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-What are you doing here? -I can't trust anybody.

Nobody. I can't trust anybody.

I am so disappointed. Those bastards!

Those crazy bastards!

Sons of bitches!

Your feet look really bad.

You've been walking barefoot in Hell.

-Go to a hospital. -They ask too many questions.

In churches too if you die here.

I'm not dying here. I just need you to listen to me.

You need a doctor.

-I need to be forgiven. -What are you talking about?

About what I am.

It was self-defense.

You don't need to be forgiven.

I don't need forgiveness for that.

For what then?

For what happened later.

PIES IN THE FACE

Shut up! Who sent you?

-Who sent you? The Croatian? -Yes, sir.

Take that thing off. I can't hear you.

-Damn it. How old are you? -Twenty sir.

What did the Croatian think would happen to a rookie?

My dad was no rookie.

Your dad?

He said it was no job for a rookie, but I insisted.

-What made you so mad? -The damn disappointment.

Shut up. I thought I had solved

half of my problems.

Half.

Open the glove box. There are four bastards.

Take that. Four that want to kill me.

-Morphine? -Yes.

-No, sir. -I thought I had killed two,

but I messed up.

-Do it now. -No, sir.

Fifty percent. But no.

It was a damn unit. It was a damn contract.

What's the first rule your dad taught you?

-Yelling gets people nervous. -And nerves do what?

-Cause mistakes. -Right.

I've got three to do, okay?

-What's that? -What do you think it is?

Pills? Use it now.

I ran out of morphine.

Better?

Yes. Thanks.

Don't thank me.

When was that?

About three hours ago.

Then what did you do?

-I did what was necessary. -Necessary for what?

To continue being the don.

-Who called you? -That jerk Iván.

Why didn't you pick up?

What for? Give me a break.

To tell him you were in trouble. To ask for help.

I can't ask for help.

The don is the solution, not the problem.

You should know that by now.

-You're not immortal. -Or suicidal.

I had less than an hour to do the job,

and if I didn't do it I'd be out of a job.

They had reasons to...

...get rid of me.

What did you have to do?

-What I didn't want to. -Explain yourself.

Watch my son die a second time.

And if you didn't want to, why did you do it?

Because it's my job.

Is that all you care about?

It's all I've got.

Dad?

Do you regret what you did?

No.

Why do you think you deserve to be forgiven then?

Maybe I don't want to be forgiven,

maybe I just want Him to understand.

-Who? -You know who. You know who.

God?

Whatever His name is, the guy that's...

...running this whole circus.

Where I come from we call Him God.

Where I come from we call Him the guy behind the counter.

Why do you think He'll forgive you?

Because He has a plan for all of us?

He does, but his creatures are the ones

that decide which road to take.

Why should He forgive you?

Because I need to know what His plan is for me.

The Lord's ways don't always have an immediate answer.

One day you'll understand why you're here in the world.

Let me know when you do.

You'll find out first.

-Yes? -I left you a message, sir.

Iván.

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

Please, don't switch your cellphone off, sir.

...and the Holy Ghost.

Sir.

Amen.

Will he make it?

I've never been asked that.

I think so, your blood stabilized him.

I removed a piece of a bullet from his shoulder.

I dressed his feet. Antibiotics.

What now?

We can only wait now.

It's a morgue, Iván.

You're safe now, sir.

You were lucky, sir.

That job... The Flamma job is done.

Easy. Easy.

The burns on your feet aren't serous,

but I assure you they're terribly painful, sir.

Let your feet rest for a few days.

-Impossible. -Valdez is right. Rest for a few days.

I can run the business for you.

Where were you?

Where were you?

-What do you mean? -Where were you?

He must be kept sedated. Here.

One every six hours for him to rest and recover.

-Me? -He can't stay here.

Find somewhere where he can rest.

How long will he be like this?

Another 24 hours.

I know it's late, Arregui.

But I need something, and I need it now.

A mugging gone wrong?

What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you to go home and rest?

I'm not tired.

So watch TV then.

Don't you have a boyfriend to get some?

I'm just saying sex is...

Got it. Got it. So what's this?

Yes, it's a attempted mugging that went terribly wrong.

The guy spooked the driver, who ran him over or what?

With a gun like that,

unless they were after an armored truck, I doubt it.

They usually use small guns they can hide.

But that...

GARAGE AND TOWTRUCKS

I found this, sir.

Kerosene.

He was a fire-eater.

-Two. -Why two?

Because you can't juggle this and do the fire act too.

So you think they had a fight?

Either that or their show's grand finale.

-Yes? -Inspector, I know it's late.

Can you talk?

I can.

-How are you? -They tried to kill our mutual friend.

How is he?

He'll live.

That's good news.

So what's the problem?

The fact that he's alive means the others are dead.

Lying around out there, and it could be messy.

-Stuff all over the place. -Like a sawed-off shotgun?

Yes, exactly. How do you know that?

They're taking the body away as we speak.

-Just one? -Yes, but there were two of them.

Ask your buddy where he dumped the other one.

He's indisposed due to the altercation.

I see, so what do we know about the car?

I took care of it. Please, keep me updated.

Anything interesting?

No, it's my hooker informer, she's in my house,

and the bitch won't leave until I get back.

Okay.

Okay, so let's take advantage of your insomnia.

Duarte is in charge now.

Trust it is a big mistake.

And traitors deserves to starve to death, right?

Is the pain too much to bear?

I'm mad at myself

for not being capable of foreseeing these events.

I didn't see it coming.

Anger is such a primitive emotion.

It consumes so much energy.

Anger eventually disappears forever.

It's been eight months, eight, and the bitch keeps growing.

So forget it. Waiting is not an option.

Doctor, have you ever desired,

more than anything else,

somebody's death?

-How is he? -Fine. He slept well.

The fever's gone.

The injuries in his feet are looking better.

Don't forget the sedative every six hours.

It's better for him to be like that.

Unconscious.

Better for him or for you?

-Is there a problem? -What'll he do if he finds out?

I don't know.

I tried to reach him, but he never picked up.

It's not fair.

I know.

You did everything you could, didn't you?

Look after him, okay?

I don't belong here.

Please, tell me something that makes sense.

Anything.

Nothing special.

Anything.

It hasn't rained in six days.

If we trust the data, it should rain tonight.

Or early tomorrow morning at the latest.

I'm a teacher. I'm forty-two years old.

My name is Octavio.

You don't belong here, either.

So, Mr. Castellini,

I'm listening, how can we help you?

This morning Dr. Montes was good enough

to recommend your services.

Let's say I made a mistake and it's about time I fix it.

Is it an emergency, Mr. Castellini?

The mistake is flying to Madrid in less than 24 hours.

Have you thought about any remedy in particular?

The guy's a scumbag, and I want him to die like one.

I want you to literally shove...

I know what you mean, sir.

This is all I have about him.

Marco Stell.

What's your relationship with Mr. Stell?

Are you serious? Don't you know the bastard?

No, should I know him?

Haven't you read a magazine,

watched the news these last two years?

-I haven't. -He works for me.

Do you promise to love and to hold her,

in sickness and in health,

for richer, for poorer,

for as long as you live until death do you part?

-I do. -You may kiss the bride.

Congratulations.

Help! Help!

Give me a break! How can it end like that?

THE END

He's an actor, I hired him for several soaps.

A sexual psychopath?

Is it a professional diagnosis, or a personal opinion?

It's based on the fact that this son of a bitch,

who I made incredibly rich,

got involved with my wife.

Could you just answer my questions?

It's for the logistics.

How much logistics do you need to crush a roach?

Absolutely none, the logistics are to avoid anyone

from finding the bloody shoe in your closet, Mr. Castellini.

Why would there be a bloody shoe in my closet?

If the wrong logistics were to be used.

May I continue or have you any other doubts?

-Who is it? -Alberto Ríos.

Coming.

Coming.

Coming!

Coming, coming, coming.

-Hello, Beto. -Hello.

Sorry I'm such a mess.

-How are you? -Fine.

No, I'm not okay, Tamara. I'm not at all well.

Really? How can I help?

It's the 28th., and you owe three months rent.

I'm no fool. Either pay up or...

You know how hard it is for a single mom to find a job.

Besides I'm all alone.

You need to pay me today, or leave.

I understand perfectly.

You have you and your mom to think of.

I'd do anything for someone to take care of me like that.

But I understand. Don't worry, we'll leave today.

I don't want to bother you anymore.

You know...

Why don't you pay me in two weeks?

-Really? -Yes.

But make it the last time, please.

Beto, that's so sweet of you!

I won't ever forget this.

You can have...

...anything you want.

Videos from security cameras at my house.

With my wife. Everything you need is there.

Do you have copies?

-A few. -Burn them.

Certainly not. Those are memory aids.

-Why burn them? -Because what you call memory aids,

homicide detectives call motivations, or motives.

And it's the first thing they look for

when a body shows up.

And let me tell you that it's always the husband

who is considered the main suspect.

Hey! How are you? He's so big already.

-Tell my back that. -What'll it be?

-Gin Tonic. -Is your mom breastfeeding?

What do you care?

How much of mom's drink are you going to get?

Orange juice, right?

-It gives me reflux. -Not more than a Gin Tonic.

-Okay. -Who else knows about this?

Dr. Montes, and now you of course.

And your wife?

What?

Does my wife have a lover? Please!

I don't think you understood my question.

Does your wife know you know?

I suppose not. She'd be much more careful.

What does that matter?

A lot. We need to avoid anyone asking you awkward questions

just out of curiosity, Mr. Castellini.

Are there any jobs you know about?

No, I'm sorry. Business is slow.

I owe three months rent. I'll be evicted if I don't work.

I'll have to fuck my landlord, and I don't want to!

-We don't, do we? -What else do you need?

-We need to move fast. -How much?

It's twice as much. I hope that's not a problem.

I wouldn't haggle the price of a glass of water in a desert.

We have a deal.

I need a loan.

Trust me, if I could... Hold on.

-Hello. -Jot down this number now.

-Got it. -It's for Tamara. Tell her it's ASAP.

What are the odds? She's right here. Hold on.

Just tell her to do it fast and clean, especially fast.

Was that Iván?

Yes! I knew it!

-Listen, about that loan... -I don't need it, but thanks.

You don't, but I do.

Get me a menu, Rogelio. I'm starved.

I'm guilty as charged.

Spank me.

-I'm a bad girl. -I bet you're nasty.

Turn around.

Wow! Like that!

You're watching the sneezing panda again?

Serious stuff.

Boss, haven't they brought me a package?

-I don't think so. -Don't they know what rush is?

Tell me who it's from and what it is,

I could help you.

Security camera footage of the hit-and-run.

We saw both of them, the bank's and the drug store's,

-and there was nothing. -There are three of them.

I saw one on the other side of the street.

Whose is it? If it's private you'll need a warrant.

It's the city's. I checked.

It was installed two weeks ago for some security program.

-Does it work? -Yes.

Sure it does.

Say, boss, you're so charming and you have so many friends,

couldn't you pull some strings to make them hurry up?

Please?

-I'll see what I can do. -Thanks.

-Hi. -How are you?

-Go ahead. -We might have a problem.

Maybe we should wait until the might part goes away?

We can't wait that long.

Marco Stell is a happy bachelor, but open to true love.

Moyano.

Come in.

Follow me.

Madness or stupidity?

Which will you use to justify your mistake?

-What mistake? -Coming here.

Wasn't I clear about that?

It's just that...

I have a problem you need to know about.

What kind of problem?

My conscience.

I shouldn't have accepted that job.

I knew Alsina. You know that, right?

We were partners.

That's right.

I killed my buddy, Iván.

For money.

Paper.

And I crushed him.

Like a dog.

-How could I do that? -For the money.

You decided the price. Remember?

You think that money could ever erase my pain?

My guilt?

I don't know what to do, I can't eat, or sleep.

Every time I close my eyes I see him with his kids.

-The funeral is tomorrow. -No.

No what?

No more money.

Money? Do you think that is what I came here for?

Yes.

And I also think you're dumb enough

to think I'll fall for that.

Forget it.

Then I'll just have to confess my sins to him,

and beg for forgiveness.

I think God will find you quite entertaining.

God?

I'm talking about don Ávila.

He'll listen to me.

You can see yourself out.

What would it cost you?

Just a few more pesos?

What was that, Iván?

Iván.

-What happened? -Get him off of me.

Get him off.

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

-My heart. -What is it?

I need an ambulance.

Sir, I've been trying to reach you.

I left you a message. It's Iván, sir.

It's raining!

It's raining!

There's nothing more ridiculous than walking barefoot

through Hell thinking it's the only way,

only to realize later...

that you didn't need to.

That it was useless.

Promise me you're going to be different, kid.

Not like this son of a bitch.

I know what it is.

What do you mean?

I mean God's plan for me, Father.

I know what it is.

God chose a weird way to enlighten me.

-How did He do it? -On the phone.

It's Iván, sir, to inform you that Mr. Flamma just called

to say the bishop died of a heart attack,

so we no longer need to do the job.

I'll try to get back to you.

It's raining! I told you so!

It's raining!

It's raining!

It's raining! I told you so!

I told you it would rain!

-Clear, everybody clear. -Stop! Take that away now!

Step aside, please.

There's a piece of a slug next to the aorta.

You can't apply an electric shock.

We need an ultrasound scanner. Do it and you'll fry his heart.

Trust me.

-Ultrasound. -How about that divine plan?

Nothing would've happened if you had answered.

-But I didn't. -Because you're a fool.

No, because I'm a small part of a very twisted joke.

Sometimes the object moves and pressures the subclavian artery.

We need to relieve the pressure.

-How exactly? -With magnets.

I was one face in thousands in today's pie toss event.

Like in the silent movies.

That was my mission today, standing there,

getting a pie in the face to make God laugh.

Trust is to people what faith is to religion.

It's the beginning.

The foundation upon which we can build.

You see that guy?

He's got twelve hours to live.

We're facing a totally collapsed structure.

But it seems that we are finally moving forward.

We will continue with this new kind of therapy.

-Yes, doctor. -You're not listening.

I know the bastard is laughing.

-I don't think God... -I don't mean God.

Who then?

-How long has he had it? -More than 15 years.

I am the don.

A car crash?

Hunting accident.

And it's time I acted like one. I won't be pushed around.

And let him control my destiny.

You still haven't said who you mean.

About the only person that's always there.

Living in the shadows.

Hiding in plain daylight.

The great manipulator.

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"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.