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Are you sure?

I'm sure.

They're meeting now. That's why I called you.

Good morning. Mr. Nicolás Duarte?

Tenth floor.

Hello.

What's your opinion?

We've got an unacceptable issue, or two, if necessary.

Show me your face!

-You saw me. Open up. -Let me see Losuardo too.

-Open up man, come on. -Not until I see...

Here I am, Sir.

I hope our conversation is worth it.

RUMORS ABOUT A DEAD MAN

-Are you okay? -I'm fine.

-Do you know them? -You tell me.

I don't know a lot of you guys.

Alright.

Here's the deal.

First, I'll ask you some questions,

and then you'll answer them.

If things don't go exactly as I just explained,

you'll end up like your buddy, with a bullet in your head.

Got it? You first.

Who do you work for? When did they give you this job?

Did you know I was coming?

Were you supposed to kill him, or me too?

He won't answer you now. You're negotiating.

I don't negotiate.

Sir?

Ana.

Where's your Mom?

She's in her room.

What do you want?

I want you out of my house.

Thing is, you don't know me, or what I'm like.

Come here, let's fix that. Come here.

Now you know what I'm like.

Our priority was Dr. Duarte.

And then you, if you got in the way.

-Who do you work for? -For nobody.

I need you to think carefully before answering.

You're telling me...

...you answer to no one?

-I answer to no Don. -Okay, so who is he?

I don't know him.

"I don't know him."

See your buddies, Mr. I Don't Know Him?

You don't know him?

We don't know him. We never met or saw him.

Ana, for God's sake!

God has nothing to do with it, Mom.

Forgive me for not believing you.

How does he contact you?

By email, he always uses a different address.

How do you know it's him if it's always different?

It's always the same subject.

How does he pay you?

He drops the cash off in different public places.

He tells us where.

-How did he find you? -Through a friend of a friend.

A friend of a friend.

My cousin.

I need the names of your contact and these two.

Lucio. My cousin Lucio. Lucio Calvo.

Where can I find this...

...Lucio Calvo?

In the cemetery where all the others are.

-How do you know they're there? -Because we sent them there.

We killed all of them.

When did you get this job?

Yesterday, almost at midnight.

Did you guys decide to dress up as cops?

-No. -Why?

As an ex-cop you must know the difference

between real and fake uniforms, and these are real.

You can't get 3 real uniforms in six hours.

-Unless you're a cop. -Exactly.

-Don't bother. They're real. -Who the hell asked you?

-What? -It's Iván.

-Yes. What? -Are you busy?

It can wait. What do you need?

I was asking myself if Don Ávila is with you.

And what was your reply?

That I should give you a call and ask you.

We're out of here now.

They heard us. They know they failed.

You know what that means?

It means they'll think twice next time, thank you.

It means the entire team is coming after us.

He's not here. What's the matter?

I don't know where Don Ávila is and I'd like to find him.

Maybe the Don doesn't want you to know.

Can you use this?

-I'd rather not. -I'd rather not be here.

Aim, shoot when they're near me. Aim at the head.

Always at the head.

-Do you know where he is? -I do.

Call me if there's anything else you're wondering about.

Clear.

Let's go!

Check the emergency exit.

You, check the roof. You guys, downstairs.

Sir, we got there too late.

They found the wires and took off right away.

They're dead. Yes, all three of them.

No idea, sir, had we known this, we would've come earlier.

Understood, sir. So, what do you want us to do?

What's this?

We're going to investigate Erika's death.

I thought you'd like to be in charge.

Why me?

Because you're a cop?

-But the rules say... -Yes, emotional ties and stuff.

I still don't get it.

Why reopen the case now?

Mr. Duarte, Erika's dad?

He pulled some strings.

He won't stop until he finds the bastard that killed her.

And he wants you.

I don't know him. Why me?

No idea, I guess he trusts you for some reason.

There's no motive, no evidence, no witnesses.

This report is like having an empty folder.

That's why Duarte wants you to discard it.

He wants a new case.

How about it?

-I owe you one, Ávila. -You owe me nothing.

I still don't know what to do with you.

What does that depend on?

It depends on what you tell me.

Why did you say I helped some bishop solve a problem?

-The guy that hired you told me so. -Yeah? What guy?

Flamma. Gino Flamma. Remember him?

-I am don Ávila. -Gino Flamma.

He works for a powerful group of church-related people.

-A bishop's secretary. -Future cardinal.

He does the dirty work.

He gathered a lot of information

about all the cases he handled for the group.

That report...

That report was his life insurance policy

in case they decided they didn't need him anymore,

like they do with guys that know too much.

-Did they catch him with it? -They stole it.

-Who? -Javier Santos.

CASE FILE CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION

You know who he is from the report about his death.

He was killed by the same guy that killed Erika.

-I need a couple of things. -Just name it, Sánchez.

How did Gino Flamma contact you, Sir?

He phoned the Attorney General's office.

-How long ago was that? -A few weeks ago.

Mr. Flamma, we haven't met, and I'm very busy today, so...

You're right.

We haven't met.

-So why did you ask for me? -I can't trust anybody else.

Look, I don't take any calls from people

that refuse to share information,

so in order to continue I suggest...

It's about the Apostles. Can you help me?

What do you know about that?

Everything.

We can't talk about that now. How can I contact you?

I'll contact you.

I met him that same day.

-In person? -We'd both be dead.

They robbed the bank.

They forced open 42 safe deposit boxes.

One of them had the report.

So you have no backup.

No backup whatsoever.

You need to get that report. I'm dead if I go out there.

How do you expect me to get it?

The robber.

When he saw I only had papers in my safe deposit box,

he contacted me to sell them to me.

We were closing the deal

when the cops showed up and arrested him.

He's in prison now.

I met Javier Santos in prison.

I won't last a week in here.

I can have you transferred to a safe prison.

He agreed to give me Flamma's report in exchange...

You'll be safe there.

...for an immunity plea.

I told him that in spite of my contacts, it wasn't easy.

What's in that report?

Enough to expose the Apostles and lock them up forever.

Bank accounts, bribes,

government officials.

Every single cop on their payroll.

Details of all the hit jobs they ordered for 20 years.

The report is yours if you find it.

I'd be willing to testify in a court of law.

In exchange for what?

Total immunity for any crime I may have committed.

I'll have you transferred to a safe prison,

with 24/7 double surveillance.

I pulled all the strings I could and got the permit that day.

Fine, but it has to be today.

We transferred him to a safe prison.

I hand-picked four cops to protect him 24/7.

I did everything I could and he was dead in 48 hours.

It was an inside job of course.

-Exactly. -Do you know who did it?

He didn't even bother to hide it because he knew very well

that nobody would dare go after him.

Who?

-Sir? -Please, stop the car.

-Who was it? -Stop the car.

I can't contact them.

Their phones must turned off, but I'll keep trying.

Never mind. You're wasting your time.

Things have changed. Ávila knows too much already.

So, what do you want to do?

You don't want to know. I'll call you.

-Are you okay, Sir? -I'm fine, thanks.

Good morning to you one more time, Sir.

Sorry to keep insisting like this.

I know that calling you every 15 minutes

can be somewhat irritating,

but I'm beginning to get a little concerned

about your present whereabouts,

as well as what you're doing at this very moment.

I would appreciate it

if you could provide me with some kind of news,

including your usual insults and mistreatment.

I will continue waiting for another 15 minutes, sir.

Who had Javier Santos killed?

The Chief of Police, right?

The Mejía case.

-Right. -Why did you have him killed?

-Your name? -Benítez.

An eye for an eye.

I phoned the guy my daughter thought

was a hit-man, Ivanisevich.

The Croatian.

So I paid one of his employees to kill him.

Who has enough power to kill the Chief of Police,

and some poor devil protected by four cops?

The Apostles.

That was awesome, right?

The guy was turning himself in and suddenly...

A remote-controlled car and a helicopter.

The bastard had some great toys.

-They got there just in time. -What?

-Yes, just in time. -I don't understand.

Who had the most to lose if he turned himself in?

Who needed him dead at that very moment?

-Who cares? The bastard's dead. -But who killed him?

How would I know? If you find out, let me know.

I'll send him a bottle of champagne.

I have an idea.

What idea?

-About who killed him. -Please!

Alright. Surprise me, Detective.

The big boss.

-God! -Stop playing dumb.

-Ávila. -Who the hell is he?

The guy that pays to keep you quiet.

And me.

Tell me something.

Where is El Chulo?

Erika handled that. I don't think it worked.

I need to find that agent.

I guess he decided not to do the job

because his victim offered to make him a porn star.

Unbelievable!

-Get in, I'm taking you somewhere safe. -No, thank you.

The smartest thing to do is to split up.

Be careful.

We're on the same team, man. We do the same job.

No, no, don't get confused here.

You're a hit-man.

Aren't you?

I am whatever they need me to be. Aren't you?

No, killing people isn't one of my duties.

What do you want me to do?

Congratulate you for your stupid integrity?

No, no, don't kid yourself.

We don't deserve to be congratulated for anything.

But I suggest you do your job far away from me.

-I'll keep that in mind. -Do that.

Damn rat!

Good morning, Iván.

What's good about a morning when you're not doing your job?

I will, don't worry.

I didn't know you could do your job from home.

At least the person next to me doesn't think you can.

I understand perfectly well.

Then take advantage of the fact that I called you.

I have a bad fever and I'm aching all over.

-I'll send a doctor to see you. -No. That's not necessary.

That's for the doctor to decide. Isn't it?

Iván, all I need is some rest.

Have you been crying?

-You sound a little weird. -What?

No, of course not.

I have a sore throat. That's all.

So stop talking then.

Take the day off. I'll give you a call later.

El Chulo went from being

a cold-blooded hit-man to a porn star?

Give me a freakin break!

Unbelievable. You're kidding, right?

No way! So what are you going to do?

What would you do?

First, I'd organize a party with his female workmates.

He knows too much. I'll have to get rid of him.

Yes, but after the orgy. Don't be stupid.

I like the bastard. I don't want to kill him.

I understand. Death isn't that great anyway.

But those are the rules we have to comply with.

Yes, but I'm the boss now. I can change the rules.

I hate bothering you, but there's a problem.

-Don't ever phone me again. -No, let me explain...

It's really very simple. You don't speak with me.

You don't know me. I don't exist.

Got it?

Yes.

Talk to Linares in the future.

-Linares? -Get out.

-He said to talk to you. -I know. What's the problem?

The problem is Erika Duarte.

She isn't a problem anymore. Isn't she dead?

Yes, I wrote the report myself concerning her death.

I know it by heart, good job. What's worrying you?

Mr. Duarte reopened the case. That's what.

He had the case transferred to Sánchez, leaving me out.

There's no need to worry.

That's what you said about the first report.

-Yes, I did. -So?

My name is in the first report.

What's weird about that? Sánchez knows you're both homicide detectives.

There's nothing suspicious about writing reports.

He knows I'm a hit-man.

Do you think you can control Sánchez?

He's controllable. He's not clean.

He'll keep quiet for now, but...

But what?

But he's worried about working for us.

He says he won't let my own job interfere with his police work.

Well, if he doesn't like it, you know what to do.

Have a nice day.

-Sir. -Tell the board to get back to work.

I think that's a pretty risky decision.

I remind you that El Chulo is still missing.

-Yes, I know that. -Is he dead?

If he's not, wait till I find him.

Sir...

-Linares. -Sir?

I need the name of the agent that killed Erika Duarte.

-Unfortunately I don't know. -Don't say "unfortunately".

I'm sorry, I don't have that information.

-Who? -I don't know.

Linares, I need you to start taking me very seriously.

-I always have, Sir. -Really?

You're telling me a guy like you,

the Don of Don's right hand,

a guy that misses nothing,

missed that detail?

Your predecessor did it without consulting me.

I found out after it happened.

So you don't know who killed her.

No I don't, Sir.

What a shame. You knew the priest, right?

Of course.

-Better than many? -Better than anybody.

So if he had actually given the job to somebody,

who would that be?

I suppose...

Or not.

There might be two possible names.

Very good.

I need those two names and where I can find them.

-Yes, Sir. -Here and now.

May I ask...

...what, what you plan to do...

...with this information?

You may.

Yes, yes you may.

But I'm not telling you.

This had better be right.

Sir.

Iván.

I've been looking for you all day long.

-I know. I saw your messages. -You had me worried, Sir.

Really?

-Where were you sir? -At Mr. Duarte's office.

I guess you rejected the job I'm sure he offered you?

He didn't offer me a job.

He wanted the name of his daughter's killer.

Why would he even think you would do such a thing?

Because I accepted.

How did Mr. Duarte convince you?

There's really nothing he can use against you.

Ávila.

You're in the report, your business, your partners.

Help me and I'll get rid of all the pages you're in.

Sir, I would like to have some more details.

Why would you do that for me?

Because not only did you save my daughter's life.

You'd save mine too. And because I can't do it alone.

Pick one.

Find out if he killed Erika. I'll deal with the other guy.

Why did you pick these two agents?

I didn't pick them. Linares did.

Do you really trust Linares?

I'll take the first one.

Pesadilla.

-Great. Iván. -Sir?

Listen very carefully.

If it turns out to be him, no matter what happens,

bring him to me alive and talking.

Don't bring him here dead, or tortured,

or mutilated.

I will be extremely careful about that, Sir.

Did you call a cab?

Thirty minutes ago, Jay.

Sorry, traffic is crazy.

But the first ten minutes are on me, okay?

Don't worry about it.

That's okay.

Pesadilla?

What? Sorry. I didn't hear you sir.

Are you Pesadilla?

No, I'm Tin Tan.

I see. My name is Iván. I work for Don Ávila.

I work for Mr. Rosas who owns the restaurant.

Thanks.

-Have we met? -I don't think so.

Because my memory's good and I don't remember you.

I'm Don Ávila, Jay.

Pesadilla?

-And you are? -I here on behalf of Don Ávila.

How can I help you?

Hand me your gun and then we can drive around town.

I need you to clear up some things for me.

Sure.

Let's go.

Were you responsible for the Erika Duarte job?

-I have a question for you. -Sure.

Were you the agent in charge of the Erika Duarte job?

That job.

-The attorney's daughter. -Can we have a seat?

Sure.

If only.

I wish I had that job because then...

That kind of job means retiring forever.

Why? Because she was a cop?

For the money.

It was the best paid job ever.

How much more or less?

They're only rumors. Some say one sum...

And others say another.

So give me one sum and then another.

-You'd never believe me. -Try me.

One million.

A million...

Dollars.

See? You don't believe me.

Ask other agents if you want. I'm not lying.

Why would anybody pay that kind of money?

Much less for a rookie cop?

What do you know about that lucky agent?

-Any idea? -Only rumors.

Rumors like the million bucks?

-Just rumors. -It's ridiculous,

just a ridiculous rumor. That's totally impossible.

Nobody believes that. Not even the guy that told me.

-I'm dying to hear it. -And I'll die if I tell you.

-I'm dead if I tell you. -You're dead if you don't.

Nobody's going to kill you. Just tell me.

You believe in ghosts?

I believe you're about to become one

if you don't tell me what the hell ghosts have to do

with the rumor about the agent that killed her.

Because the guy that supposedly did it...

...died more than two years ago.

THE EXCEPTION ALWAYS CONFIRMS THE RULE

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous Author.