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Help me! Please!

There is no need for anyone to get hurt.

I just have a couple of questions.

Do you understand me?

If you promise not to scream or do anything stupid,

I'll put the gun away.

Then we can talk like civilized people.

Do you understand?

What do you want?

What did Blas tell you about our business?

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Iván!

What a drag!

GENTLEMEN, PLACE YOUR BETS

You want to tell us about it? We can help.

My problem is I need to stop a job from being executed,

and I need information.

Why stop it?

Because it's Ávila's order and it's a trap.

The cops will arrest our agent and make him talk.

And he will talk about everybody, including you guys.

Well, that's not good.

-I can't believe it. -What can't you believe?

That we're meeting here.

-What's wrong with it? -The dead bodies.

They're more discreet than your whores.

But more depressing.

Yes, next time if you want, we can meet in a bistro.

We can order a bottle of wine and share some pasta.

You're the first guy I know that feels more comfortable

with dead bodies than with hookers.

What can I say? It's my job.

-Who do they want dead? -Arturo Castro Mejía.

-Doesn't ring a bell. -He's the local chief of police.

What else?

You're not going to eliminate the local chief of police.

-They gave us an advance. -Are we doing the job?

They know who we are, and what we do.

We also need an armored robot.

This isn't just our problem, it's everybody's problem.

Somebody wants us to kill the chief of police tonight.

I don't want to hear it.

I will not be involved in the death of a cop.

You won't be, Sánchez. Come here.

I don't want to hear it. Please be quiet.

-You'll want to hear this. -I'm taking you in.

-Come on, Sánchez. -I mean it.

Sánchez, I'm not asking you to help me kill him,

I'm asking you to help me save his life.

-What do you know about him? -Where and when.

-What do you need? -The how.

But of course, a bomb.

That explains the armored suit and the robot

that guy's looking for. Cuervo?

-Buitre. -Right.

What is it?

You shouldn't have hit her.

She made me do it.

-She's a woman. -I know.

¡And you didn't care!

You're mistaken if you think I enjoyed it.

It's never too late to get a new habit, right?

Sir.

Tell me you have good news.

Yes, I do.

I have to go.

Yes, me too.

You are right.

I did it because I felt like it.

Out of habit. Happy now?

Buitre, it's Linares.

Buitre!

What are you doing?

It's better than yelling.

She should've come to by now.

Maybe we need a doctor.

Maybe, but first, I need to check out something.

What?

That she's not faking it to gain time.

What good would that do?

Getting three or four hours more to live.

Most of us would think that's a pretty good reason.

This... This is not normal.

If Buitre is dead, it's normal that he not takes your calls.

You think I don't know that?

What's the electric saw for?

To see how good an actress she is.

Tell me something.

What's a woman's most useless finger?

Are you serious?

You're a woman, right?

I will chop off her ring finger.

I know you won't do it.

Maybe not, if she wakes up first.

I won't play this game.

Okay, young lady.

If you're playing the part of Sleeping Beauty,

I'll have you know that my version of the story

doesn't end with a loving kiss, but with a terrible scream.

Iván, switch that off!

-I'll be right with you, sir. -Switch it off, Iván.

-Are you insane? -No, sir, she hasn't come to,

so we can't interrogate her.

So you decided to cut off her finger.

I thought she might be faking it.

What if she's out cold?

-She's either a fine actress... -Or she's out cold.

-That's the other possibility. -Fetch me some ice.

-And Scotch? -Just ice, Iván, ice.

-How much? -A lot, Iván.

Lots of ice.

Sorry, you can't park here.

-Is everything okay? -Prevention.

Nothing.

What?

Speak up!

I don't think we should keep her here long, sir.

-Why? -She could catch pneumonia

and lose her voice.

-The how isn't working. -What are you talking about?

We know the where, so let's go there.

Don Ávila must have people doing precisely that,

looking for him, so forget it.

The more eyes the better.

The order is to find Buitre or Benítez.

We're not making any progress.

Sánchez. I can't hear you.

-Where are you? -I followed the chief of police.

-How's it going? -Everything's fine.

Keep me updated.

It'll help to know how they plan to do it.

Right, it would help me too.

Here, here, here.

Here.

You'll feel better.

-When did you have the last one? -Thirteen months, 18 days ago.

Better?

I'd feel even better if you were so kind...

Now that you feel better, why not make me feel better?

-How? -By telling me who you are.

How you found me, who you work for.

That kind of stuff.

Why would I help the guy that killed my brother?

So you're Blas' sister.

-See? I feel better already. -Knowing that won't help you.

What's your name?

Does my name matter?

Lizbeth.

-So what's your story? -I'm not saying another word.

You want to bet?

Why should I?

What's in it for me?

You'll kill me anyway.

Where did you get that?

Why would we want to kill you?

That would only complicate things, right?

-Extremely. -Come on, Don Ávila.

You expect me to believe you'll let me go?

What do we have to gain by killing you?

Revenge, that's what you have to gain.

This business isn't about revenge.

That doesn't buy the Scotch you just had.

It's not personal. Just business.

Like killing my brother?

Why don't you ask his boss who killed your brother?

-Because he's dead. -What's it to me?

I need you to tell me what your role is in all this.

That's all I'm saying.

You've caused us, well...

A problem.

But fortunately, you can help us solve it.

And somewhere in between,

I think we can be even.

-I don't believe you. -I don't care if you believe me.

Only if you understand me.

-Can I have another shot? -Can you answer my question?

Another.

I don't think it's a good idea, sir.

I don't think I asked you.

Your third shot of Scotch.

-Can I have some ice? -Can you answer my question?

I didn't hear the phone.

I must've been in the shower.

He left a message.

I always bathe in the morning, never in the afternoon.

No matter how much I think about it,

I don't see why I showered that afternoon.

I shouldn't have showered.

I just sent you an email with an attachment.

Print it as soon as you get it.

Don't read it. I don't want you to read it.

Just print it, put it in an envelope.

Delete the email and the file.

What email? What did he mean?

-He also said this. -If anything happens to me,

take it to Erika Duarte at Homicide.

That's the last I heard of my brother.

What was in Blas' email?

What was in your brother's email?

My therapist told me to delete it.

But I couldn't.

I just couldn't.

What was in the email you printed?

IMPORTANT INFORMATION

DON'T READ THIS!

-No idea. -I don't believe you.

I had never heard my brother like that.

He scared me.

How many pages did you print?

Thirteen.

Any names?

Sir, I have something you could use in your meeting.

What?

This is Mr. Ivanisevich's PC.

You'll find our names inside.

Your name shows up the most.

Income, expenses, jobs, absolutely everything.

This...

...was Lazar's life insurance policy.

MESSAGE PERMANENTLY DELETED

You know something?

Death stinks.

It gets in your hair, your clothes, your fingernails.

I thought the smell would go away, but it remained...

In my food, in my cigarettes, in my car.

Everything made me sick.

But I still couldn't shower. I just couldn't!

So you went to see Erika Duarte.

Then what happened?

Can you believe my battery went dead?

-Your car battery? -My cellphone.

You need a car charger. They're really good.

Can I use yours?

Don Ávila is on speed dialing. He's number one.

Number one.

Sir, we're running out of time. I can't find Buitre or Benítez.

We need to make a decision.

What do you suggest?

Keep an eye on the places we know Benítez frequents.

And hope we can stop him from screwing up things.

Okay.

-Do it and do not fail. -Don't worry, sir.

Thanks.

You got what you wanted.

Don't blow it.

You think you can use those?

The woman was there twice.

The last time was two weeks before Erika died.

I never understood why they targeted her.

She was so vulnerable. She was like a kid.

I need to review those documents very thoroughly,

but if it's what I think,

yes, I think we can find out

who's responsible for your brother's death.

I hope so.

Giving her my brother's report didn't make me feel any safer.

It's very important not to talk about this with anyone.

Blas said so too.

We don't know how big this organization is.

When was the second time you saw her?

A few days later.

Four, five.

-I need you. -What do you want me to do?

She said my brother's report had some very valuable data,

but they needed proof to take it to a judge.

To find such proof.

Hire a hit-man.

-Excuse me? -Hire a hit-man.

Nobody's going to die.

You just need to memorize that, repeat it to them and pay them.

That's all.

One of our jobs might not be carried out

on our client's deadline.

-Sorry, no. -Please trust me. You'll be fine.

Why me? Why not ask a colleague?

Cops are trained for this.

Because I don't trust them.

Sorry, I can't do this. This is crazy.

Then your brother's death will be in vain.

How could I refuse?

If I did nothing,

my brother's death would be in vain.

Then she gave me the envelope.

It said where I had to go.

And what I had to say.

Why did she hire us?

To avenge her husband's death.

-How did the husband die? -He was working.

Doing what?

Who paid for the job?

Dr. Olivera, sir.

I don't remember seeing any Dr. Olivera.

DR. OLIVERA AN OUTSTANDING MEXICAN

Probably because she came to me.

That's the file.

Dr. Olivera doesn't exist.

There was also a wad of bills in the folder.

I gave it to you.

I trust it's all here.

Thank you.

We'll take care of it.

I could only start breathing again outside.

I did it.

I was still alive.

I think she never found out.

I couldn't tell her anything,

because they killed her that day.

-Go on. -I already told you.

They killed her. Didn't you hear me?

They killed her.

Listen.

-What are you doing? -You're lying.

-I swear I'm not. -Erika paid for two jobs, not just one.

You forgot to tell us that you went to see Mr. Ivanisevich,

and asked him to kill the chief of police, Castro Mejía.

Tell us about that.

One more lie and you die here, and I swear to God

your death will be in vain, just like your brother's.

Answer me.

Damn it. Damn it!

-What's going on? -Keep moving.

-What happened? -It's a bomb threat.

-Did they cancel the speech? -That depends on the bomb squad.

Do you have any idea who made these threats?

We all know it's the same old clowns.

A bomb threat to the new chief of police is nonsense?

Of course it's nonsense if there's no bomb.

Call Buitre again. Keep trying.

There were two jobs,

but Erika didn't ask me for the second one.

He took it. It's him.

Where were you?

In some warehouse. Benítez is crazy.

What do you mean he's crazy?

I told him to cancel the job and he knocked me out.

He said he would take care of it.

But he needs the gear.

That jerk took everything.

Hey, who paid for it, damn it?

Lizbeth.

They won't let me work.

-Who won't let you work? -Seriously?

So can we say there's no bomb? And it's just a false alarm?

-Don Ávila. -What?

I talked to Buitre.

Benítez knocked him out and stole all his gear.

-Where are you guys? -Almost there.

Come back here.

-Are you sure, sir? -What a drag!

-I think we'd better... -Now!

That's what happens when you fly with Buitre.

That's what happens when you work with idiots.

-Yes? -Get a disposable phone.

-Okay. -The agent has an armored suit

and a bomb squad robot.

-Son of a bitch! -Are you there, Sánchez?

What are you doing?

Get back!

Open up. Open up!

Who paid for the job?

My head hurts.

It's a bomb!

Who wants the chief of police dead?

Can I please have something for the pain?

You said Erika Duarte didn't pay for that hit job.

Yes. She didn't pay for it.

-So who was it? -Get out of here!

Get out of here!

It's a bomb!

Was it the father?

-My father? -No, not yours, her father.

Was it Erika's father?

Can I have a drink?

It's for my headache. Understand?

Sure I understand.

Get out of here!

This is a great Scotch. The very best I have.

This is my last bottle and I'm sharing with you.

Thank you.

What are you doing? Please don't!

-Please don't. -Who was it?

It was Dr. Duarte who paid for it.

Thank you.

-What did he pay for? -To kill the chief of police.

No way!

Let's see if I understand.

Two hit jobs were paid for.

One with us, and one with the Croatian to kill the chief of police.

All we need to know is how the job is to be pulled off.

-I don't know. -Lizbeth, what is the plan?

You really think they'd tell me?

Sir. Sir. Sir.

What's going on here? Who are you?

-How did you know about the bomb? -How are you feeling?

How long have you worked with explosives?

-What's your name? -What's your name?

-No comments. -Who are you, sir?

Damn it!

-Your comments, sir? -Get these people out of here.

I don't want to be in the press.

Get back.

Yes.

The thing is I almost didn't make it.

And the chief of police?

He's safe. You can relax now.

-And our friend? -Who the hell knows?

He took off when he realized he couldn't do the job.

-Need anything, sir? -Yes, I'd like the chief to know

he can count on the support of our nation's clean cops.

Sure, let me call him.

If it weren't for the guy that deactivated it...

Whoa, whoa! What guy?

One of the bomb squad guys.

He's the one that risked his life.

All clear, sir.

Him.

Sorry, chief.

The guy that defused the bomb asked to see you.

Hold on.

That's okay.

-You've got some balls. -Just doing my job, Chief.

-What's your name? -Benítez.

-There's two. -Two what?

Two chances of not falling in this trap.

If we can't stop this guy from carrying out this job...

...we kill the agent.

Dead men don't talk.

Dispatch.

What's going on with the boss?

-What happened? -The problem...

What?

He's in the boss's truck.

He kidnapped him.

Damn it!

Dispatch, I need to chase this guy.

Move it, man! You want to die or what?

Step on it or die, man.

-Yes? -Dr. Duarte.

Don Ávila. How nice of you to call.

-Are you busy? -I'm always busy.

But you have my entire attention.

I've been thinking about your request.

I'll help you.

-I suppose you mean... -Yes, that's what I mean.

I knew you would. I'm very pleased that you...

I just want you to know that once it's done, we're even.

That's it. Is that clear?

I'd like to discuss that in person.

-It's not negotiable. -Sure it is.

Fine, in that case,

I hope we're both alive for that negotiation.

Good evening.

What else do you want? I told you everything.

I know that. Thank you.

You promised not to kill me.

IN THE END, ALL BUSINESS IS PERSONAL

"Killing well to live better". Anonymous Author.