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Step on it or die, bastard! Come on, step on it.

Damn it!

Step on it, man!

Make a left here. Turn left or I'll shoot you!

You son of a bitch!

Turn here, now! Damn you, step on it!

Step on it man! Step on it now!

Step on it or I'll blow your brains out!

Turn here, now!

Get off of me!

Move it! Move it! Get out of the truck!

-Where are you going? Get down! -Okay, okay. Cool it already.

You cool it, bitch. Shut up! Shut up and let me think!

Come out with your hands up! An ongoing 22!

Where's my back up?

Get out now! We have an ongoing 22!

You're going to get me out of here or you'll die.

You're surrounded!

Surrender if you want to live!

Hay, take it easy! Take it easy! Take it easy.

Easy, easy.

-Hello. -Who is this?

-Who are you calling? -Daniel Castro Mejía.

-Who's he? -The Chief of Police.

The Chief isn't available right now.

But I can take a message if you want.

Sorry. Who is this?

Someone that gets very nervous when the cops are chasing him.

-How's the Chief? -He's alive but pale.

He's got a bullet in his gut.

Somebody needs to take him to a hospital.

The best thing you can do now is let us take him to a doctor.

Yeah, right.

-Here's a better idea. -What's that?

Get in your patrol cars and get the hell out of here.

When you're gone, I'll take him to the hospital.

I can't do that, I need permission.

That's fine with me.

The Chief is the only one that can't wait.

TOO LONG OF A NIGHT

None of this is your fault.

They murdered your brother.

You just wanted to know the truth.

Few people are willing to die for the truth.

What is it, Mom?

I just heard a noise.

What kind of noise?

At the main door, as if they're breaking in.

Did you look out the window?

-No. -Then you should.

You'll see the door from there.

But they'll see me too.

-Who? -Whoever's breaking in.

Do me a favor and go the door to see if there's anyone,

then call me back.

Right after getting in the Chief of police's vehicle

a shot was heard, and the truck the Chief of police was driving took off.

Now we know there was a chase

in an attempt to stop the kidnapper.

One hour later, no government agency

has issued a statement regarding his wellbeing.

The identity of the kidnapper and his motives are unknown.

The situation is critical and there is much anxiety...

Any news from Sánchez?

Nothing.

This is getting out of control.

...negotiating with the still unidentified kidnapper.

Press it hard like that. Don't die on me, man.

What's taking you so long?

I need to know he's alive.

I'm running out of time.

But he's still alive.

I believe you, but the thing is my superiors don't.

And they make the decisions. Let me talk to him.

His mouth is full of blood and you won't understand a word.

Without a proof of life, there's no deal.

Okay, okay, fine. I need a minute.

Is Linares back?

-I'll go and see. -...is precisely the kind of car

the Chief of police is being held in,

keeping in mind it's an armored vehicle...

-Smile. -Smile for the damn picture,

or I'll yank your eyes out and shove them up your ass.

We saw a picture in which unfortunately,

Castro Mejía looks seriously wounded.

The doctors working on this case have very little hope,

unless they're able to treat him immediately.

We'll keep updating you...

I want them dead.

-Sir, do you mean... -All of them.

Benítez can't be there.

Got something to drink?

Well, you're dumber than you are pretty.

Don't you know you can't drive drunk?

Here, go on! It'll ease the pain.

No matter what you do, you won't get out alive.

You know what? I'm worth a lot more alive than dead.

That's what protects the kidnapper.

It'll be tough.

Rescuing the Chief of police is a very tough task.

Experts claim it's almost impossible

to enter the vehicle without exposing his life.

-What did you say? -I don't see how.

Those guys out there need me to get out there alive,

or else they'll shoot you like a dog!

Like a dog?

You'd better find a way,

because they'll make him talk if they get him alive.

And you know exactly what he'll say.

If you know them so well, tell me this.

What if I give them the dog's owner?

I'll make some calls.

Call Buitre first. Tell him to clean up his mess.

We should point out

the great job the police department is doing

negotiating with the kidnapper.

Answer me! Say something!

Your offer is interesting if you surrender now.

Neither of us has much time left.

Detective Sánchez.

Hey, buddy. How are we doing?

-We're screwed. -What do we know about the Chief?

The negotiator talked with the guy,

looks like he shot the Chief in the gut.

Damn!

-Tell me something I don't know. -Like what?

The procedure in hostage situations like this.

Analysis of the situation.

First,

identify the hostages and the kidnapper or kidnappers.

Identify how many people were injured, if any.

Define how bad the injuries are.

The kidnapper's profile.

Move it, man, move it!

Requirements.

Name a negotiator.

Define deadlines.

Define a Plan B in case all negotiations fail,

and we need to use force to rescue the hostages.

How much time do we have until they use force?

I have bad news.

That's nothing new lately.

Ávila doesn't want to save the Chief of police anymore.

He wants everybody in the car dead.

-Is that doable? -Yes, it is.

Are you sure?

Keeping Duarte out of this would help.

Right now we have a Chief of police

who is about to die.

Add that to a hotshot lawyer with political connections.

Forget it. Think of something else.

Duarte is about to become an unacceptable issue.

Could you reconsider?

Let me know when that happens and I'll decide what to do.

What's your story?

That's all I'm saying.

You'll kill me no matter what I do.

Drink, it's going to help you.

Drink, I said!

Sir, we need a second option.

A second, third or fourth.

Anything as long as the bastard dies.

Well, there is always a Plan B.

-A Plan B. -The kidnapper is keeping

the Chief of police alive in order to make a deal to save his own life.

Some sources claim the kidnapper could've demanded

some sort of immunity from the authorities

in exchange for information.

They won't give you what you want.

I think they will. I've got two hostages.

Just one, I don't count. You only have the Chief.

The life of a colleague isn't worth anything?

Sure it's worth something.

But in this kind of job you're expected to die at any time.

I'm here to protect the boss, not to interrupt his rescue.

So my death will be considered a reasonable damage.

Shut up mister martyr and hand me your phone.

Give me your phone!

Do it.

Hello.

-Can you talk? -What do you need?

I guess you know what's going on.

Yes.

Your partner's a real problem. Solve it.

With what damn army?

Yes, sir.

Those are the only words you need to say.

Let's try it again.

You're going to solve the problem.

Yes, sir.

What's holding back the rescue of the Chief of police

is precisely the type of vehicle he's being held in.

Let's remember it's an armored vehicle

that is now protecting the kidnapper

from being overcome by the agents

now trying to rescue the Chief of police.

Experts claim it is almost impossible

to access the vehicle without compromising his life.

The possibility that the police...

We suspect he could...

So far no government agency...

...is blocked in roads that are difficult to access

which complicates matters, and the location of the truck

makes difficult any contact with the kidnapper.

Sir.

I just briefed Buitre about the situation.

He'll take care of Benítez.

What does that mean?

It means I did what you asked me to.

Which was?

To tell Buitre to solve the problem.

Precisely yesterday there was a bomb threat in a local school.

Today, just one day later, there's a similar situation.

The Chief of police is being held in a black Suburban.

Let us also remember that this kind of vehicle

is specially designed to repel any kind of armed attack.

What's the matter, sir? Did what I said upset you?

Yes, having a deaf advisor upsets me.

I don't understand.

I told you I wanted Benítez dead.

Yes, that's exactly why I asked Buitre to do it.

No.

I want Benítez dead.

Come back when that's done and waste some more of my time.

The police department has a sketch of the kidnapper.

A spokesman informed us that he is extremely dangerous.

That's the guy Ávila's after.

We'll keep you updated.

Sir, I saw Iván leave.

At least you're not blind. Your sight's fine.

May I ask where he went?

We could work together to solve this problem.

He's running an errand.

Mom, I hope this isn't one of your manipulating schemes,

because I swear...

-Hello. -What's your plan?

I knew my buddy wouldn't desert me.

Even if it's for the money you love so much.

What do you want man?

To get out of here, with your help, obviously.

How's the Chief doing?

Don't worry, he's...

Benítez.

-Asleep. -Asleep or dead?

-He's asleep! -He's dead, isn't he?

-No he isn't, man. -Don't lie to be, you bastard.

Okay, okay, he's dead. So what do we do now?

-Boss. Boss. -Shut up or I'll shoot!

You killed him, didn't you? You killed him, asshole.

-What's going on? -Shut up!

-Benítez, answer me! -Shut up! Shut up!

Answer me, damn it!

Stop fooling around. What now?

-What's your Plan B? -This was it.

So now you're screwed.

We're both screwed if you don't help me,

because the cops will get me

and I'll have to rat on all of you guys, got it?

-Got it. -So we understand each other.

So you're not that screwed.

I like hearing that. What's your plan?

No idea. Nothing definite yet.

Maybe it won't work anyway.

Maybe I should talk to the cops and stop wasting time.

-That's not necessary. -It's up to you.

Okay.

Give me ten minutes to take care of it.

Take care of it real good, man.

I'll be back.

Buitre, what are you doing here?

I saw this mess on the news so I came to help you guys.

And you?

I was passing by.

The Chief of police is still in there.

They're trying to cut a deal.

That bastard won't give up a thing.

How do you know who the kidnapper is?

You know him?

Any bastard bold enough to kidnap the Chief of police

won't give up so easily.

See you, I'm kind of busy. I need to pee.

In spite of the difficulties,

you think you can do it?

What was that about?

Like stealing candy from a baby.

Thanks for the thought.

So, can I count on you guys?

We don't like Linares' attitude.

What can I do to make you like mine?

Four?

Three is all I can offer you. Three times what a job is worth.

You know failing is not an option?

Failing is never an option.

Good, Don Ávila is counting on you guys.

More dumplings?

Thank you.

-What's up, partner? -It's done.

-Where exactly are you seated? -In the back seat.

Behind the driver or the passenger side?

On the passenger side. Why do you want to know?

Get down when you hear the shot.

-You can't go through. -Get out of the way.

Open up that crap. Where's the SWAT team?

Back there.

Thanks.

We say goodbye here, Chief.

-Yes? -They want to ensure he's alive.

I sent you a picture. What now?

A picture's no good.

Screw that, keep wasting my time

and I'll send you a picture of his corpse.

They won't like that.

I couldn't care less what they like or not.

Maybe if you let us talk to the driver.

Maybe.

Or a video from your cellphone. How about it?

I'll think about it.

Zacha!

Stop fooling around. We have work to do.

Give me a hand.

Iván, you're getting me nervous.

I'm getting you nervous, sir?

I thought the complexity of the situation

was even more irritating than I am.

So what's your plan B?

In spite of Linares' misjudgment,

I managed to convince the Chivalziks.

Okay, but are they doing it?

Yes.

But for three times as much.

Okay, fine.

We just need to wait.

I'd suggest evaluating the bad side of all this

and preparing ourselves for it.

Like what, Iván?

Like having to move to a South Pacific island, sir.

We're not going anywhere.

If they get Benítez, we'll be run out of business.

I suppose you agree with me.

Get some cash, just in case.

I will, sir.

Mom?

Mom?

Ana.

Welcome. Sit down.

Mom.

-Ana, please sit down. -Mom, are you okay?

Ana.

I won't say it again.

Sit down now.

He's dead.

I offered you two options.

None of which was a risk for him,

unless the boss and the driver are dead.

Breaking into an armored truck isn't easy.

We can't get in without being seen,

and we can't see him through the dark windows.

He's in the back seat behind the passenger seat.

-And you are? -I'm here on my own.

I know those trucks. I can help you.

...the chance that the Chief of police is still alive.

Some claim there's been pressure to keep the kidnapper alive,

and end the standoff with an armed attack.

-Yes? -Good evening, don Ávila.

I hope it's not too late.

What do you need, sir?

I didn't like the way our last conversation ended.

I'm busy here. I don't have time to speak with you.

I just want to know if you think I'm right.

You probably do.

-So? -So nothing.

You came to me looking for help and I helped you.

Now you're being stupid.

I lost all interest in helping you.

If you need me to get you interested again,

maybe I could suggest how.

I'm listening.

You're right about one thing, the kidnapper's on the right.

But we can't risk the boss's life.

And we don't know if he moved him.

Do we keep wasting time or talk about my plan?

Tell me something, Don Ávila.

-Does the Catholic Church still ban sex? -No idea, sir.

Maybe somebody close to him should've warned a Bishop

before he was tempted to break his vows

eighteen years ago.

His name is Pablo Campo. He's eighteen.

Be in my office first thing tomorrow.

-Who do you work for? -For God.

Do you need something, sir?

Three sharpshooters surrounding the truck.

You need more firepower to penetrate that truck.

I never said to shoot at the windows

or the side of the truck.

You aim at the ground under the truck.

The bullets will ricochet and bust the bastard's butt.

It could work.

The floors aren't armored in these trucks.

Your daddy told me

that you were a bright and obedient girl.

What's wrong?

-You look uncomfortable. -I think you're mistaken...

Ana and Arcelia.

The queen and the princess of the house.

Those eyes...

Those are killer eyes right there.

I know who you got your beauty from.

Your daddy told me all about it.

Absolutely everything.

"Galván, bro, you saved my life in here.

You saved my life so many times. You saved my ass!"

I literally saved his ass.

"How can I repay you, Galván,

you for everything you did for me?"

So what did I say?

I'm out in a couple of months without a pot to piss in.

"Galván, bro, my house is out there.

Stay all the time you need. My house is your house."

Your own daddy said so to me. Can you believe that?

But here, in a nutshell,

between you guys and me,

not even fifty years would be enough for that bitch

to pay me even half of what he owes me.

Sorry, sir, but you can't stay here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

To be honest, I don't want to bother you.

And you don't need to be scared.

The fact is I was locked up for 20 years in that damn jail

for something I didn't do.

Now I'm free, but I have nothing to my name.

But your daddy,

your husband,

owes me,

so I'm spending the night here,

I'll get some rest and tomorrow I'll grab my stuff and leave.

Debt paid, that's that.

Hello, my son. Are you here for confession?

No, Father. I'm waiting for somebody.

-For God? -Just a friend, Father.

Well, if you need to talk, if your friend doesn't come,

we're here to serve you.

Thank you.

He likes you, and you're not a kid.

-That's not funny. -No?

Don't you know priests only like boys?

There you go. Now you're laughing.

-I'm not okay. -What's the matter, baby?

You know I'm the Don of Dons. Right?

Good for you.

I'm the boss.

And I'm more enslaved than ever.

Please, I'd be you anytime. At least you're alive.

That's not my case.

There's less and less of us.

Plus today I have to kill another guy.

What for?

To save the business.

You could just quit.

How about some salami? I've got cheese too.

If I keep this up I'll lose my business.

Plus you know what?

I've had it with killing my own people.

Your own people? Seriously?

You mean to tell me

you're having qualms over this fool?

You're feeling guilty about this bitch

when you got rid of your one and only friend?

Hey! You asked me to kill you.

Yes, but I didn't have to insist very much.

Self-preservation, remember?

Self-preservation.

Look, if you didn't kill me right then and there,

you wouldn't be who you are.

So you did the right thing then. Do the right thing now.

I don't know.

How about some wine? Waiter!

Leave him alone.

Look, it's very simple. When you run out of options,

you'll do what you have to do to continue being what you are.

Damn it!

-What am I? -They're calling you.

-What? -Your phone.

What is it, Linares?

And did you talk to the friend of our problem?

Well, keep trying. See you at the house.

Look, the real problem...

I doubt my plan will work.

If you want him alive, I suggest you find another way.

And please tell Ávila I spoke with him.

He's under control. He's not talking for now.

I want a deal.

-What are you doing here? -I told you.

Throw your gun out the window.

Stop playing dumb. Why are you hear?

-Same reason as you. -And why am I here again?

What's that thing?

Hey, call me!

The guy behind all this is mister...

Your little house is not bad at all.

Neither is the family.

What's wrong? Does what I said upset you or looking at you?

We let you stay here a while. Now it's time to leave.

The debt is paid.

You said so yourself.

Is she always like that or just on bad days?

How can you not have bad days when you can't see a thing?

Calm down. It's okay. Quit the drama.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're letting the light in the entire house as of today.

Open those damn drapes now!

Some claim they saw a remote-controlled vehicle

move under the truck right before the explosion.

There was also a helicopter

also remotely controlled, that landed on the roof.

The fact is that the explosion

killed both Castro Mejía and his kidnapper.

Hello.

I want you to know the Don is very pleased.

Nice job indeed.

-Thanks, but I didn't do it. -So who did it?

No freaking idea.

There's something you don't get.

I'm staying a few more days,

so if any of you make me feel I'm not welcome...

I'll just stay longer.

So behave if you want me to leave soon,

and do as I say.

Now,

if you want me to stay,

just ask.

The situation ended when...

Sir, Buitre says he didn't do it and he doesn't know who did.

The Chivalsiks did it.

Weren't they with you?

They were.

Well, while you were doing who knows what,

it looks like they and Iván saved your ass.

Well, it's over now.

Only Duarte can tell us if it's really over.

With all due respect, that's a bad idea.

Duarte knows that if he insists, he's dead.

That's one of the points to be considered.

What's the other one?

Does he want to die?

Look.

We were just talking about you.

Thank you for today.

What do you mean?

You still underestimate me, Don Ávila.

-Who ordered the job? -It was Dr. Duarte, please.

-What did he do? -He asked me to order the job.

I was just going to call you.

Not to cancel our meeting, I hope.

Not at all. To tell you I'll be right over.

Sir, I imagine you're not going alone.

I am going alone.

My advice is that somebody should go with you.

Your advice hasn't helped me much recently.

A DON IS WORTH AS MUCH AS HIS ADVISER

"Killing well to live better". Anonymous Author.