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Ana.

Sir.

-Good morning. -Good morning?

You call this a good morning?

No, sir. Sorry.

Why would one of our agents choose to come here to die?

I only know he had a fight with Iván, sir.

I heard a gunshot and...

Where is Iván?

-In the hospital. -Which one?

Downtown and he's okay, fortunately.

Anything else you want to tell me?

No, sir.

Is that all?

If you'll excuse me.

THE MASTER AND THE WATCHMAKER

NO SIGNAL AVAILABLE

Not just one, all our surveillance cameras.

I can't see anything.

Can't you come earlier?

Less than two hours?

Excuse me, sir. I didn't realize it was you.

Here's your bill.

Thanks.

Thank you.

-Good morning. -Welcome, ma'am.

-Lucía Morelos Palacio. -One moment.

The Presidential Suite.

We expected you this afternoon,

it's not ready yet.

No, you expected my husband this afternoon and me now.

I suppose the limo from the network isn't here?

-Sorry, Mrs. Morelos. -Morelos Palacio.

Morelos Palacio. Right.

Our Presidential Suite guest is just about to check out.

Guilty. Marco Stell.

When is your guest checking out?

-Maybe in one or two hours. -You can wait in the spa.

I'll be in the bar. Take care of my bags.

-Yes, ma'am. -Nice meeting you.

Hey, what are you doing?

Getting dressed.

I'm leaving and I don't plan

on walking around naked in the street.

Do you know you almost died yesterday?

Yes, but not today. Today I'm alive.

Up to now.

Sir.

Sorry, visiting time begins at 12:00.

Leave us.

Bye now.

You shouldn't have bothered to come to see me, sir.

No bother at all, Iván.

What bothers me is that body in the funeral parlor.

That really bothers me. You thought I wouldn't find out?

Ana was supposed to clean up the mess,

before you woke up.

Looks like I sleep lighter than you thought.

-I can see that. -Do you?

You see?

-What exactly...? -Why did you kill Moyano?

-Isn't it too early for that? -Is it? For you perhaps.

You don't recognize me.

-No. Should I? -Marco Stell. The TV star?

-Marco. -Stell.

Marco the actor.

Was I supposed to melt the minute I saw you?

Am I right? Is that what usually happens?

You see them, use them and dump them?

Is that it, kind of?

I mean you're a hunk.

You obviously eat properly, take care of yourself.

You must be so freaking good in the sack!

But guess what.

I'm very tired.

And married.

If I wasn't, perhaps.

My suite must be ready by now and I'm dying to take a shower.

So Moyano tried to blackmail you.

With what dark secret did he threaten you,

if you refused to pay?

With Alsina's death, sir.

He died in a car crash while doing the Flamma job.

It was not an accident.

It was a job, and Moyano was the agent we hired to do it.

You paid him to kill Alsina?

Allow me to explain, sir.

The rules are that you have to take care of it.

Can you handle it?

No one would mind if you said no.

-No one? -Don't you trust me?

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

So you had Alsina killed.

So I'd have to do his job and kill that kid?

It was a test

to see if you were still sufficiently competent

to continue as the don.

Sufficiently competent?

Grab your stuff, we're leaving.

-Where to? -What?

Nothing.

Shall we?

Construction collapses. Two dead, one injured.

Scaffolding fails - two dead one seriously injured person.

Soto critically injured.

Soto critically injured.

Where should I take you?

Somewhere we can talk privately. Where do you suggest?

Have you ever considered killing me?

A lot.

Why?

I've been storing a bottle of Scotch for 15 years,

for a special occasion like this.

-Where is it? -At my place.

-Your place it is. -I warn you, it's a long ride.

I've got all the time in the world, Iván.

Don't move. She's approaching you.

Now's the time. Open your eyes.

Look at her little by little.

-Welcome. -Welcome.

You can sit here. Please.

Don't push her.

Not yet.

Good, stay there with her. Make her get used to you.

So you were only relieved the next day?

Yes, but today I'm leaving early.

-I hope so. -Sure.

What's wrong with the boss?

Looking for something?

-For Erika, sir. -She isn't here yet.

-Can I help you? -This just got here for her.

It's the street video she requested.

Let me see that.

What?

What's wrong?

-It's addressed to her, sir. -To her? Really?

Let me see that.

It's not addressed to her.

Don't worry. I'll give it to her for you.

Thanks.

Damn!

Boss, did you see the tape Ortiz brought me?

Of course not. I decided to wait to watch it together.

How kind of you! What did I do to deserve this?

This is no mugging.

It's an execution. Right?

-It's possible. -Very possible.

Sorry. Sorry. Let's continue.

Yes! Come on, Marco!

Come on! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Number One! Yes!

What are you made of?

-Almost perfect. -Almost? What's missing?

-Got a line? -What?

-Coke. -Really?

Best shit you've ever had.

Damn! I'll miss my flight. I'd better hurry.

Give me your number. I want to see you again, okay?

-I have a confession to make. -You do? What?

I don't miss a single episode of your soap.

I knew it. So that was an act downstairs?

I fell in love with you. Well, not you, your part.

So brave and handsome. A guy with balls.

The perfect man.

You see them, use them.

And dump them.

You don't recognize me.

Guilty.

Marco.

More or less?

That won't do you any good.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Hi, I'm here to fix your surveillance cameras.

-Finally. Just a moment. -Okay.

This is it, sir.

I told you it was far.

The keys.

-Seriously, Iván? -What do you mean, sir?

Who else lives here?

As far as I know, there's nobody else here.

You live all by yourself?

I'm rarely alone in this house.

You don't look like the kind that believes in ghosts.

There's a lot about me you don't know, sir.

-Go right ahead. -After you.

Welcome.

I'm not surprised.

-By what? -Your well-stocked library.

Much of it is inherited.

And well kept.

How many of these books have you read?

All of them.

-Can I borrow one? -No.

My granddad always said there're two kinds of fools.

Those that lend books and those that give them back.

Don't you trust me?

Just like you trust me. Not an ounce more or less.

Are you going to kill me?

I'm not sure.

You can have any book you want.

-I like this one. -Don't you have it?

No. Should I?

It's all our agents' bedside book.

Moreira gave me that one.

"Iván:

Where ignorance is bliss,

it's crazy to be wise."

That was Moreira!

My mother was a theater nurse.

And your dad was an eye doctor?

And we thought our aunt was crazy

for keeping our wisdom teeth in a box.

It's not crazy if there's an explanation.

-You? -I have an explanation.

So why do you have two eyes in a bottle of formaldehyde?

To remember the slightest error can cost us our lives.

Put the gun down. Not today, please.

Whose eyes are those?

I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind.

I mind.

It was during the execution of my 13th. job.

Not in front of my kid.

The time isn't negotiable.

You were an agent?

Close the door. He doesn't need to see anything.

And leave my son in the hands of a killer?

And whose hands do you think they're in?

I'd never hurt my kid.

Would you be capable of hurting him?

Yes, if it's necessary.

Look at him in the eyes for a second and tell him so.

You have one second to save his life.

Look at him.

I'm dropping the gun now. Okay, I'm dropping it.

So you killed the kid.

His father killed him.

Right.

A car crash?

A hunting accident.

You're still here? How many times have you seen it?

Not enough.

Go get some sleep. It's useless.

A maze?

Yes, my dad built it.

Unfortunately, it's very easy to figure out.

Where's the Scotch?

Sir.

I can't think of a reason, or a motive,

good enough to kill me.

Having an agent killed to test me isn't enough?

-I just did my job. -Your job?

I never really understood what your role is in this.

-What exactly do you want to know? -Exactly?

Exactly what is your role in this fucking business?

Does it have to be right now?

I don't know, Iván.

I only draw my gun to use it.

What do you say?

I say it's a good time to open that bottle of Scotch.

Got it.

Look.

See that?

I see part of a license plate.

Exactly, that's enough to identify the owner.

If I'm not mistaken,

and I'm no mathematician mind you,

of the 25 million cars out there,

you'll see that what you have covers one percent.

So you'll have to check out 250,000 cars.

That means I'll have to work. What a drag!

The problem is you'll find it when you're retired.

And an old maid.

No doubt, and very happy.

Very happy indeed.

No doubt.

What do you think, sir?

Very good.

Thank you very much.

One more reason to kill you.

There's no need to go so far for a bottle of Scotch.

It's yours.

Pick up the phone damn it.

You were about to tell me

why you're indispensable to our business.

How can I explain it?

Our business is...

...a very complex and delicate piece of machinery.

It demands total dedication.

The necessary training and absolute discretion.

It's like a watch.

That makes you the watchmaker.

The watchmaker, that's me.

I've dedicated my entire life

to making sure the machine runs smoothly.

Please, continue. I'm listening.

I'm in charge of silencing the neighbor's dog,

that barked all night long and kept you awake.

Who the hell do you think you are?

That's none of your business.

I am...

...the insomniac.

Who never forgets

to wind the clock.

I take the trash out.

I am the animal that never doubts.

And has no limits.

Are you there, sir?

I'm right here.

Who'll do whatever it takes...

...in order...

...to make sure nothing...

...ever damages the machinery.

It doesn't matter when, how...

or who.

That's all great, Iván.

But it changes nothing between us.

We don't understand each other, and we can't work like this.

What do you suggest?

Trust, sir.

Trust?

Don't get up, sir!

Do not get up!

Tell me something, Iván. What was that?

You're sitting on a landmine.

-Tell me you're kidding. -That's not my style, sir.

Did I miss something?

Because I'm still a little moved by your speech about trust.

I didn't mean to move you, sir. I just want to win your trust.

Making me sit on a bomb!

You should've seen the guy

who was willing to be blown to pieces

if I couldn't save him.

Save me? I would be safe now if you had warned me.

You would be safe, but I wouldn't.

So this is your plan? A landmine?

It could've been a lot of other stuff actually.

But yes, this is one of them.

-Watch the weight. -In any case...

-Your plan was to kill me. -It still is. Can you defuse it?

I have an idea.

Find something,

find something to use as a makeweight, so I can get up.

-Bad idea, sir. -Yeah? So what's your idea?

Getting as far as possible from the explosion.

-Far? Where's far? -I don't know.

-One, two, three. -What are you doing?

Do you trust my criteria, sir?

Iván.

I'm not too sure right now.

The mine has a gadget

that will set it off if I try to defuse it.

That's some criteria!

What are you doing?

I think I could...

I think I might be able to...

Where are you going?

Iván. Don't move.

Sir, those mines are not exactly high-tech,

so they could never go off, or just explode at any time.

We're wasting time, frankly.

-Fuck! -Shoot, if you want to.

Iván.

Iván!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Iván.

I once read that in World War II

this kind of German bomb failed sometimes,

during the harsh East European winters.

So if I could freeze the mechanism,

that'll give us a couple of seconds,

to get away from the mine before it explodes.

Watch the weight.

I'm going to freeze the mechanism, so that...

...we can get away...

...at least 30 or 40 feet.

Sir?

Good.

At the count of three. One.

Hold on. Hold on. Now.

-From one? -No, continue.

Two. Three.

It failed.

Yes, it failed.

The guys that sold me the mine were trustworthy, sir.

Let's get out of here.

Yes. Let's go.

Can you do it?

Thanks, Ana.

Look, boss.

-What? -I included the manufacturer,

model, color, and the list of owners boiled down to 15.

And then?

And then number 6 appeared.

What are the odds, right?

That's all you have to say?

You're just like all the other cops I know.

Identical.

-Computers? No way. -Why not?

You don't look like a computer person to me.

-What do I look like? -Recite one.

-I don't know any. -A short one. You're a poet.

-No. -Sure you are.

Hey.

The usual, make it double.

Right away, sir.

Thank you.

Kindly allow me the privilege of dining with you.

Here you are.

Everything okay, Mr. Soto?

Everything's the same, why?

-You didn't come yesterday. -It rained.

This city has absolutely no assistance for the disabled.

So when it rains you can't go anywhere.

Have you ever helped someone in a wheelchair?

I just did.

Pour me another.

What a peaceful day you've had.

An eternity.

Can you keep a secret?

It was weird. -Boss, do you really think

it's a miraculous coincidence that Ávila is involved

in somebody's murder, and another's disappearance?

A day you survived in one piece.

You should be pleased and grateful.

Just because 14 guys, besides Ávila,

chose the color and car that's in style,

-is that suspicious? -Seriously?

What's your beef with Ávila?

Two things keep me sane here.

The morning sun.

And the other...

...is you.

-I saw María today. -How is she?

I saw her smile for the first time in ages.

I've had nightmares since I got here.

Until today.

I drink...

...to the dream-catcher

with the loveliest eyes I've ever seen.

My love.

She had a killer smile.

I fell in love with her smile before anything else.

I knew how to make her smile.

Yes, of course.

The master of her smile.

I admit it,

way beyond my own wishes, the reality was overwhelming.

Trial and error. Trial and error.

Until finally,

truth above all other things.

I made a mistake.

I fixed it.

End of story.

Not from where I'm standing.

I got the message. The don showed us who he is.

Are you happy now?

I don't see why you won't continue investigating.

If my partner was murdered like that,

in a car trunk with a bullet to the head,

I wouldn't be able to sleep until I caught the bastard.

I'd follow all the leads.

All the details, all my hunches.

But today I couldn't remember when I last saw her smile.

You just said you saw her smiling today.

But not with me.

With another guy.

It's a huge step forward.

It's not just a smile, sir.

What matters is her decision to open a window.

She's allowing herself to trust again.

-She's starting... -To let another guy seduce her.

Mr. Ávila.

I let her leave without even trying.

And now I have no idea how to win her back.

When her memories come back,

the good ones will, too.

What's wrong?

May I?

I want to tell you something.

A few days ago I told some friends about your problem.

-My problem? -That thing about those people.

Get this clear, Rogelio.

My problem is that those people

are walking as we speak.

Who said you could talk about my problem

to your fucking friends?

I assure you that my friends are totally trustworthy.

Don't explain anything. Just don't.

Here's some more.

Keep the change and your fucking pity.

They're experts in handling your kind of problem Mr. Soto.

-What? -My friends are great

at focusing hatred.

They offer...

...justice.

You understand, right?

Death is also a matter of time.

Three agents are after me thinking precisely about that.

How long will it take them to try again?

How many times can I trick death?

-Not many more. -I wouldn't know.

It's on the house.

But you'll be the first to know.

If I have the answer.

Yes?

Not if I get it first.

Name?

When are you coming?

We'll be expecting you.

I think the worst is over.

Rogelio.

He sounded happy.

It's a miracle.

A miracle in the form of a potential client

by the name of Soto.

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"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.