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I know you're in there, idiot!

Open up! I want my money back!

-You want me to call your mom? -Okay. I'm coming.

Stop it!

Come in.

You're alive again.

Got a beer?

I ran out of beer. But you'll like this even more.

-What? -This.

What's up, buddy? Are we doing that job or not?

Don't miss this chance, I sure won't.

Calm down. It's not a complicated plan.

All we need for this job is a bomb squad outfit.

It's true. Are you dumb or what?

We also need one of those armored robots.

In two days.

Phone me.

THE HACKING BELLS

Mom.

What is it now?

Calm down. Calm down.

One phone call doesn't mean he'll be released.

Listen to me.

You know the only way he'll get out of jail is dead.

You want me to find the woman?

The woman or the agent if it's El Chulo.

Any one of them.

I have to go. I'm working. Me too.

Need anything?

Yes.

What?

I need to know what you need.

To do my job. I'm behind schedule.

I mean what do you need to get things done on time?

It's the first time I'm late. Can't you accept that?

I can accept it.

It's the reasons that I can't ignore.

My mother's sick. I had to take care of her.

Your mother? You live with your mother?

Is that weird?

-You never mentioned her. -Have you ever mentioned yours?

Maybe because my mother's life isn't interesting enough

for me to mention her.

What makes you think my mom's life is?

Because you get so nervous when you talk about her.

And I've never seen you like that before.

Sir, if I'm to continue working for you,

there are a few conditions we need to discuss.

Conditions?

I don't want another dead cop on my hands.

-Agreed. -Or have to pick up your trash.

Dead bodies, evidence, weapons...

Torched cars or anything else.

Look, Sánchez.

Let's leave it at no dead cops.

One more thing.

Don't make me choose between my buddies and you,

because I won't think twice.

What's wrong with your mom?

Nothing. She's just...

...scared.

Are you scared of the same thing?

Ávila.

You know who did it?

Erika?

Yes.

I would like...

...to speak with that person.

Yes, but that...

...is not possible.

-Why not? -Because I put a bullet in his head.

It's the boss.

Sir?

What's up, Iván?

Nothing new, sir.

What happened?

Sánchez.

Sánchez?

Well, since you're still alive and kicking,

Sánchez must be dead.

No, it was just a renegotiation of his contract, that's all.

-So, how are we doing? -El Chulo won't take my calls.

-Did you go to the set? -I did.

I went over there and spoke with a few people.

-Sure, The Log Olivera. -The Log?

Yes, the guy died right there on that desk.

I have to redo the video.

Who claimed the body? His wife?

His wife sure didn't.

That's weird.

-Wasn't he married? -No, he was single.

Which Magnet sent you this job?

-Rogelio, sir. -Rogelio who?

The only Rogelio we know, sir. That Rogelio.

Why did it have to be that Rogelio?

-Well he's a Magnet, sir. -Listen, Iván.

Choose your next words very carefully.

Why is Rogelio still alive?

Because he's our best Magnet.

He almost got me killed, remember?

-I do. -And you don't care?

Of course not, sir.

I think he acted according to procedure.

But I know what you mean. I'll take care of him today.

No, stay here. I'll do it.

Chulo.

This is my last phone call.

For your own good I hope you're dead

if I don't hear from you in the next couple of hours.

What's wrong with your mother?

What is she scared of?

Can I help you?

Yes, stop asking what's wrong with my mother.

Damn it!

We're closed.

I don't think you understand. We're closed.

That means you stay outside.

Put that away. I'm here to see Rogelio.

-He's not here. -Yes he is.

Honey.

Leave us alone.

-Dad, this guy... -Do as I say, please.

Nice voice.

It's okay.

-The gun's under the counter. -Don't worry about me.

And I thought I was a mess.

-What happened to you? -You forgot already?

-What? -De Soto.

My mistake, my punishment...

I ordered your death. But I see Iván had pity on you.

Iván is a good guy.

What'll it be?

Mezcal.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Another mistake of yours.

A mistake? A mistake of mine? I don't think so.

No? Look at your face.

Who's she?

-Never seen her before. -Are you sure?

She came talking about you at the funeral home.

-When? -Three weeks ago.

-I couldn't have sent her. -Why not?

Iván sent me to the hospital a month ago.

I spent two weeks in rehab.

They had a hard time putting my face back together.

When are you coming back to work?

I don't think I ever will.

No?

So what now?

Are you going to train your daughter as the new Magnet?

No, that's not what I want for her.

-Any news, sir? -We have a problem, Iván.

It wasn't Rogelio. He was in hospital.

-Health issues? -Yes, a psycho with a knife.

It wasn't a knife, sir. They used a scalpel.

My job is based on mutual trust.

What do you think, sir?

Do I look trustworthy to you?

Less than before.

I can't say anything without drooling all over.

It's pathetic.

At least you're alive.

The point is that none of our magnets sent her.

-You know what that means. -She knows too much.

She could only get that information

from one of our employees.

Do you know what you want to do, sir?

I don't understand, Iván.

It's very simple, sir.

At the beginning of all new administrations,

we always give the new leader a certain amount of time

to research his predecessor's way of doing things.

Tell everybody that as of today all our contracts are on hold.

After his research is done there will be certain changes

in order to optimize our business' profitability,

and reduce the risks involved.

How am I supposed to increase my profitability

if I have to stop working?

We take no new contracts, we carry out no pending jobs.

Will Ávila reimburse me for my losses?

Think about it this way, a street is being repaved,

and stores will obviously have losses.

The others will want to know why.

Ávila's not repaving anything and we're not just stores.

It's just a metaphor to explain...

I know what a metaphor is you arrogant prick.

What can I say?

What's there to research?

-Contract. -Solution?

Payments! What else?

Don Ávila sees it another way which is a little more complex.

-It's a complex framework of... -To hell with your damn rules.

Excuse my French, but screw that.

It's a complex framework.

To hell with your rules and your complex framework!

Don Ávila regrets having to halt the business and if there's...

-How long? -How long, Iván?

How many days?

-I don't know. -Make sure you find out soon.

For our own good.

Are we doing that job or not?

I don't know. It's very risky. This guy is high profile.

I hope you're not backing off because I'm not.

Two agents.

I'm not missing this chance, Benítez.

We just need to be careful.

Ángel Benítez.

We've worked together for 5 years, Benítez,

and I always finish the job, so I know it's risky.

We're working without a don, with no protection.

Carlos Legarreta.

-I can't think of anybody. -What?

There has to be somebody.

-You can't just pick anybody. -I can only think of you.

Give me a break!

So, I don't only have to deal with my own crap,

you want to pass yours over to me?

Aren't we friends? What's in it for me?

Nothing. That's why I didn't ask you.

-Don't you do hookers? -I'm married.

Wait a few years, you'll love hookers.

Yes, I saw you. You are such a dog!

Listen up.

Listen to me. No. You can keep it.

If one day you like hookers,

never get drunk with a hooker.

Never sleep with a hooker.

Third, never do the first two jobs with a hooker.

Never ever!

We can talk in our sleep.

And hookers hear everything.

Because while you rest, they work.

-That's yours. -What?

Your phone.

-What do you want, Linares? -Can we talk face to face?

At the funeral home in 30 minutes.

Can it be at your new home?

Okay.

Where are you now?

Good evening, and welcome, sir.

I'm so glad you decided to accept the whole inheritance.

You worked hard for this.

Of course not sir, please.

I just gave you my opinion, but the decision was yours.

Yes.

You did more than that, didn't you?

Well, yes, I actually did.

The truth is I did. Just a little, just a little.

Listen up. I won't say it again.

Don't you ever send anyone to my place

without speaking to me first.

Understood.

Stay put. I'm not done.

If I need something, here's how it works.

I call you and you fetch it.

You don't know what I like or want.

I had to kill a woman today because of your initiative.

So don't make me think her life was worth more than yours.

Is there any part of what I said

that you don't get?

-Answer me. -Got it, sir.

Good.

Get up.

What is it?

-There's a problem. -What?

Two of our agents decided to go freelance.

No, dude, in two days max. Get it and call me.

What's the deal?

These agents plan to blow up the chief of police.

I don't think it's wise to give the police

a reason to come looking for us.

Have you spoken with our client?

-Ivanisevich is dead, sir. -The Croatian?

Yes, his staff and his clients have been passed on to you.

And all his staff's crap too.

We don't solve issues like police captains, politicians...

I know. I know.

A bomb attracts too much attention.

We need to stop them.

-We need to kill them. -Or reason with them.

Reason if you like or kill them. I don't care. What else?

This is important.

We need to take care of Ivanisevich's family,

and his adviser, Blas.

Where is my room?

-This way. -No, where is it?

West wing, fifth door, it's the master bedroom.

Good night, Linares.

I'll call a meeting and notify our agents.

And get you a list... of the Croatian's clients, sir.

We're at Miguel Hidalgo School where a few minutes ago,

the Principal got a bomb threat...

-Captain, I'm almost there, over. -Copy that.

We don't know why the bomb was placed here,

all we do know is...

I checked it out, sir.

The woman was there twice.

The last time was a week before Erika was killed.

Captain, I'm at the location.

It looks like C4. I'm proceeding to deactivate it.

-You got a name? -No, she used the same name

-she gave you. -It could've been a fake name.

You need to show your ID to get in the station.

Or a bill for a thousand pesos.

I confirmed it, sir. She has no link to Erika's dad.

There's an alternate power cord.

Everybody on code red.

Begining deactivation.

Evacuate the school! I can't deactivate the bomb!

It's a code 4! Code 4!

I've been thinking about those two agents.

And what have you concluded?

They can't do it.

The bomb is a fake. I repeat, it's a fake bomb.

Getting together the armor plating...

...the anti-explosive equipment...

...that damn robot, there must be two,

maybe three in the country...

There's another bomb! Move it!

-All that in one day? No way. -I agree with you.

We still need to find them for our own peace of mind.

Yes, sir.

Who is it?

-Who is it? -El Buitre. Open the damn door.

What's up, Buitre?

-Come in. -Get out of this dump already.

-How are you? -Good.

Your brother?

He's in jail right now. The bastards gave him 4 years.

Maybe you can give him a hand.

-Four years? -Yes.

I know someone in there. Don't worry about it.

Thanks. You know the way.

Mrs. Mari. Good afternoon.

Did you get your stuff?

Almost there.

My dear Raúl.

Password?

Clam chowder.

-Palillo. -How are you, Buitre?

-Nice to see you. -How's everything?

Everything's fine.

-Yes? -Sure.

Great.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Chips.

Aline.

-Get yourself a necklace. -Thanks, Buitre.

-One. -One.

-Two. -Two.

-Three. -Three.

-And four. -Four.

Thank you.

This guy!

-What do you want man? -I need you to give me a hand.

My hands are busy with...

-Chantal. -Chantal.

-I'll pay you man. -Buitre.

Money isn't everything, buddy.

Are you helping me or not?

Okay.

Well, if a colleague needs my help,

what can I do?

What's that?

What?

You paid to get beat up?

I don't need your advice.

Get in.

Move it.

Where to?

Ana, is that you?

Yes, Mom. I'm home.

-Paco. -Good evening, Don Ávila.

Double whiskey.

-Are you okay, sir? -I cut myself shaving.

Are you telling me what's going on?

Sure.

Didn't you have a Hummer?

-Don't tell me. This is yours too? -Yes.

You get tired of one and just get another.

No, they stole my Hummer.

-Really? -Yes.

Want me to help you find it?

-And then drive this one back. -You think it's that easy?

It's got GPS, idiot. Get in, quit the interrogation.

Cool it, hothead.

Everything okay with you?

Sure.

-What are you up to? -What do you mean?

Sure, what's your game?

I told you I gamble.

I'm not buying. I thought we were buddies.

There is nothing else for you to buy.

I already told you, I win more than I lose, that's all.

-You think I'll go for that? -And you think I care?

Take it easy, man.

I just thought if there was something,

you could tell me, right?

You know what I mean.

If there's a vacancy...

Listen up, man.

There are no vacancies or opportunities, got it?

Loud and clear.

-How about a slice of the cake? -Not one freakin crumb.

Fine, choke on it, bitch.

You should thank me, man.

Yes, right, Mommy. Thanks for remembering me.

Make a right here.

Can I do that with you?

Sure.

Come in.

You can help me with the pumpkin.

Whatever you need.

What are you waiting for?

Do you mind if I turn the light off?

No, of course not.

I think your GPS is dead.

We're almost there.

Will you look at him?

What a tough guy.

Hello!

-I suppose you have a plan. -Yes, we need to get closer.

Then what?

How many are there? One, two, three four.

-Five in all. -Against two of us.

-You drive. -What are you doing?

-We need to get closer. -Then what?

We need to have a plan.

I'm not killing anybody for some truck.

You know what? You're right. Get out, I'll kill him myself.

I wouldn't be caught dead out there.

-You got a plan? -Yes, I do.

You owe me one man.

You're one of those guys that collects favors, right?

And you're Mother Teresa of Calcutta?

Okay, now move in nice and slow.

What's supposed to happen?

You'll see.

This bitch is dead.

-What do these guys want? -Easy. Easy.

Turn it on.

-Damn it! -Open the window.

Give it back. Now.

-Get out of my car. -Screw you.

Open the door, now!

Get out of here, man. I'm in a good mood tonight.

Go! Go!

What now?

Sánchez.

Run, run, bastard!

You're so crazy, Buitre.

I got my truck back. And you got yourself a car.

-What do you mean? -There's your slice of cake.

Hallelujah!

They are delicious.

Yes.

They weren't tender enough. I didn't like them.

No, they were just perfect.

We'll be fine, Mom.

That's easy for you to say.

Easy? You think it's easy for me to live like this?

In the dark as if we were blind?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to live, Mom! Okay? So I can live my life too!

This isn't living.

It's like we're rehearsing our own deaths, damn it!

I'm sorry, Mom.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

I didn't mean it. Forgive me.

You forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Don't worry. I'll get it. You stay here.

It's okay.

-Who is it? -Iván.

What do you want?

May I come in?

Don Ávila.

I'm Nicolás Duarte.

Erika Duarte's father.

I need you to listen to me.

Don't tell me it's risky.

I know. Don't be such an ass.

He already lost a cop.

Cops die every day, their captains too.

Carlos Legarreta.

Anything goes when the priority is the contract.

"Kill well to live better." Anonymous Author.