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Breaking into this office is way too easy.

You need more security, Iván.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Santamaría.

Ávila is mistaken about Duarte,

just like he was about his daughter.

The other Dons and I would feel a lot safer

with Duarte dead,

but Ávila won't do it.

He won't kill him.

Instead, he'll hand over one of our agents to him,

so Duarte can have his stupid revenge.

Updating the rules is one thing,

total chaos is another very different matter.

Don't you think?

What do you prefer, order or chaos?

Order, I suppose.

I thought so.

-So do I. -Mrs. Santamaría, Don Ávila...

-Iván, can we speak frankly? -I suppose we can.

Why are you still with Ávila?

I don't understand.

Why do you keep brown-nosing Ávila?

He even had you replaced.

-If you mean Linares... -I mean the last board meeting.

We were all there. Ávila was there.

With Linares at his side. And you?

Where were you?

You didn't know there was a meeting?

Don Ávila might have...

Being the Don of Dons that he is,

with Linares as his right-hand man,

where does that leave you, In the same position?

And if that were the case, who would be your new Don?

We've had a few losses recently.

Due to my seniority that would be...

What if it were you?

I don't want to replace anyone.

Stop playing dumb with me.

Ávila is no longer this funeral parlor's Don.

And from what I see, nobody is this funeral parlor's Don.

But guess what, you'll never be this funeral parlor's Don.

You know why?

Because Ávila doesn't trust you.

He doesn't think you're capable of being more than a PA.

And you know it.

Funny though...

None of us thought Ávila

was capable of ever being even a Don.

And with just one well-placed bullet,

he took control of everything.

I admire that in him.

If he wants something,

he takes it.

Your box, ma'am.

It's a gift.

From somebody who goes by the book to another.

Whoever gets rid of Duarte

would have the admiration and unconditional support

of the entire board.

It's a magnificent piece.

I know.

Before,

when there were rules,

that gun was used exclusively to end a Don's life.

The hit jobs would be activated.

Every single hit job

against you will be activated...

...if anything happens to the Don.

That's why I came looking for you.

I'm sure that in your new position,

you could avoid that.

Now if you'll excuse me,

Don.

PUPPETS AND PUPPETEERS

Hello.

-This is... -Roberto Ávila.

Jesús Galván. Chucho to my buddies, welcome.

-Thanks. -Ana's making coffee, right?

-Where's my Mom? -Resting in her room as usual.

I'll see if she needs anything.

No, leave her alone. She needs nothing.

I want her to tell me if she needs anything.

I want you to make some coffee for our guest.

-I need to see Mom. -Please, Ana, go make us some coffee.

I won't say it again.

Ana, Chucho's right.

It was a long flight. I'd love some coffee.

Put those in some water.

Okay.

Come right in, man. Don't be shy. Go on.

-A shot of tequila? -No, thanks.

You're not looking good, Linares.

You need to sleep more or take some sun.

Whatever works for you.

-Thank you, sir. -Tell me about that eyewitness.

Don't hang up yet. I have some news.

Duarte says he has a witness

who can identify his daughter's killer.

-Yes? -I have a witness.

-Impossible. -I know.

And yet you seem so uncertain, Linares.

-Why would Duarte lie? -No idea.

-Why? -No idea, sir.

"No idea" is inacceptable in our business.

I'm sure there's no witness.

If you're wrong,

they'll come after you and then us.

That's not happening.

Of course not, if there is a witness,

and they come after you, they'll find a corpse.

How do you know the bastard that killed Erika is here?

My sources never fail.

You're parking here?

I don't see a valet anywhere. Do you?

It's up to you, but don't count on me if it disappears.

You didn't do much last time.

Okay, here's the deal.

There's only one guy and just one entrance.

It's two to one. Piece of cake.

What about the others?

My gut instinct says the others are waiting for us.

Take it easy. I checked it out.

-I like you. Roberto, right? -Yes, Roberto Ávila.

I said I like you.

Awesome.

I'd like you better if I knew why the hell you're here.

-Are you guys dating? -We are.

-You're a lot older than her. -Not that much.

What do you do?

I have a...

...funeral parlor, Chucho.

You're the guy that phones her. You're her boss?

We work together.

How much do you make?

That's a lot of questions. Don't you agree, Chucho?

It's only fair for me to ask you something.

Thank you.

-I have a bad feeling. -Give me a break.

You sound like my ex-wife.

He obviously had some common sense.

Damn it, Ana!

What?

I said four sugars, you idiot.

How many times do I have to tell you?

It's upstairs. Second floor.

-Backup. -Backup?

That's what we need.

Ávila wants him alive.

-I want to live too, buddy. -Listen.

I'll do it if you won't. Wait for me in the car.

No!

No way!

Take care of it.

You solve that problem.

When you're done,

give me a call.

I need to make a call, Chucho.

Damn it! What the hell did you put in my coffee?

Iván, I need you here at Ana's place now.

What are you up to? I'll get you for this.

You'll pay for this, bitch. I'll get you for this.

Chucho, you're the one that's getting it.

Are you okay?

-You're late. -I know, sorry, I had a flat tire and...

Never mind. I got a job for you.

-We have new payment terms? -No. Why?

This is more, much more than the 50% advance.

This job is much more demanding. That's why it's still 50%.

-More demanding? -Right. It's a very risky job.

Who's so risky?

Someone that won't give you a second chance.

No, not here. At your place. Take your time to go over it.

-What's the deadline? -As soon as possible,

so take the day off,

go home and plan the whole thing.

Sir.

If you don't mind, I'd like to do it myself.

Who the hell are you?

Iván.

But that doesn't matter.

All that matters is what are you doing here?

Or if you prefer, who the hell are you?

Galván.

Galván?

Why are you here, Galván?

I'm doing a friend a favor.

He asked me to take care of his family.

-Why doesn't he do it? -He's in jail, right?

Your father?

Ana doesn't want you here.

That's not your decision. It's up to the man of the house.

And he owes me, you hear me? He owes me big time.

So you're getting even, I guess?

Listen, bitch! What the hell do you care?

Let me tell you what the hell I care.

Don Ávila, Ana and I are part of an organization

that kills people for money.

It's as simple as that.

We usually carry out our jobs

without any moral judgment or remorse.

But sometimes we've been forced to kill in order to survive,

to protect our own people.

Don't look at her. Look at me.

Your dad put me in charge of this house, Ana!

This damn house is mine! I wear the pants in this family.

This bitch and her damn mother will betray you.

They turned their dad in to the cops for nothing!

For nothing?

What he did to my face is nothing?

He turned me into nothing.

You don't pour acid over someone for nothing, sir.

He did you a freaking favor.

-Who wants us dead? -What are you talking about?

This was a trap. They were expecting us.

-Forget it. -No way, I can't forget that.

If you ask me, I'd say it's the Don.

-It wasn't him. -Who was it then?

You saved my life twice. Twice already.

-Damn it! -Stop bawling, it's nothing.

I could've died, idiot.

Don't you know it's a curse? You can't die!

Plus you're getting morphine pumped into you, baby.

You're flying sky high, baby.

The normal classifications are usually pretty or ugly.

Cute or whatever.

That's it. It's as simple as that.

But the case is that whether dead or alive,

the right classification is the one we feel is right.

Whether one looks like a crow,

or the weirdest of beasts,

it's not the same, it's like comparing a rat to a stag.

Still I now dare to compare appearances,

and without the help of any science,

I dare to call him ugly.

He hides himself because he's ugly.

And because he wants to.

Only those that like being ugly prefer the dark.

We need to leave now.

-What about the body? -The Chivalziks will do that.

I phoned them already.

Okay.

Wait for me outside. I just need a minute.

Mom.

I need to go somewhere, but I won't be long.

No problem, honey. I need to rest for a while.

-Yes? -I can't do it.

What do you mean you can't?

I can't, I know my limits and this is too much.

I'm afraid you can't say no this time.

I can if I don't feel safe. Those are the rules.

The rules are different here. You can't say no.

-Why not? -You know too much.

Got it?

How are you feeling?

Thank you.

Ana, take Iván to Molina's house.

Why?

He's dead.

It's possible.

So why do you want to go to his place?

Just to make sure.

I'm sure he's dead.

I haven't heard from him since the last time I saw him.

In fact nobody's seen him.

Somebody saw him.

-When? -Take Iván to Molina's place.

Mr. Duarte.

Something came up. Don't think I forgot about you.

There's a problem.

I can't find the witness to my daughter's murder.

-What? -She was due to arrive from Madrid,

but the guy I sent to the airport didn't see her.

And she won't take my calls.

Maybe she'll take the next flight.

No, I checked the passenger list and she was on that flight.

Did you call the cops?

Yes, they sent a team to the airport to investigate.

We don't need to meet then.

No, we don't.

Keep me updated.

Are you sure it's here?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Making sure there's nobody home.

I'd hate to be mistaken for a burglar.

What if he's alive?

What do you mean?

Will you kill him?

Yes, if he's alive.

I don't see why you think he's alive.

Because nobody's seen his body.

-So it's up for sale? -That's right.

So I guess the question is who's selling it, right?

What about the wife?

What was she like?

She asked you to come over and do her makeup, right?

Yes.

Is it the same?

Doing a dead body's make-up and a living person's?

You look very pretty, Alicia.

-Find any pictures? -What?

Did you find any pictures?

We won't find anything, Iván. He was very careful.

What do you know about the house?

It belonged to her parents.

Where's the master bedroom?

Ávila?

Who wants to know?

Laura Bostok.

I'm Erika's Mom.

My deepest condolences, ma'am.

Laura.

Roberto. If there's anything you need...

You can tell me who killed my daughter.

Maybe you spoke with your husband...

He's not my husband. He hasn't been for 14 years.

We hadn't spoken for ten years.

-Did you fly here from Madrid? -Yes.

Then you saw the killer.

I saw my daughter die.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Close the window.

-I need some air. -And I need you to close it.

Does the air bother you?

You're not safe.

I know.

That's weird.

I forgot how this city smells.

What does it smell like?

Like nothing good.

-What, do I look ridiculous? -You look desperate.

Know of any other place we can look?

Apart from this house? No, I don't.

Alright then. Let's get out of here.

We're going somewhere safe.

Why did you leave?

I got married too young. I realized that afterwards.

Is this your first trip back?

-What about your husband? -Ex. Ex-husband.

Your ex-husband says you saw your daughter's killer.

Is that true?

Just for an instant.

Enough to never forget him.

How could you see the killer's face?

From Spain?

Seriously, Mom. You should see him.

He has beer at work, watches porn on his computer.

No! That is so typical. What are you going to do, baby?

I don't know.

I'm new there so I don't want to look like a gossip.

Maybe I'll tell his boss. I don't know.

You're right. Maybe his boss is like that too.

I could also talk to Dad.

Your dad isn't God you know.

I know.

-That's my tea. Hold on. -Okay.

Why did you turn it off?

To smoke.

So she couldn't see me.

I had promised to quit.

What did you drop?

What's going on?

Shut up!

Thank you.

Are you sure you're okay?

-What about your Mom? -She's tougher than she seems.

I spoke with Moreira today

about my resignation.

What did he say?

Tomorrow they're taking Elisa to her sister's place.

And you?

Moreira wants me to meet somebody.

Who?

I don't know, Ana.

Looks like he had his orders.

What does that mean?

That depending on what happens tomorrow,

I could come home or not.

Promise me this.

If I'm not back tomorrow,

don't look for me or mention me to anyone.

Not to Moreira or Iván. Nobody.

For you own safety.

If I'm not back tomorrow,

it means I'm dead.

Iván.

Do you think Moreira betrayed us?

I don't know.

Welcome.

Do you live here?

For now.

-Got something to drink? -Sure.

The decor isn't mine.

The guy that lived here before

had this weird obsession with sculptures.

I just don't get it.

What are you scared of?

There are several rooms

if you need to take a shower or rest a while.

I couldn't do a thing!

I couldn't do a thing!

I should've been there!

You'd be dead too.

Exactly.

You don't mean that.

You don't understand.

There's no reason for you to understand.

Yes, I do understand.

My son was murdered too.

What did you do?

I looked for the guy.

Until I found him.

I put a plastic bag around his head,

and left it there until he stopped breathing.

Ana.

Lock the door.

This is for you.

-Speak. -The job's done.

Excellent.

-I want my money. -Don't worry. You'll have it.

Meet me at the same place as last time in an hour, okay?

Okay.

By the way, considering our friend's talent for reappearing,

I'd like some kind of proof for my own peace of mind.

Proof? What kind of proof?

I can't tell you on the phone.

Something he needs, and can't get rid of easily.

I remember he had a tattoo on his left hand.

-Right, okay, fine. -Be there on time.

It's not what you think.

How do you know what I think?

I don't know.

But whatever you think it is,

it's not that.

So, what are you doing?

Due to the current situation we find ourselves in,

I need to channel my anxiety.

Did you take this?

No, I don't even know why I have it.

You can use it, right?

Iván, it's late. What do you want?

Excuse me, sir.

I thought you'd like to know we got a picture of our friend.

Send it to me.

That sculpture collection is pretty disturbing.

I told you so.

Anything important?

An employee.

Trustworthy?

Yes.

Curiously enough he's the only person I trust.

Laura, do you know this guy?

Erika, look at me.

That's it. Slowly. Slowly. Very slowly.

We're almost done here. Almost done.

Come, come, we're almost done. That's it.

Shut up!

Come, move it.

That's him.

CERTAINTY RULES

Killing well to live better." Anonymous Author.