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Yes?

Blas?

It's Ávila.

Don Ávila, how are you?

What can I do for you?

May I please speak with the Croatian, Blas?

If you mean Mr. Ivanisevech, I'm afraid I can't.

It's important.

It would be a pleasure, but the don is gone.

Blas, how come you have his phone?

He left it behind.

Do you know when he'll be back?

Never.

I never ask him something like that.

Don Ávila.

Please, tell him I need to see him.

That it's important.

It will be a pleasure.

BEAST'S MERCY

-Do you live here? -No, they know where I live.

It's the first place they'd look.

Whose place is this?

It's my sister's.

She lives abroad.

It's okay. Don't worry.

They don't know this place. We're safe here.

Thanks for saving me.

Thank you.

I'm not a murderer.

Let's eat something.

Somebody's coming! Somebody's coming!

-Somebody's coming! -Don Ávila.

Can I help you?

Valdez, why did you stash this gun under your desk?

You work with the dead. What are you scared of?

You never know.

True, you never know.

I sucked at interrogations as a cop.

I didn't have the patience.

-That's probably why it didn't work out. -Sir?

I have a few questions,

and I'd like you to answer just yes or no.

-Sure, sir, whatever... -Yes...

or no.

Yes.

Blas.

Is this a bad time?

I did it, Iván.

I did the hit, Iván, I did it.

He never saw it coming.

Not for an instant.

I promise to clean this mess up.

It's a shame to have to clean up because...

Because this is... It's a work of art.

It is.

Will you take me to Ávila afterwards?

I'd like to see my new workplace.

The worst is over.

Yes.

The worst is over.

Having trouble sleeping?

I don't see why you're a threat to them.

You don't know?

I only know they were watching you.

And now they want you dead.

They should be scared of me.

Scared of what?

You convinced a monster that you can ruin his life.

I can.

Mr. Bianchi.

Nice to meet you. I'm Javier Herrera.

I have a case that might interest you.

I understand, I'm a very busy man too,

but I'll be very brief.

There's a lot of money involved.

I'll give you the address.

Mr. Bianchi.

Mr. Herrera.

First, I'd like to make clear

that I don't usually do things this way.

That's not necessary.

I'm aware of your total honesty and integrity.

Now that that's clear, let's get to the point.

What is your proposal?

I'd like to help you out with your financial issues.

I think you're misinformed, Mr. Herrera.

You're about to lose your house.

-I'm taking care of it. -And I'd like to help you.

In exchange for what?

A client of yours. Mauro Lopez, 24 years old.

Do you know who I mean?

Sure, an attorney never forgets

an innocent client who's convicted.

What about him?

I want to help him too.

Look.

I found this.

These are my sister's things. See if they're your size.

I hope so.

Thanks.

For what?

Good morning, princess.

Good morning.

-What are you cooking? -Eggs for breakfast.

Is there any honey?

-I don't think so. -It's okay.

-I'll get some honey. -It doesn't matter.

I'll get you your honey.

It's not far. I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Mauro López, you have a visitor.

I'm listening.

How are you doing?

Me?

Fine, thank you. How are you doing?

Okay.

-What's that? -Let's just say it's the key

to you spending more time in the open air.

Those are adoption papers.

All you need to do is sign and accept the terms.

Adoption?

You're kidding.

How can I look after a kid in here?

-It's not a kid. -What then?

Guard.

-A dog? -Yes, a dog.

You will feed him. Get him to exercise.

-Take care of him. -What do I need a dog for?

If you sign these papers,

you'll get three hours a day in the patio.

The patio?

Have you seen the bastards out there?

They'll kill both of us on the spot.

You'll be transferred to a minimum-security wing.

To keep you away from guys that can hurt you.

The dog or you.

For real?

Is that it?

I just need the warden's signature.

I'm going to see him now.

I'll be back.

May I?

Sir.

I took care of both issues, sir.

What do you mean?

The hit on the Croatian and the guy that did it.

-Who did you send? -I did it myself.

He was your friend.

It was my job, sir.

It's against the rules to raise your hand against a don

without the council's permission.

Iván...

do you have any limits?

I don't understand the question, sir.

It's very simple.

Is there a line you'd never cross?

I'm having a kind of...

bad feeling.

That's between us.

But I think someone else is involved in Emiliano's death.

What makes you say that?

I don't know, it's just that,

it was practically impossible

for his neck to snap at that height.

I'm no expert. You must have a theory.

What do you think?

I suppose that since he hanged to death,

it would sound logical.

I thought so too.

But after I read the report again and again...

...I realized it's impossible.

His neck couldn't snap at that height.

Not on his own.

What did you see when you got there?

Well I...

The first thing I saw

was Emiliano and that girl hanging there.

There was a chair on the floor.

I have some questions for you,

and I'd like you to answer simply yes or no.

Did you fill out the medical examiner's report

of my son's death?

Yes.

-His neck was broken? -Yes.

And you decided to omit that detail from the report?

It was an irrelevant lesion...

I decide what's relevant or not.

Tools all over the place, Anna was on my left...

Did you lie in the report or not?

Yes.

-Why, Valdez? -I tried to help him grabbing his legs.

I don't know what you mean. All I did...

It was false, Iván told me to say it was a suicide.

If only I had gotten there five minutes earlier.

That's it?

Are you sure that's all you saw?

That's all I saw, sir.

-Ivan told you to lie to me. -No, sir.

-Ivan's to blame for it. -Drop it!

Drop it.

This isn't mine, officer.

It's Dr. Valdez's. I'm sure he has his permit.

Why are you here?

I heard my kid was murdered, it wasn't a suicide,

so I came over to ask him, right, Doc?

I was just leaving.

Ana was there with me. She saw the same thing.

Right.

Talk to her.

Remember it was Ismael who got Emiliano in trouble.

-Nobody else. -Yes. Probably.

You're probably right, maybe Ismael hanged him,

and since that didn't work he broke his neck.

As a hit-man, Ismael wasn't very tidy.

I have another theory.

I'd love to hear it.

Take this to Bianchi. He's in prison.

There's the address and the money.

-May I ask where you're going? -No, you may not, Iván.

I want to see my son's body.

I'll sign the papers.

You were saying?

Are you in a hurry or what?

No, no.

I'm just curious.

I thought my son's murderer was dead.

And he isn't?

What are you staring at?

I'm trying to figure out what kind of a creep you are.

-Yes he is, but... -But what?

I don't know.

Iván.

Ana. Valdez.

Iván. Ana. Valdez.

There's something they're not telling me.

You're dead.

It's done. He signed everything.

That's yours, counselor.

Help me understand something.

Are you saying they put the noose around his neck?

No, of course not.

-I'm not saying that. -What then?

I just think..

...they're lying to me.

Are you sure?

No, they'd be dead if I was sure.

So what will you do?

I don't know what to do. I have no idea.

What should I do?

-Thank them. -Thank them for what?

Don't play dumb with me.

You do the dirty work so others won't have to.

Does it surprise you that your guys do the same to you?

Your son's fate was written long before he died.

And through his own fault.

His death was imminent.

Honestly,

the executioner's identity is irrelevant.

Are you still there?

-Hey, what's your hurry? -I have tons of work to do.

Where are you going?

I was assigned some anti-doping cases today.

-Tell Dr. Gonzalez I sent you. -Sure.

You stupid woman!

Yes?

What do you want?

My partner's been calling the art gallery.

-And? -What do you want me to do?

I can't stop her from calling or going there.

Or pay you a visit, for that matter.

What's bugging you, Sánchez?

Everything.

-Everything's bugging me. -That's your problem.

All you need to worry about

is carrying out my orders.

Whatever I want.

Your only concern should be to serve me.

Are you listening to me?

Is it registering in that dumb head of yours?

Are you hearing what I'm saying to you?

Yes or no?

Yes or no, you shitty cop? Yes or no?

Do you work for me? Yes or no?

Good morning, sir.

Ana, do you know where Iván is? I can't find him anywhere.

No, I haven't seen him.

Isn't it weird he isn't here yet?

I'm sure he's working on something, sir.

Hello.

Hello.

Ivanisevich.

-Maybe I can help? -I'm sure you can.

Yes?

Ana, could you guys have saved my kid?

I don't understand, sir.

It's a very simple question.

Could you guys save my son? Yes or no?

I was tied up.

Iván wasn't tied up.

Then talk to Iván, sir.

Is that your reply?

Yes, that is my reply.

What's it all about?

What do you owe him?

When I find out the truth...

and trust me I will...

what makes you think...

I'll have pity on you?

Do what you have to, don Ávila.

That was close.

He could've killed me and you did nothing.

-For a moment... -You did nothing!

He'll get over it.

What makes you think he'll change tomorrow?

I hope so.

It would be a shame to have to kill him.

-You look great. -But I feel terribly weird.

-No. You look great. -Thank you.

There's something you haven't told me.

What's that?

You said you're not a murderer.

But you haven't said who you are.

-I'm an actor. -An actor?

-You're kidding. -No, it's true.

Why would they hire an actor?

To create the man of your dreams.

Play a part for me.

-Yes, play a part for me. -Give me a break, María.

-Please. -No.

-Please! -María.

Really?

Who courted a broken woman like her?

Who has conquered her heart even so?

Will she be mine?

But I won't have her for too long.

Imagine that!

That she should humiliate herself before me.

I took the life of the handsome Prince,

making her the widow of a sorrowful bed.

Compared to me,

all of me...

is not worth half her husband.

Compared to me.

A deformed cripple.

Is your name Octavio at least?

Octavio was my first dog. A Catalan sheepdog.

My name is Mauricio.

I swear I don't know what she sees in me.

A very handsome man.

I'll get myself a mirror.

I'll have 20 or 30 tailors

create new styles to enhance my looks.

Ask me anything. I'll tell you everything.

Now that I know how handsome I am,

I'll invest whatever's necessary to stay so.

Is there anything real about you?

-Is there anything real? -María!

You tell me.

-Is there? -I don't know.

And while I get that mirror,

may the sun shine eternally.

So that while I walk...

-I'm so confused. -Look at me.

...I can see my black shadow.

That's enough! Don't come any closer!

Do you think I lied when I kissed you?

I don't know what to believe. Or what to think.

Because if you see a lie,

the best thing you can do for both of us

is to kill me.

Look into my eyes and decide.

Either love me...

or kill me.

This job is getting weirder by the minute.

Imagine what's ahead.

I need all the numbers in that phone.

All incoming and outgoing calls. Alright?

In 48 hours, detective.

No, right now. I can't wait 48 hours.

I can't do that. I need to register it downtown.

Then a judge has to sign the warrant.

Then just give it to me and I'll do it.

You know I can't do that.

-I need to gain time. -Yeah? I need to keep my job.

So you're the reason why I'll see the sun every day.

In exchange for what? What did they give you?

Did they just lock you up?

Go fetch it champ. Go get it.

Come here.

Over here. Over here. Good boy.

-Let's go. -It's been 3 hours already?

He was a premature baby.

He spent two months in an incubator.

The doctors got Maria nervous with their percentages.

We were all nervous, really.

He was so tiny.

But he put up a fight.

You need to sign this for the exhumation.

Why are you doing this?

-What? -All of this.

To find out the truth.

The truth?

I don't have kids, but I can imagine your pain.

I guess we want the same thing, right?

Discovering the truth.

The truth won't bring my son back.

How long do we need to hide?

I guess until your husband is in prison.

But that depends on you and what evidence you have.

If it's solid enough we can stay together.

Yes, it is solid enough.

I hid two things before they locked me up.

What things?

A bracelet he gave his mistress.

A cop came to my house.

She was missing.

There must be thousands of those bracelets.

He gave me a dead woman's bracelet.

I'm so sorry.

What else did you hide?

I was kidnapped before they locked me up.

My son's friend, who worked for my husband,

told me that my husband

was the leader of a group of hit-men.

He turned my son into a killer.

After the kidnapping, I was in the hospital,

he admitted everything.

I wrote everything down so I wouldn't forget.

It's all in a letter I hid.

I'm sure there's enough

to make sure the bastard will never live in peace.

I just need someone willing to dig them up.

I can make sure the cops find both things.

And then...

WE'RE OUT OF HONEY I'LL BE RIGHT BACK

Dig where?

In Emiliano's grave.

Our first time in the patio,

he ran after me and I ran too, until he jumped on me.

We played for like two hours until I got tired,

and I made him fetch my shoe which is all chewed up.

My, my, Mauro.

Look, this is the reason I'm here today.

-What is it? -A surprise. Open it.

So you'll take care of your shoes.

That's his favorite toy.

He loved it at the shelter.

That's why it's all chewed up.

Looks great to me.

Thanks, Carlos.

Thanks. He'll love it.

Understood. I'll tell him now. You don't need to do anything.

You finally deigned to show up. Where the hell were you?

I know we have to talk,

but I had some urgent business to take care of.

Screw your business, Iván.

It's not my business. Actually it's yours, sir.

What is it?

That was Dr. Mola and there's news.

Please, tell me you didn't sign your son's exhumation.

I did, yesterday, why?

We need to move fast.

Move where, Iván? Where do you want to go?

It's your wife.

She put the bracelet and a signed confession

in Emiliano's casket.

Hi there. Look what I have.

Take it easy.

Let's get started, Topo. We know what to do here.

We need to remember the steps, how to do it,

who and when to do it.

It's a surprise.

-Calm down. -Are you ready, boy?

Now!

Hold on! Hold on!

Calm down.

Good boy! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!

It'll hurt more now.

Hold on! Hold on!

That's how mad I am!

This is his favorite toy.

Mad enough to rip his throat out.

He'll love it.

Mauricio, we still have some honey.

Mauricio's coming back.

He's got a gun.

-Who? -Mauricio.

That actor?

No, I don't think so.

-What did you do to him? -I paid him. What else?

-You liar. -Why would I lie to you?

Because you can't stand the fact that someone noticed me.

Loves me.

Touches me.

He's coming back for me.

You no longer control him or me.

Not anymore.

María, María...

Do you have any idea...

of how much I loved you?

You were everything to me.

Everything.

I don't even know who you are.

I'm the same guy I always was.

In fact only you know who I am.

All I see is a murderer.

And a coward that killed his own son.

There has to be another way.

Going back to that clinic you sent me to?

Forgetting what you are, what you did to Emiliano?

What happened to Emiliano was Emiliano's fault.

Nobody else's.

Sure.

That's what you tell yourself every night so you can sleep?

That his suicide has nothing to do with you being a murderer.

He didn't kill himself. He was murdered.

It was Ismael.

After he kidnapped you, he killed our boy.

I killed him for what he did to Emiliano.

Bravo! The father of the year!

The father of the year killed his son's murderer.

Don't blame anybody. Blame yourself.

The cops were after Emiliano, remember?

For homicide, for murder.

Would you have preferred to see him in jail?

I would have preferred to see him alive, motherfucker!

He was a kid.

A kid, an innocent kid,

contaminated with all those shitty genes of yours.

Destined to be like you.

But he didn't have your luck.

Nobody's got your luck.

Why are you alive and not him?

You should be dead.

Ten thousand dollars,

a plane ticket and your passport.

Take it, María. This is your last chance.

That will take you far away.

You can start a new life.

Forget me, forget...

Forget all of this.

Start all over again.

That's the opportunity I offer you.

Thanks for the opportunity.

But guess what I'm going to do.

I'll tell everybody who you are...

because I'm not scared of you.

I hate you.

I hate you!

And I swear I'll never rest until you're rotting in jail,

or in one of the caskets you sell.

That'll never happen.

Never.

María.

María, can't you see I don't want to...?

What, kill me?

I'm dead already.

I died with Emiliano.

I'm only here to bury you.

María.

Roberto, I thought we didn't have...

-Sir. -What?

Topo didn't do the job.

But don't worry. I know what I need to do.

Leave him alone.

THERE'S NO ROOM FOR PITY

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.