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Cremation has always seemed to me to be something filthy.

And the heat...

I can't stand the heat.

In this business we need to get accustomed to living in fire.

You get accustomed to living in crap,

if you don't have a choice.

I suppose you have a choice?

Now I do.

I've discovered Promession.

I'm not familiar with it.

Almost nobody is. It's Swedish technology.

And this is the only one in this country.

Instead of burning the body, you freeze it.

You break the ice, extract the water.

And all that's left is dust, just like a cremation,

but without the smell and most importantly,

without the heat.

God bless the Swedes.

Not bad.

What's wrong?

I was thinking about Mr. Juárez. I tried to understand his death.

It all seems so absurd.

All deaths are absurd.

Why didn't he wear the bulletproof jacket?

He was paranoid?

Even the most paranoid guy

would've guessed the trick in a bulletproof jacket.

Unless I forgot to include it

in the list of requisites I sent him.

Isn't it curious you only forgot to inform him?

Selective memory, I guess.

It's probably...

...because...

...he was the only one...

...that tried to kill...

...don Ávila.

What a beautiful sight.

Is it not?

May I?

I prefer fire.

THE WOMAN WITHOUT A FACE

Long time no see.

-Good evening. -Hello. Nicolás Duarte.

You have the Presidential Suite, Doctor.

-Thanks. I need a favor. -Sure.

I'm expecting a young lady. Please send her in.

-Yes, sir. -I won't be disturbed.

-Yes, sir. -Thanks.

You live here?

It's a good place.

To hide from your mother-in-law.

Do I have a partner or not?

Buddy, it's been six months behind a desk,

I can shuffle papers now, but I've had it.

We already discussed this. I agreed and so did you.

End of history. Wasn't I clear enough?

Is something wrong, sir?

You know you can tell me.

Have you walked around this place?

It's the house of a psychopath.

I didn't know I spoke to a mentally sick guy for ten years.

I won't end up like that.

The mentally sick guy is dead.

Yes?

Thanks.

You can change all that, sir.

We can't mistrust everybody.

Betrayal springs from trust.

See you tomorrow?

These things take a few days to be processed.

They'll do it tomorrow.

A friend owes me a favor.

I'm sure of that.

Let's go.

Excuse me, sir. Where are you going?

-Home. -This is your home.

I prefer mine.

-You can have the decor changed. -Out of my way.

After what happened tonight, the don of dons is safe.

You don't need to hide.

Fine. I'll think about it.

-You'd have company. -I don't need any company.

Everybody needs company.

Iván, do you think Linares is right?

That I should move to that house?

I hate admitting it, sir. But he is actually right.

I think you should make it clear that you're taking the job.

Would you move to that house?

I prefer my house, sir. You've already been there.

They're going to kill me.

Thank you.

You must not be afraid.

You need to trust me.

Yes, but you're not out there.

Yes?

Linares sent me.

May I come in?

This place needs a woman's touch.

Got anything to drink?

You're one of those that don't waste any time.

-What do you need, sir? -Did you send me a hooker?

Of course not, sir. I sent you a gorgeous woman.

One that loves using her beauty to give pleasure.

-Why? -Because I thought

you needed some company.

Why don't you do your job and leave me alone?

No worries, sir.

I trust Lina totally, believe me.

The problem is I don't trust you totally.

I think you'd better leave.

Are you sure that's what you want?

Sir?

Look at me in the eyes.

I swear this will be over soon.

They're going to kill me.

Look into my eyes.

I said look into my eyes.

It's me again, Ana.

Can you return my call? I'd appreciate it.

It's Iván again, Chulo.

Remember me?

I'm that guy that always seems to be at peace.

Well then, if you don't return my calls,

you'll meet the other side of me.

Hey, Sánchez.

That's not an attempted robbery. That's an execution.

My partner's calling the art gallery.

Ávila!

Ávila!

Somebody needed to rest.

What? Don't you trust me?

How much is it, Lina?

Nothing.

Linares takes care of that.

Linares.

Good news, I just found you a new partner, baby.

Really? Thanks, boss.

No problem, bro. You deserve it. I pulled some strings.

It wasn't easy, but I did it.

I don't know what to say.

Just say he'll last longer than the others. That's enough.

I didn't mean that. Sorry, buddy.

That's okay, boss.

So who is it? Just out of curiosity.

You don't know him. He's new here.

You'll make a great team, bro.

And this is your first case. Check it out. Top rate.

Who's this guy?

A Puerto Rican that broke out of jail.

They want him back.

But, Sánchez, I beg of you, without a scratch on his face.

What?

Did you know you talk while you sleep?

No, I didn't know that.

Yes, you do. You talk, yell.

You throw punches. A real show.

How much sugar?

One. What else did I say?

That your hands are covered with blood.

You said, "I'm the don of dons".

-Milk? -No.

Hey, by the way.

Who is Erika?

My ex.

What did I say about her?

That she shouldn't have died. But she's not dead, is she?

Of course not. It was just a dream.

What about you?

Are you staying?

How sweet of you. But I can't.

Hey. Why can't you?

-I have to go. I'm late as it is. -Really?

You can make another date with Linares.

I was getting worried.

You shouldn't have. I was just late.

You're never late.

-I never had a reason to be. -What was the reason?

My private life.

You had a private life since the day you were born

and you've never been late.

Life is not a reason.

The things that affect it are those reasons. What was it?

I'm late as it is. I'm sure you understand, Iván.

I can also wait here

until you tell me.

You have nothing better to do?

Nothing urgent.

-See you later. -Are you running late?

I don't know. That depends. People die.

Why not ask for the day off?

Ask who? The dead people?

-Never mind. -What's the matter, Mom?

You asked me that yesterday.

I don't want to be alone.

-Did something happen? -No, No. I just...

What scares you, Mom?

You know what scares me! You know!

-It's okay, Mom. -Why make me repeat it?

Calm down, Mom, calm down. Listen to me. You're safe.

Listen. Remember where your fear is?

-Yes. -Where is your fear?

Yes, yes. In my head.

Stop hurting yourself, Mom.

Think about something else. Forget about that.

I can't. It's not in my head anymore.

It's not in my head anymore.

-Stop it. -It's not in my head anymore.

Stop it!

They phoned me. They did.

They phoned from the prison.

To confirm the address before he's released.

What did you tell them, Mom?

I said nothing, nothing! I hung up.

-Mom, calm down. -He's getting out.

-I'll take care of it. -Don't go!

-Please, don't go. Please. -Alright. Calm down.

It's okay. I'm right here.

-Forgive me. Forgive me. -It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Yes? What did you find out?

Check that out again and call me back.

-Is there a problem? -A huge problem.

I remembered when you were a rookie.

-Who do you talk to about it? -What?

Of our business.

Who do I talk to?

I think you want to ask me if I trust someone.

Someone I could tell my dark tales to.

Without judging me or trying to change me.

Someone who can rescue me

in case what I do becomes so terrible

that I start wishing for my own victims' fate.

Someone to help me live with my nightmares, my anger.

With my damn guilt!

I don't know, Ávila.

You tell me.

Is there anyone like that?

Sir, I'm so glad you called.

Can I have five minutes before you say anything?

-What do you want? -We have a problem, sir.

I'd say we have two.

That's a gloomy view of the situation.

I only mentioned one.

Come over, Iván.

Did anybody know she was meeting you?

Not according to Linares.

Good.

The first thing we need to do is get her out of here now.

Would you happen to have an electric knife?

Where the hell is your damn car?

-It's close. -Why not use the parking lot?

Attracts too much attention.

I'm the kind of guy people refer to nowadays

as "low profile".

Low profile? Give me a break.

You're kidding!

-Get in, man. -Okay.

You call this low profile?

What if Internal Affairs starts asking questions?

-About what? -Where you got the money

to buy this truck, for example.

I guess you can't explain that.

-I could. -Yes?

-Sure. -So tell me,

I wouldn't mind having one of these.

-I have a vice. -I've got several, so what?

I gamble.

Poker, dice, horses... Whatever makes a profit.

I guess you're the only gambler that never loses?

I already proved it to them.

I explained how I got my condo, my bike, my horse.

I bought a horse. Great horse. He won the second race.

How did you prove it?

I showed them the receipt.

I told you I'm good at shuffling papers.

What's the other problem?

We might not be able to execute one of our contracts

-in the time the client requires. -Why not?

Because we still don't know who needs to be eliminated.

-I'm not in the mood for jokes. -I'm not joking, sir.

-What did this guy do? -He's Puerto Rican.

He was pulled over in Texas for speeding

by a female rookie cop.

He thought it was a good idea to blow her brains out.

-So he ran? -He crossed the border

and the Gringos want him back.

They need all their SWATS to get the bastard.

We can't kill him, just nab him.

-I pass. -I'm not doing this alone.

If he's really here we'll call in the feds.

The boss said without a scratch.

I won't be your fifth casualty.

-Where's the damn elevator? -What elevator?

What's your plan? Knocking the door, is that it?

You'd be surprised to see where people play poker.

-I was in a house the other day and... -The cops?

A raid. But I didn't have a problem.

I said I was on a secret mission.

We played No Limit Texas Hold'em.

-What the hell is that? -There's the damn elevator.

Forget it. It's locked on the outside.

-We need to get in anyway. -We need a warrant.

What warrant! We'll wait inside.

-We need to do it right, man. -And we are.

Hurry!

It's him!

Stop, man, stop!

Freeze, you bastard! Sánchez!

Stop, you bastard!

Halt!

Halt, you bastard!

Not one freaking scratch.

As far as I understand,

two things are needed to accept a hit job.

Money and a photograph.

There's no job if one is missing.

Unless it's a hit job with additional features.

You sound like a car salesman.

Maybe that's where the expression comes from.

-Who ordered the hit job? -Doctor Olivera.

I don't remember speaking with her.

Maybe because I spoke with her.

What's the job for?

She wants to avenge her husband's death.

It's curious, but most of our clients

come to us for some kind of revenge.

But she doesn't know who to take revenge on.

We take care of that issue,

and charge three times as much.

How did the husband die?

Working.

Working at what?

It looks like he was a porn star.

He had a lot of talent.

You got your jailbird.

Nobody knows how the hell the porn star died.

And his wife wants us to get back at who, God?

No, or I wouldn't have taken the hit job, sir.

So she blames the actress he screwed?

No, the guy's drug dealer.

Was he an addict?

A workaholic, sir.

He was so popular he got twice as many jobs.

-You follow me? -So I guess his huge talent

you talk so much about just wasn't enough?

Not even one as huge as his, sir.

I assigned the agent I considered most appropriate

to infiltrate that world and go unnoticed.

Who, Chulo?

Very perceptive, sir.

Everything was going just fine, he got inside,

there were no problems until today.

What happened?

The problem is what didn't happen,

since tomorrow night is our deadline.

The last time we spoke,

he hadn't found his objective to eliminate it.

Maybe he has now.

We'd know if he took my calls.

But either he or his phone... One of the two must be dead.

-So keep trying. -Right.

Every ten minutes, sir.

But I don't think that'll work.

I was as clear as I could. Wasn't I clear?

Didn't I explain myself properly or what?

-Yes, boss. -The Gringos wanted him dead,

but they wanted to do it themselves.

-Not us. -He pulled a gun, boss.

El Buitre saved my life. I'll talk to the feds, okay?

No way.

I'll do it. Get out of here.

I'm calling it a day.

I was thinking the same thing.

I'm having some drinks. Want to come?

I think I'd rather play some dice.

Fine, to each his own.

Nice first day together, partner.

Thanks, buddy.

Sánchez.

We're not that jinxed, man.

Call Doctor Olivera.

Tell her to cancel her flight, she just won a free trip,

a one week vacation all expenses paid.

That's not a bad idea, but I already thought of it.

-Then phone her. -I already did.

Okay, Iván. What aren't you telling me?

Doctor Olivera doesn't exist.

What does that mean?

Yes.

When she didn't take my calls I decided to look her up.

And all I found was this Dr. Patricia Olivera

who is 82 years old,

has Parkinson's and is missing a leg.

A leg?

Yes, but I found a picture of the woman we're looking for.

From the security camera we have at the funeral parlor.

Fortunately I managed to take a pretty clear picture.

It's on your desk.

So take it to Sánchez and tell him to find her.

I don't think that's possible.

The last conversation I had with Sánchez

was really tense and hostile.

So I understand why he won't take my calls.

What does tense and hostile mean?

I told him I didn't like his tone,

and he responded with...

"Screw my freaking tone".

-Screw my freaking tone? -Yes, sir.

I was worried about you.

I thought you didn't pick up because you were dead.

I'm really glad you worry about me.

What?

You won't take my calls.

-I have nothing to say to you. -Well I do.

Chulo.

Who do you think it is?

What's your game, Sánchez?

-My game? -Yes.

To not dishonor myself.

Since when do you care about that crap?

Since I met you.

Any other question?

You know there's only two ways to quit.

One of them is suicide.

-I'm just quitting. -Not the same thing.

I'm getting out one way or the other.

So kill me if you have to. Don't just announce it.

Take a day off, think about it.

-What for? -I'd rather not kill you.

-So now you care about me? -Get this clear, idiot.

Preferring not to kill you doesn't mean I care about you.

I don't like killing cops. It makes me uncomfortable.

It makes you uncomfortable?

How did you feel about Erika?

So, baby? How about a lap dance?

What'll it be, a lap dance, tying you up or what?

Get rid of her.

See you later, baby.

What now?

You know the answer to that.

You need to make a choice.

Sorry, if those are my only two options,

this just won't work.

I can die, but that other thing is a bitch.

What do you want, Sánchez? What do you want?

You know all I did to save her life?

-What did you do? -Everything, idiot, everything.

Everything.

Every time you failed, when you couldn't control her,

who do you think cleaned up your mess?

-Who? Who? -You want to hear the truth?

Then put the gun away.

What's wrong, don Ávila?

You need it to talk to me man to man?

-I'm not one of your whores. -No, of course not.

I respect them.

At the police department we have a name for guys like you.

Rats. Rat bastards.

You'd do anything for a couple of pesos.

And we called them rats because they're cowards.

That's what you really are. A freaking coward, you bastard.

Says the guy that shot his wife to death.

That's why they killed Erika. Because you're such a coward.

Why don't you just kill me?

I would've killed you ages ago if I wanted to.

Then what the hell do you want?

That woman.

I need to know who she is. Find her.

I'm expecting a young lady. Send her in.

They're going to kill me.

I've seen this woman.

-What? -At the station.

The two times I saw her she was...

...with Erika Duarte.

You have to trust me.

You're the only chance I have to do justice.

To trust all is foolish. To trust none is clumsy.

"Kill well to live better". Anonymous.

IN MEMORY OF JOSÉ GUTIÉRREZ