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I don't want to die!

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning.

Happy birthday.

My love.

-Does the budget cover it? -Yes, sir.

What did you change?

Nothing, just the drywall.

-No. -But. sir...

I said no. This building needs solid walls.

Concrete walls.

Sir, nowadays everything is in drywall.

Stop it. Stop it.

Why are our great cathedrals still standing after 400 years?

While the modern crap that's built in a month,

fall apart in five years, why?

Because there was no such thing as dry wall.

Build things right and build them once.

Build them bad and build them twice.

Your 11 o'clock is here.

-On the speaker, please. -Yes, sir.

-Okay? -Yes, sir.

Don't.

-Nothing? -No, sir.

God damn it!

Pick up, bitch!

-Mr. Juárez Junior's office. -Juárez Junior?

It's the boss.

Wipe that smirk off your face.

He was drunk.

Driving the wrong way.

And my son, he was simply crossing the street,

walking to school.

Look,

I don't know

what kind of friends this guy has,

or how much he paid, but...

...suddenly the cops stated that...

That he wasn't driving the wrong way.

That he was totally sober.

That my son practically ran into the car.

Now my kid is dead and this son of a bitch is free.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Martinez.

Have you considered any particular solution?

-But I do need something. -Yes?

I want him to see me.

I must look at him in the eyes when it happens.

I want him to know it's payback.

Dad.

Can we talk?

What is it, son?

I'd like to do the Martinez hit myself.

-What? -You're not doing that hit.

Why?

Must I remind you what happened the last time?

-Dad, you know that I... -Do you go to the meetings?

Of course.

-Son! -I can't run the business,

if you don't trust me with one hit.

Run the business?

You can't even take care of yourself, Claudio.

How can you run the business?

It's a slow process.

You must learn to crawl before you can walk.

Just keep working, and when you're ready,

I'll let you know.

Claudio!

-Alright? -Yes, sir.

See you tomorrow.

Detective, the phone records you requested.

Let me see.

-Is this all? -Yes, the boys did overtime.

Then thank the boys for me.

A lot of overtime.

You shouldn't have bothered, detective. See you.

I can't believe he did it.

He did what any don has to do in that situation.

-But she's his wife, Iván. -Was.

-The mother of his son. -One problem less to deal with.

What's going to happen when only you two are left?

Ana, do you have any idea

how Mrs. Ávila put a bracelet and a confession

in Emiliano's casket?

You can't think I had anything to do with it.

Before María Ávila was committed,

the don let her see her son.

She didn't go to the funeral.

That was the only time she saw him dead.

I asked you to watch her.

-What's your question? -Did you do your job?

Of course I did my job. I was with her all the time.

Except...

She asked for a moment alone with him.

She had just lost a son.

Why would I deny her that?

Precisely because of that.

I wasn't thinking.

You made a mistake, Ana.

I know. Ma'am.

Your error was very costly.

-You killed his son. -For the firm.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll continue doing my job,

until the don decides otherwise.

You understand it won't be easy to tell him about your mistake.

Interesting, this sudden urge of yours

to tell don Ávila everything.

-It's very simple... -Don't worry, Iván.

I'll tell him myself.

Don Ávila.

Sorry, it was open,

and it seemed there's no one in your office.

May I come in?

I'd like to hire your services.

When did the person die?

Not yet.

Let's get to the point, don Ávila.

I need you to eliminate this guy.

Let's skip the protocol.

I don't have an appointment and no "magnet" sent me.

I'm a hitman. I work for Claudio Juárez.

You know him quite well, sir.

Besides being my boss,

he's also my father.

So let me rephrase that.

I need you...

...to kill my father.

Who the hell are you?

Claudio Juárez. My dad is Claudio Juárez.

How do I know that?

I know all about "magnets" and the council.

I'm not here to kill you, so you can't kill me.

It's against the rules.

Why do you want your dad dead?

Because I'm replacing him.

Excuse me, who is this?

Hello. Excuse me, who is this?

López & Associates.

An international art transportation firm?

Okay. Okay.

No, no, that's all.

She said she wanted to say goodbye to her son.

I got distracted, sir,

and, during my distraction, your wife placed the bracelet

and her confession in the casket.

-The rules state... -Shut up, Iván!

Yes, sir.

Anything else, Ana?

Working for you was a pleasure, sir.

You're not fired, Ana. Don't worry.

-But, sir... -I said shut up, Iván.

In one of the freezers there's the body...

María's body.

I want you to do your best.

Yes, sir.

What, Iván?

What?

Will you let her live?

-I just did. -But, sir...

I'd think you want her dead, if I were more suspicious.

-I certainly do not, sir. -You're pressing a lot.

It's nothing personal, sir.

I'm concerned about her irresponsibility,

and its dropping on the wrong ears.

Whose ears? Only the three of us know that.

Perhaps you plan to tell somebody?

-Of course not, sir. -Wise decision.

What do you plan to do with your wife's body, sir?

Ashes.

Asking Ana to do the job is a...

How should I put it? The wrong choice.

Why don't you discreetly get the bracelet and the letter

before the cops dig up my son's body?

Iván.

They can't know we were there first.

Yes?

Hello.

Estimated time she went missing?

The nurse on duty reported it

during his night rounds at about 8:00 pm.

-Did she take her things? -No. Nothing.

There were two shots.

The last one to the heart.

You had no choice.

Yes, I know.

You gave her a chance to run, to be free.

She chose not to live.

I am already dead.

I died with Emiliano.

As I see it, she...

killed herself.

Ávila.

Did you hear what I said?

You think I'm wrong?

So why are you hurting so much?

I am not hurting.

I feel no guilt, no pain, no hatred, no sadness, nothing.

Not even anxiety.

I just don't feel anything.

-Mister... -Ávila.

Did your wife ever show signs of wanting to leave here?

Are you serious? You tell me...

Shouldn't you be grateful? It was the most painful option.

-And the only option. -Why don't you ask something relevant?

Where does Mrs. Ávila go?

Who did she talk to in this nuthouse?

I don't think that was my only option.

You know it was.

She despised you.

Destroying you mattered more than living.

-I'll bury you. -You gave her peace.

I wish we could all see the world

from the pedestal you're on.

Let me rephrase that. Your wife...

-Yes? -Ávila, this is Erika, detective Duarte.

We need to talk.

Not today, maybe tomorrow.

-It has to be today. -I'm afraid I'm being interviewed

by a colleague of yours.

What do you mean?

My wife escaped from the clinic. Some other time?

Okay, tomorrow, 9:00 am at the police station.

So how do you plan to find my wife?

Talk to me about the blind guy with the dog.

Topo, right?

I never thought the dog would get so close to him.

It's unpredictable.

You mean it can't be done?

-I need more time. -You've failed me before.

You know what the rules say about that.

I know, sir, but Topo...

Topo my ass, he's a dog. You're human. I hire humans.

Topo is just a tool you idiot. Don't play dumb with me.

I won't kill a poor dog, it's not responsible.

What did you say?

It's all your fault.

-What about the rules? -Got it?

Yes, sir.

There's no need for that.

For what?

Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I can't see.

Look, sir, the job you gave me isn't easy,

that's why you called me.

And as far as I know it's still pending.

The boy trusts Topo.

So if you want the job done, you'll have to trust me.

What do you plan to do?

The job, sir.

You have 20 hours.

You disobeyed the council's order to kill the cop.

You refused to punish a careless employee.

You'd better not forget who you are.

And your colleague died

so you could ignore the rules you must obey.

The problem is those damn rules and these jerks playing dons,

that's the problem.

Have a seat.

How are you?

Bad. Really bad.

The last job was a mess. Everybody found out.

Nobody wants to hire us.

We've been blacklisted.

We're the laughing stock among hitmen, a joke.

We should never have accepted to kill a don.

Well, the holiday is over.

I have a job for you.

Seriously?

-Who do we have to whack? -A don.

I need to know your exact plan before you carry it out.

So you won't fail again.

Look, if you think you can't handle it,

you can say no, there's the door, get out.

But I think it's perfect to redeem yourselves.

What would your mom think of you?

We'll do it. We accept, sir. Alright.

Alright.

Thank you, sir.

Yes?

-Mr. Claudio Juárez? -Who is this?

Don Ávila.

Mister trouble himself. What's up?

-We need to talk. -So talk.

No. In person.

That's funny, there's a problem,

and the council called an emergency meeting

to deal with it.

-I wasn't notified. -Sure, you're the problem.

We still need to talk privately.

No offense, but unless there's an issue that justifies it,

I'd rather not.

The issue that justifies it is you Mr. Juárez.

Dinner this evening?

-Wherever you like. -Club Reforma at 9:00.

Sir?

Get the bracelet and the letter

out of my son's casket before the cops do.

I'm on it, sir.

Delicious!

I told you to wear a tie.

-Sorry, Dad. -You do know where we are.

Yes, Dad.

Mr. Juárez is expecting you.

Go right ahead, sir.

Don Ávila.

So nice to see you again.

Same here. I thought it was just us.

I hope you don't mind. I thought my son could join us.

Nice to meet you, sir. I've heard a lot about you.

Half of it is false. Watch where you put your hands.

Please.

Thanks, nothing for me.

Don Ávila, let's skip the formalities, please.

The beef here is great. The scotch.

A shot of Mescal.

-Which one? -The house's.

I'll have the onion soup, a Pittsburgh Rib Eye.

A baked potato. And the same for my son.

Looks like trouble follows you everywhere.

What can I tell you?

I don't get it. Our job is so simple.

What's your problem?

I guess I have a lot to learn, Mr. Juárez.

Did you hear that?

He has a lot to learn. A don.

All we need in order to learn is the willpower.

Do have the willpower, don Ávila?

I'd like to think so.

To Moreira.

-A good teacher. -The best.

-And a good friend. -So what do you need?

This is a don you're with, mister.

Show some respect.

Forgive him don Ávila. Kids are impatient nowadays.

Don't worry Mr. Juárez,

kids nowadays don't realize that time...

...is a luxury.

One which you, Mr. Juárez, will soon stop enjoying.

I've been hired to kill you.

-What's the deadline? -Twenty-four hours.

Gentlemen, I have to go.

-Shitty rules, right? -Shitty rules?

The rules are all we have

to stop us from turning into beasts.

The rules are saving your life as we speak.

Or else I'd wring your neck with my bare hands!

Because there's no way one of your hitmen

can get rid of me.

Got it?

Got it?

Got it.

Get out!

-That job I mentioned. -Yes, Dad?

It's yours.

It's time you started learning.

Are you leaving?

I'm leaving.

Don Ávila isn't pleased with us.

You messed up.

You messed up, and it's not because you missed.

What makes me mad is

you crapped on what I did for you.

You crapped on it.

Aren't you glad I got you out of that stinking pigsty?

Screw the blind guy you said. Here, have some.

-What are you doing here? -You wanted to talk?

Downtown tomorrow. Not at my place.

-I can't make it tomorrow. -How do you know my address?

I was a cop, remember?

Ana.

You know?

Good night.

You just have to kill him. Rip his fucking throat out!

You wagged your tail, right? You prefer him?

Who do you prefer? Okay. If he lives...

We're screwed.

You must choose.

So?

Mr. Ivanisevich.

-I can't believe this... -Did you kill him?

-What? -Did you kill him or not?

What are you talking about?

You were the last person to call him.

Want to see the records?

I spoke with his PA.

-Who's dead too. -Did I kill him?

-I don't know, but... -You need to back off.

Can't you see what's going on?

-Get out! -You're nobody.

-You want to die, is that it? -Get out!

Can't you see you're nothing? Insignificant?

You're nothing. Nobody.

-Let go. -I can't protect you.

I don't need your protection.

-What is it, Iván? -Sir, the council meets in two hours.

I texted you the address.

I know where it is.

No, sir, it changes every time. For security purposes.

I have two hours then.

I have something you might find handy, sir.

What?

Erika Duarte is alive.

Our patience with don Ávila is...

...practically exhausted.

So therefore, Ávila, any final words?

You're welcome.

We're welcome?

What for?

Because although this council signed it's death sentence

by ruling in favor of Mr. Ivanisevech,

I decided not to comply

to save my life and every single one of you.

This is Mr. Ivanisevech's personal computer.

Inside you will find our names,

our income, our expenses,

jobs executed, everything.

That's a lie.

I knew Lasar.

He was a lot of things, but never a traitor!

We'll do that later.

Ávila. Continue.

I was about to do the job,

when a cop in my payroll told me that officer Duarte

requested a search warrant for the Croatian's art gallery.

If I had killed her,

any judge would've granted the warrant immediately.

-Enough. -May I?

No, you may not! Madam.

We're listening.

Guys,

this...

...was Lasar's life insurance.

I don't believe you.

I don't care.

Guys, the Croatian was going to sell us all out,

the instant a cop came knocking on his door.

So?

That's it?

Is this jerk going to pee all over us again?

No, we're going to watch it and discuss it.

Why wait? Watch it now!

We'll discuss it privately without don Ávila.

Ávila, you may leave. We meet again in two days.

No way.

We solve this now.

Mr. Juárez!

You heard the lady.

We'd better meet in two days when our heads have cooled off.

-Good morning, Erika Duarte. -That was a mistake.

Or an answer.

That can't happen again.

What a shame.

-We need to stop this before... -Before what?

Before it gets more complicated.

Okay?

-If that's what you need. -Yes, it's what I need.

Anything else?

Yes.

Emiliano's exhumation is tomorrow afternoon.

Thanks.

Hey, champ.

You can unleash him now.

He won't do anything. He doesn't bite.

Forget it. Come here.

Topo, come here.

From this moment on,

no contact.

No hellos. No dog.

You're little act is over.

-I don't get it. -You don't get what, idiot?

What part don't you get?

Tell me, what?

Maybe I should talk slower?

It is over.

-It's bad. -I know, but just how bad?

If the council needs two days to reach a decision,

and during that time you kill Mr. Juárez,

your colleagues will think

you're a threat to the entire business,

and they won't rest until they kill you.

Let's go.

Go back to your shitty cell.

Wait! Wait!

Tell me why. Why are you doing this to me?

Because you don't deserve him.

A killer like you doesn't even deserve a dog.

You know what?

Why don't you be the dog?

Think about it. Good idea.

-I can't let you take him away. -How are you going to stop me?

So?

I should cancel the job.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, son.

Coward!

Should I cancel the job?

Cancel the job. Call the Chivalsiks.

Hi there.

Nice to meet you.

You're wondering why you're here, right?

Turns out this is a party.

And you are our guest of honor.

I was told that...

That you're a tough guy.

That you whacked four guys out there.

All there is in here is a little bitch.

Want to know who paid for the party?

Mr. Martínez.

Come closer.

Voice mail. I think they're already there.

The exhumation's tomorrow. Hurry.

There's just a little bitch.

A bitch that has an owner.

Or rather, with several owners right?

Go on you little bitch, go back to your owner.

Remember me?

Remember my son?

He was just nine, you bastard!

Nine! His name was Nicolás!

He's my dog! My dog!

Get your friends to save you, motherfucker!

Die, bitch!

He's my dog! Mine!

Die, motherfucker!

Die, motherfucker!

You chose me, Topo!

Yes, that's my Topo!

Awesome!

Great job! Awesome!

Dad.

I love you.

Drop the gun, Mr. Juárez.

Kick it towards me.

I don't like guns.

You want to kill me?

Do you know who I am? Juárez. Don Juárez.

Fine.

I'll grant you the honor of trying to kill me.

Come closer.

Come closer. Come on!

Come on! Come closer!

Come on!

Now!

DONS MUST BE RESPECTED AS PARTNERS OF THE SAME FIRM

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.