,

if we don't get your authorization.

-Why would I say no? -It's just a supposition.

Excuse me, sir. I thought you were alone.

-What do you need? -Could we have a word, sir?

I was leaving anyway.

There's been an unexpected inconvenience

that demands your immediate attention.

I wouldn't bother you...

The short story, Iván.

He failed.

Not that short.

Alsina, the agent in charge of the Flamma case, failed.

-Was he arrested? -He's dead.

-Dead? How? -Before he could do the job

a truck hit him, killing him instantly.

Sir.

-Sir. -What?

The rules state that you have to do it.

Remember the day we met?

The day you came here?

You'll see next time.

We have very little time, sir.

The delegation in charge of the bishop's case

will be here tomorrow, so it must be done tonight.

-Anything else? -Yes, this is Alsina's file on the kid.

I think it'll work for you.

Are you up to it?

Nobody would blame you if you can't.

-Nobody? -Don't you trust me?

As much as you trust me. Not an ounce more or less.

Sir...

you still haven't said how you'll solve the case.

I don't know, but I'll do it today.

FUNERAL PARLOR

Nothing kills a don faster than his own guilt.

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.

In memory of Emilio De La Peña.