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Ávila!

You killed him!

Ávila!

Wake up! Wake up!

Seriously?

You're letting them take you just like that,

without even trying to, I don't know, say goodbye or something?

They'll hear you. There's nothing I can do.

There's nothing you can do?

With that attitude, they might as well bury you.

-I don't even know them. -Sure you do.

You know one of them.

What do you want to do?

-I want to save myself. -How?

Killing all of them.

That's never going to happen.

ABOVE AND BELOW THE DON

Mrs. Santamaría, a pleasure to hear from you.

-Are you okay? -Why do you ask?

I left you a message last week and you didn't reply.

I feared the worst.

The Council is meeting in two hours and you should be there.

It would be an honor. I'll be there.

I saw him when... I got out of the car.

He wasn't more than nine or ten years old.

And he was dead!

Every single day I ask for God's forgiveness.

I should be in jail. I can't take it anymore!

I should be in jail. But I'm not. I'm still here.

I'm here.

I'm here.

It's been 247 days already, and I'm still here.

Thanks for sharing that.

And you, Manuel?

Is there anything you'd like to share with us?

No. No. No, thanks. Not today.

Come on, Manuel.

You've been with us every morning for a week now.

You heard the others.

You're among friends.

Okay then, here goes.

Hi.

My name is Manuel and I'm an addict.

-Hi. -Hi.

What are your addictions, Manuel?

I'm addicted to hookers.

To booze.

To coke if there's any,

or if I can afford it, because on my salary...

To pain.

I'm addicted to pain.

ORION CIRCUS

Come in, Iván.

If we all agree, let's open the meeting.

As you all know, thanks to Iván, don Ávila is dead.

Shoot me!

-Want to do something for me? -Kill me!

You messed up, man.

You know what to do.

You don't inherit this position. You earn it.

I'm a cop.

I investigate murders, investigate the case,

gather evidence and catch the culprits.

The bad guys.

Who are the bad guys?

There are two items on the agenda.

First of all, appointing Iván as a don and our colleague.

Secondly, deciding which of us is suitable to replace don Ávila

as the don of dons.

-Mrs. Santamaría. -What's the matter, Mr. Alcázar?

-A doubt. -What doubt?

Why do you want to replace don Ávila?

You took care of him, didn't you?

The message I sent the lady said

that don Ávila was no longer an issue, not that I took care of him.

So explain this to me.

How can an issue not be an issue if it hasn't been dealt with?

The flaw that caused the issue has been dealt with.

Did Ávila take care of Dr. Duarte?

Correction.

I myself took care of Dr. Duarte.

What about Ávila? Is he alive?

Of course.

My dad who was also a cop used to say,

"It's jail bars that separate the good guys from the bad guys."

Forgive me, Dad, but that's a bunch of crap.

The longer I live and the more I see,

the more I realize those of us out here are the bad guys.

Each time I look at myself in a mirror, I don't see a good guy anymore.

I see...

I see nothing but a coward.

I see a killer.

I see a coward who killed his own son.

I know that one day I'll pay for what I did.

For what I am.

And I guess that as we speak, somebody's preparing to kill me.

Who knows?

Maybe even today as I leave this building.

With a bullet. One clean shot.

And I'm okay with it. Those are the rules of the game.

That's why I'm here.

For that son of a bitch who's getting ready to kill me.

Falling off the wagon won't stop him from coming after me,

I know that for sure.

It's just that... I don't want him to find me plastered.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies,

and the don of dons.

This Council made you a very simple offer,

so if Ávila is alive, you're not welcome here.

After I took care of Dr. Duarte,

don Ávila named me... a don.

Yeah, right!

I give you the wild beast!

She used to be such a sweet thing,

she was adorable as a puppy, but beware.

-María? -Beware, because inside....

-What are you doing here? -She carries...

-What have they done to you? -What have they done to me?

Satan himself!

What did you do to me? It's you! What did you do to me?

Do I look like I'm enjoying your bullshit?

-No. I guess not. -How do we know you're a don?

Because I say so, and lying to a don is against the rules.

-To hell with the rules! -And aiming a gun at a don...

You're not a don!

Mr. Alvarado!

With all due respect.

If I had betrayed you, I wouldn't be here.

Neither would you guys be alive.

-Put it down, Mr. Alvarado. -No.

-Now! -No.

Sit down, Alvarado!

Forgive me.

Now you're going to say you're sorry?

That they forced you to put me in this cage?

-I didn't do this to you. -No! Don't touch me!

You got tired of me.

You lost interest in me.

That's why we couldn't be together anymore.

-What was the problem? What? -I killed you.

For no reason.

I'm already dead. I died with Emiliano.

You need... You need help. Somebody help me!

-You need help. -It's you who needs help.

Let her go. Let her go. She'll never be happy.

Iván. The contracts to kill us?

They haven't been activated yet. I'd have to notify you first.

Get out of here immediately.

We need to see don Ávila.

Until then, we do not accept you as one of us.

Got it.

I'll let you know when I see don Ávila.

If you'll excuse me.

-Pathetic. -Define "pathetic".

Having lung cancer and smoking.

Or hearing some guy talk about cancer

without realizing that he too is a cancer.

Another example.

Sacrificing everything for nothing in exchange.

Weren't you promoted?

-You're the don of dons. -No, I'm just a slave.

We're all slaves. Well-paid or not.

And here, just between you and me,

nobody had the guts to change the system either.

Look at me.

We're cowards.

We cowards stink.

Ávila!

Stop worrying about the guys above you.

Instead, start worrying about the guys below you.

Son.

They're waiting for us onstage.

Don Ávila, thank you for seeing me so late.

I'm sorry, don Ávila isn't with us anymore.

And you are?

Iván... Mr. Alcázar.

-I was referred to don Ávila. -Don Ávila isn't with us anymore.

But I assure you I'm perfectly capable of...

...solving your problem.

Please.

So, how can we help you?

What is your relationship with Mr. Reverte?

He owns the company I work for.

Okay, so what's the problem with Mr. Reverte?

Good morning, Segovia.

-Do I need to tell you? -It might be useful.

But you're not required to.

His wife and I are in love.

That guy is such a bastard!

I think that's enough for now, thank you.

I have more information if you need it.

More information than this?

I've never seen such a detailed, thorough report as this.

I'm his head of security.

Life is full of surprises and contradictions.

What?

Nothing. What kind of deadline are we looking at?

-What's left of this month. -Ten days.

There are two more Thursdays left. It has to be on a Thursday.

-Why Thursday? -Thursday is my day off.

I take my team out of town to a shooting range.

-It's the perfect day for an alibi. -Tomorrow is way too soon.

You'll have to wait until next week.

The guy who recommended you said it's 50% upfront.

Thank you.

A client?

-Yes. -Excellent.

Ana.

Do you think I should have a nameplate made

to put on top of my desk?

Don Ávila didn't have one.

Neither did don Moreira.

You don't need one.

Good night.

Ladies and gentlemen.

What you're about to see is something truly amazing.

You're about to see how the power of the mind

turns this average Joe

into our slave.

-What are you doing? -Hypnotizing you.

-That won't work. -Do as I say.

-That's what they want. -Go to hell.

You're ruining the show. Do as we say.

-No way. -I'll count to three...

And you'll act as a monkey.

One, two, three.

You've always been hypnotized. What's the problem?

-I'm not hypnotized now. -Really?

Don Ávila.

Are you ready to obey our orders?

-Are you ready to be our slave? -Yes.

And to prove it to our audience,

we'll ask don Ávila to turn over his most valuable possession.

-His loyalty! -His life!

Don Ávila. Please get on the chair.

Put the mask on.

Please put the noose on.

On the count of three you will jump off the chair.

One! Two! Three!

Dad!

He's the problem!

You cowardly son of a bitch! No cojones.

-We're not sorry for him, are we? -No!

-We're not sorry for him! -No!

It's your fault we're here.

Sir...

Sir...

-Any news? -He just woke up.

That's great news.

Tell don Ávila that I'm very happy to hear he's recovering.

And that I'll be there on the dot.

Tea?

-Are you really having tea? -What are you doing here?

I've been to every seedy bar and whorehouse in town

until this lady said to me, "Sánchez straightened up."

-Why are you looking for me? -You got a partner?

-No I don't. -So stop looking.

Sir.

Don Ávila. Take it easy.

You're still very weak.

-Where... Where... Where am I? -You're safe here, sir.

-Who... who...? -Who brought you here?

I don't know, Iván phoned, and you were already here.

Iván?

Don't do that, sir. You've been in a coma for a week.

Didn't you quit?

You were sick and tired of the force and you were bitching all the time.

I was just experiencing a vulnerable moment.

What did you expect, man? I got a bullet in me.

Guys say a lot of crazy stuff when that happens.

Damn it! Aren't you glad to see me?

-I'm glad. -Then at least show it.

Look,

right now I'm in a kind of...

...turning point in my life.

A turning point, really? You found God and you're...

Yes, you moron! So now, you need to obey my rules.

You think I forgot you shot me?

Okay, fine, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I apologize.

Cardozo wanted us both dead and he messed up.

You think I'll sit here and do nothing about it?

No way, I propose we watch each other's back.

-Our backs? -Okay. Sorry. Sorry.

Under these circumstances that's probably inappropriate.

-You understand me. -Nobody understands you.

-Can we have a minute? -Sure.

Sir.

-Iván. -It's so good to see you standing up.

-How've you been? -Fine, sir.

-Getting things back to normal. -Back to normal?

So, what does normal say?

Is there any new event apart from... my death?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I'm glad you asked, sir.

Forgive me for telling you this in your condition, but...

I recently had a meeting with the Council of the dons

and they all question my appointment as a don.

-Why am I alive? -Excuse me?

-Why am I alive? -Because of Molina, sir.

-Iván. -Molina saved you.

Ávila's in my car with me. He needs a doctor.

They took you to the E.R. operating room.

Fortunately the bullet didn't hit any organs.

How did they do it?

How did they let me in here without asking any questions?

Sánchez whipped up a report. Violent robbery.

Looks like a young guy with a shaved head and tattoos all over his face

tried to hijack your car,

you stood up to him and in his desperation,

he shot you in the stomach.

Tattoos?

It's all in the details, sir.

Right. The details. I need to get out of here now.

I think we need to ask the doctors.

The guy I need to speak with is Molina.

Sir, you just got out of a coma. I think it's best...

What do you think I should do? Mr. Alcázar?

I need to see Molina.

Alright.

-Regarding the Council... -I don't know, Iván.

After I speak with Molina I'll make my decision.

May I ask why?

Molina's my right-hand man.

Sorry, I didn't know that.

See you later.

-I saw you. -Excuse me?

You were a wolf.

A wolf in the woods.

Molina, I need you to meet me at the funeral home ASAP.

You work too hard.

What do you want?

-How are you? -Get out.

Can we talk at least?

I'm only alive, Ana, because I skipped town.

I thought about you every single day, Ana.

You know how hard it was to not look for you?

Not speaking to you?

-Can we talk? -I'd rather die.

I'll take that contract.

Easy!

Ana.

It's okay, it's okay, Ana.

Ana, Ana. It's me, Daniel, look at me.

Ana. Hey.

Ana! Ana. Hey. Look at me.

Look at me.

Breathe.

One more time. Breathe.

Let her breathe.

She's breathing.

-You wanted to see me? -In my office.

-Ávila woke up. -How is he doing?

Considering he just woke up from a coma, he's... better.

Good, good. I need to speak with him.

-That's funny. -What's funny?

What happened on the way to the hospital?

Apart from taking him there and he almost died?

You were with him all the way to the hospital,

so I'd like to know if there was any... kind of conversation?

No. Well, not that I recall. Why do you ask?

Because he named you his right-hand man.

Sorry. Me?

His right-hand man? No. I'm nobody's right-hand man.

I don't think it's funny.

And being a right-hand man is a great honor.

Depends on whose right-hand man you are.

Tomorrow.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

-Tomorrow? At what time tomorrow? -Whenever I come to get you.

-Okay, sure thing, Iván. -Mr. Alcázar.

-What's that? -Mr. Alcázar.

No, sorry, there's something in your hanky.

Allow me. It's just a little spot, see?

That's better.

See you then... Mr. Alcázar.

Roberto Ávila.

You're back among the living, aren't you?

Rising from the ashes like the Phoenix.

Aren't you inviting me in? Is this your house?

We've got a job for you.

-We? -Our organization.

-The Apostles. -That's right.

You shot me.

Want me to do it again?

What's the job?

Today, Iván Alcázar is signing a contract.

He has every right to.

We don't want him to. It affects a friend of ours.

Why don't you speak with Iván?

Because that's why there's a don of dons.

Okay.

It has to be tomorrow. So get rid of the chair.

I didn't shoot you in the leg. What a drama queen.

How can anybody live here?

Any special instructions?

Go crazy.

Come in, sir.

-I'm all ears. -The contract to eliminate Reverte.

How do you know about it?

We need you to eliminate the guy who ordered the job.

The client.

We must stop him from hiring somebody else for the job you're cancelling.

-Why me? -Roberto...

-I hate having to repeat myself. -Have you got an agent?

We have a few days to find the right agent for the job.

Here's all the info you need about the guy.

We need it done tomorrow. So get rid of the chair.

I didn't shoot you in the leg. What a drama queen.

-Anything else? -Yes, the wife, the client's lover.

You must eliminate her too.

It's canceled.

Canceled? How so?

Remember when Moreira sat there?

He's still with us.

The client will ask for an explanation.

Yes, well, forget about the client.

What does forget about the client mean?

It means I'll take care of it.

Well, according to the rules,

a client can never be a victim and viceversa.

Iván.

Understood.

No, I don't understand.

There's nothing to understand.

Just do as I say.

-Have you spoken with Molina? -Yes. We're meeting at noon.

Here.

What's up, buddy?

-Hello, Mr. Segovia. -What's up?

-How many booths? -Five for the entire team.

You brought all of them. Count them.

-Did Rafa leave you all alone? -He's on vacation, left me in charge.

-You know what it's like. -The lazy bastard.

Right. Need any rounds?

-We're good. Thanks, buddy. -I'll be right up, guys.

FIRING RANGE

You can't. You just can't.

-What? -All bitches are crazy.

And the ones that aren't crazy you don't know well enough.

-Right. -Right, boss?

Depends, a touch of craziness in a woman isn't bad.

-Did you hear that? -What?

The boss is in love! What's her name?

Okay, morons, grab your rifles and take your positions.

-Let's do this. -Okay.

Invite us to the wedding.

-The boss has a lover. -Yes.

TRAINING CENTER

FIRING RANGE

Don Ávila.

-Why am I alive? -It was my decision.

Iván says you named me your right-hand man.

-You saved my life. -You were no use to me dead.

You could've replaced me.

Who told you, don Ávila, that I want to replace you?

I only saved you, don Ávila, because I need you.

What for?

To get rid of The Apostles.

What's in it for you?

The same thing as you, don Ávila.

Payback.

Your kid, right?

I had a wife, don Ávila, whose name was Elisa.

I was crazy about her.

When I was with her I forgot all the evil I'd done

and I was a little more human.

But in this damn job being human is a weakness,

so Cardozo decided to get rid of my wife

as he decided to get rid of your kid.

Cardozo and The Apostles took away from me

the only part of a human being I had in me.

I need your help, don Ávila.

Who is this?

-An Apostle? -No, an Apostle would be easier.

Let's just say he works for them.

And he has some vital information.

Certain information

that would help us kill all of them.

A Don never declares war without being sure he'll win.

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.