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Good evening. I need to speak with you.

Who the hell are you?

My name means nothing to you. It's Linares.

May I come in?

You want to come in?

Sure, come in and go screw yourself.

-Thanks, but no thanks. -Go away.

Did you get the bomb squad equipment already?

Calm down. I knew Ivanisevich.

I know he was killed.

And that your last job was more than 3 months ago.

-What else? -That you're not going to kill

the local chief of police.

Just out of curiosity,

who's going to stop me?

Your new boss.

Don Ávila.

Don Ávila took over Ivanisevich's business.

-Nobody told me. -Mr. Ivanisevich couldn't notify anyone.

His death was a bit sudden.

-He hired me before that. -Cancel it.

-I can't. -Try.

-Why? -Because Don Ávila thinks

there's a mole in the business.

He canceled all our jobs until further notice.

Don Ávila can do whatever he wants with his contracts.

Nobody touches this job.

Did he tell all the other Dons to cancel their jobs?

-Don Ávila isn't just a don. -What else is he?

Talk to your client and call it off.

He contacted Benítez, not me.

The client must be furious. It's a special job.

That's his problem.

They gave us an advance, they know who we are,

so this isn't just our problem, it's everybody's problem.

If you don't do what we ask of you,

the next job on every don's desk will be you.

Good evening.

PUZZLE OF FACES

-Is your mom home? -She's resting.

-Didn't you pay your bill? -What bill?

-The darkness, the candles. -No, I like it like this.

-It's pathetic. -Uninvited guests are pathetic.

Thanks for what you did for my daughter.

You don't need to thank me. I just did my job.

Saving her life was also your job?

No, no, that was...

...instinct, I guess.

I would've wanted to do more.

Yes. I know.

You didn't need to come here just to thank me, doctor.

-That's not why I'm here. -It's not?

I'm sure you wanted to do more than that,

and I'm here to give you the opportunity.

You can help me do justice.

Well, I don't see how.

By giving me her killer.

-I'm done. I pass. -Damn it! I'm out!

What about you?

No, you know what?

Let's go for broke. Screw that!

I'm in.

Benítez, man! Where is the damn phone?

We'll talk tomorrow.

No, Iván, wait.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to scare you.

Not now, Iván.

I can see that.

I'd really like to meet her.

You look surprised.

Of course I'm surprised.

I don't know why you think I can do that.

-I run a funeral parlor. -Erika didn't think so.

I don't know why your daughter thought that about me.

Erika thought you were more than a funeral parlor manager.

What is that supposed to mean?

Don't underestimate me.

I wouldn't underestimate you.

I know perfectly well who you are, Don Ávila.

Trust me, you'd be dead if my war was with you.

Do I need...

...an attorney?

You need to take me seriously.

And stop wasting my precious time.

You look like a good man.

But there's a thirst for revenge in your eyes.

Be very careful with that.

It's a very dark road to take. It wasn't personal.

Your child's killer received a name,

a picture and a wad of bills.

And that person...

...did his job.

Two Kings, Queens and an Ace.

-Three of a kind. -There you go!

Damn it!

What's your problem?

We're playing here.

Fifty thousand more.

I said fifty thousand more!

Damn it!

Hello, this is your friend from the costume shop.

There's a little problem with your party.

So call me, you prick,

or your party will turn into a bloodbath.

Call me!

Damn bastard!

I'm sorry.

This way.

Two days before killing my daughter,

the killer murdered this guy to rob me of something.

Whatever was stolen, Doctor,

was worth more than your child's life.

What was stolen from me cost my daughter her life.

What did they steal from you?

I'll tell you when I know what you decide.

It's all here in the forensic files.

Sir, I'm not here to read any forensic files.

-If there's a... -Keep them.

Read them. Call me if you change your mind.

Erika shouldn't have died.

Where have you been hiding?

Wait, Horacio. Let's talk. Come in.

I'm listening, sir.

Iván, I just had a conversation with Dr. Duarte.

-How worried should we be? -Did you tell him where I was?

-Certainly not, sir. -Then we should be worried.

-What do you suggest we do? -Nothing for the time being.

You promised to pay me two weeks ago.

Things got complicated and I didn't get the money.

You understand, right?

Sure, sure I do.

Look, Benítez. I'm not here to pity you.

I want my damn money! Do you understand me, man?

-I do and I'll pay you. -When?

In two or three days' time. Four days at the most.

No way, man.

Twenty-four hours and that's it.

Twenty-five is too late and it'll cost you your life.

Give me a break! 25 hours?

Too little time. That's impossible.

No, no, wait, wait! Wait!

Okay, man, stop it.

Take that call, man.

Answer your damn phone.

Or it's the last costume ball you'll get invited to.

Fool!

ERIKA DUARTE DECLARED DEAD ON ARRIVAL

MULTIPLE INJURIES AND BRAIN DAMAGE

51 AM

-Yes? -Good evening, Iván.

I hope I didn't wake you.

You didn't, Mrs. Santamaría. What can I do for you?

I need a meeting with Don Ávila.

-Just you? -The entire board.

-May I ask why? -That is none of your business.

-Fine, I'll inform the Don. -And tell him it's urgent.

I'll let him know.

You're starting to worry me, Iván.

Are you having some sort of regression?

Insomnia.

And replacing a corpse helps?

No, what helps me is getting the answers I need.

And you have the answers I need.

I'm not talking to you about my mother.

Don't talk to me about your mother.

Talk to me about her face.

-No. -Why not?

Because not forgetting certain things poison you.

-Or won't let you sleep. -I couldn't care less!

I won't talk about it anymore.

What?

What are you up to?

I'll just have to do without any answers...

...from you.

I'll get them from your mother.

-No. -No?

I'll tell you whatever you need to know.

At the end of the day.

I have a lot to do and I'm behind schedule.

Fine.

Your child's killer received a name,

a picture and a wad of bills.

Two days before killing my daughter,

the killer murdered this guy to rob me of something.

How do you know the robber and the murderer are the same guy?

Because he made sure I knew.

-Hello. -Answer your damn phone, bitch.

Don't yell at me. My head hurts like hell.

Screw your head. We need to talk.

I'll take a shower and meet you there.

Screw the shower. I need to see you now!

What was that?

-Right. Right. -Right what, man?

Damn it. Did you get the costumes?

Yes, I did. I need to see you now!

Right now.

-Fine. Same place? -No, I'll send you the address.

-Fine. See you there. -Answer the damn phone.

Shut up, man.

Are you awake, sir?

-What is it, Iván? -Did I wake you, sir?

-The board requests a meeting. -What for?

I asked the same thing and they told me it wasn't my...

...place to ask.

See you at my place.

By "my house" which do you mean, sir?

Why are we here?

-Surprise. -I don't like surprises.

Take it easy.

Didn't you keep saying over and over again

that you needed someone to lend you an ear?

-Lend me an ear? -For your problems.

-Did you find someone? -I have just the ear for you.

Who?

Come on, Ybarra. Are you serious?

I swear I'm serious. What's more.

I don't kiss the cross in vain, much less here.

-I don't know. -You don't know?

You need to get something out of your system and I agree.

So get in that church,

and unload all your crap on the damn priest.

You just have to get in there,

share the very worst of you with the poor priest,

and you go feeling relieved.

Do you know the priest?

Enough to know he won't say a word.

Hello.

Is anybody here?

You want me to see a priest?

I need a priest!

No, I don't want you to hesitate at your next job.

That's what I want.

Hello! Is there anybody here? I need help!

-Because if you hesitate... -I need help!

My life is on the line.

Either talk to the priest or you're out.

It's up to you.

What's so funny?

No! Wait!

What happened to you?

-A hooker beat me up. -A hooker did that?

Yes, a hooker, her boyfriend and some friends, who cares?

-I'm calling off the job. -What?

We do nothing for now.

Nothing? Just like that? What about our client?

We refund him, call off the job. What's the problem?

I haven't worked in three months.

I haven't had a damn job in three months.

I spent the entire advance. Even the rest of the money.

So I'm whacking the bastard, collecting my money,

paying off my debt and I'm not getting a bullet in my head, understood?

Not obeying the Don is what puts a bullet in your head.

What Don? They killed mine, remember?

-Ávila replaced him. -Ávila? That jerk?

-That jerk. You know the rules. -Let me do my job, man.

Stop it.

Benítez.

Stop it.

On your knees.

-Really? -Really.

You'll make me soil my boots, man.

Sorry, man.

-Good morning. -Why are you in my room?

-Waiting, sir. -Waiting for what?

To brief you about this morning's events.

What's new, except that we're up to our neck in crap?

Now it's up to our mouths, sir.

-El Buitre won't take my calls. -Who the hell is he?

The agent whose job it is to kill the chief of police.

Right. I know who that is.

I convinced him to put the whole thing on hold.

He has to speak with his partner

but he hasn't confirmed anything and won't take my calls.

So call him again.

Now.

No, nothing. Nothing, sir.

Can I ask you something, Linares?

Yes?

Why won't any of our agents answer their cellphones?

Probably because Benítez is such a difficult guy.

Who the hell is Benítez?

The agent for this job.

The guy has certain personality disorders.

-Psychopathic, alcoholic... -And dangerous.

-So you knew all this? -It's my job, sir.

-You're doing a lousy job. -Sir?

How could you send him there alone?

I didn't want to, but he insisted. Unfortunately...

Unfortunate describes, or rather described,

the Croatian's way of picking his agents.

-I wouldn't generalize... -I don't want Benítez, period.

-Do we fire him then? -Yes.

-Anything else sir? -Linares.

-Yes sir? -Do I have to tell you?

No. Sorry.

Damn it!

Sir.

Perhaps, if you agree,

it might be convenient to call a board meeting.

Too late.

-They already did. -For when?

When I say so.

We also need to speak with the families,

the Croatian's and Blas', before the meeting.

-Why? -The branch

would still be acephalous, sir.

Acephalous.

Headless?

And therefore anyone could claim the business.

I'm giving squat to the Croatian's family.

But not Blas' family.

You were buddies, right, Iván? You do it.

-Right away, sir. -About Buitre, sir...

Find him. Call him every ten minutes.

Get the name of the client, the Magnet,

do whatever you need to stop this crap, got it?

Yes, sir. I'll make some calls.

Anything about El Chulo?

Nothing, sir, absolutely nothing.

I spoke with his buddies, his female clients,

it looks like he's dead.

Well...

...sounds like great news.

If I may say so, sir. I don't think it's convenient.

Why not? Dead men don't talk.

I mean mixing pills and liquor.

Thanks for the advice.

I insist, sir. We're in a crisis here.

So you need to be as alert as you possibly can.

I hate contradicting you, Iván.

But what the Don needs is to take it easy, calm down.

For someone that hates contradicting me,

you look pretty excited.

Stop fighting, ladies.

Didn't you say we're having a crisis?

What else, Iván?

Sir, I think when I visit Blas' family,

Ana should come with me.

A woman's presence inspires more confidence, sir.

I agree, sir.

Ivan's appearance hardly inspires any confidence.

In a first impression.

I agree with anything that leaves you no excuses.

Then I'll excuse myself.

I hope you got the client's name.

I don't, but I know who the Magnet is.

He can tell us who ordered the job.

Then go see the Magnet and get the client's name.

Take the Chivalziks with you.

I'd rather do it alone, sir.

I'm not asking. It's an order.

You have two hours. Take the Chivalziks.

Understood. Excuse me.

My father was a boxer.

What kind of boxer was he?

The kind that uses people to get ahead.

He was never a good guy.

My dad got into a ring

just as passionately as a worker walks into a factory.

The doctor insisted it was time to retire.

-But he refused. -So what happened?

We need to get used to losing. That's life, right?

He taught me the opposite.

I think that's all he ever taught me.

-How did he teach you? -One day he got tired of losing.

The guy's name is Pierre and he's a dressmaker.

-So you know him. -Of course not. He's a Magnet.

No, not both of you.

One of you has to stay and report anything suspicious.

No, Nico, you stay. I prefer someone who can talk.

Sasha can talk. He just doesn't like to.

Let me be the one to talk to him.

It's important to be clear and straightforward

to avoid any misunderstanding.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. How can I help you?

We need you to make a call.

You're mistaken, baby.

I'm no telephone operator. I'm a designer.

What about your mom?

My mom...

...was gorgeous.

My mom hardly went out.

My dad didn't like the way other men looked at her.

One day while he was being battered in a fight,

we went to get some ice-cream.

And there,

a man approached her.

He wanted her to be the new face for a line of cosmetics.

-Run! -No, no, Mom. No, Mom! That is not fair.

The same day my dad got tired of losing...

...my mom started winning.

All he knew how to do was box.

His life was over at 38.

And my mother's was just beginning.

To him that was terribly...

...unfair.

Arcelia!

Then what?

You don't need to say anything if you don't want to.

It only got worse every day.

To him it seemed to be more and more...

...unfair.

Whenever he made some money from some odd job,

she made twice as much.

He started hating her.

I don't want to come back here.

You fucking little whore!

He's not here.

-What time will he be back? -He comes home late.

Then we...

...will wait.

-He's not available. -Try another number.

-There isn't any other. -Of course there is.

Does the person that hired us for the job

look like this woman?

-It's her. -Are you sure?

I'm positive, but here her hair is shorter and darker.

How come you have this picture? What does this mean?

It means, my dear Pierre,

that we're up to our eyes in a sea of shit.

Damn it!

Get out of there and find Benítez or Buitre.

I don't care which one.

Sánchez. Ávila.

We need to talk.

No, at the morgue.

In one hour.

Boring yourself to death...

That must be the worst way to commit suicide.

When he couldn't take what was going on anymore...

...he decided it was time to get even.

Who do you mean?

My father.

¡Don't scream!

Scream!

It's time to try and look respectable.

WHAT A DON FAILS TO KNOW BECOMES DIRT FOR HIS GRAVE

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous Author.