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It's the don of dons. Am I in trouble here?

Because I really don't think you're here

to wish me a happy birthday.

I'll pay you twice as much for that hitjob.

This job demands total discretion, Alvarado.

There can be no money trails, not one shred of evidence,

no one can know I'm behind it.

Understood?

Apart from the measly sum you're offering me for this job,

what else is there in it for me?

Council Chair.

These are hard times, Alvarado.

The Council doesn't respect me, they disregard me.

Plus they want me dead.

I can find another agent if you want, even Santamaria.

Santamaria? Give me a break! The woman is totally useless.

If you do this hitjob...

...I will personally make sure to take care of Santamaria.

Sweet deal.

In this envelope there's the name,

date and place where the job needs to be done.

Do not use some rookie.

Here's 50% upfront.

Any special solution for this job, sir?

All that matters...

...is what he's carrying.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Chairman.

It's unbelievable, don Ivan.

Your measurements are exactly the same.

What's unbelievable about that?

Well, it's been ten years since I took them.

So long?

What's the reason for this? Getting a new wardrobe?

It's just that I've been promoted and I'd like...

...people to notice.

You want them to notice your elegance.

Your Elegance.

Elegance.

I guess.

I hope you like your office, don Avila.

Have a team search every nook and cranny.

I already did.

Have them do it again while I'm here.

It's not bad.

What changes would you make?

I'm not really sure.

If I may be so bold,

I think powerful people today don't have your class.

They've lost their values.

It's a real shame.

Because you, don Ivan, seem to be from another time.

Sometimes I'd like to be from another time.

Molina.

How long did you work for Moreira?

A long time, sir.

I started working for Mr. Juarez

then I was transferred to Moreira.

Transferred?

Juarez and Moreira had a meeting one evening.

They invited me, I reached an agreement with Moreira

and he had me transferred.

Really?

What about Ana?

When did you meet her?

We met at the funeral home, sir.

Many years ago.

Tell me, Molina.

Did you guys bang before or after she put makeup

on your disabled wife in her wheelchair?

I don't think this conversation is necessary, don Avila.

But talking about my dead kid at his grave is?

-You're talking about my wife. -And you, about my kid!

Don Avila, shouldn't we explore other channels of communication

if we want this to work?

Power. I'd like the power to show.

Communication channels?

Yes, I agree with you.

Power has an unmistakable aroma.

What aroma is that?

The inevitability of things.

The certainty of a decision.

A necessary sacrifice.

Have you ever seen this?

Power changes one's voice and one's posture.

Tell me everything you know...

...about this.

It's like an incurable virus that invades the body.

Drinks our blood and makes it boil.

I saw it once before.

I know only the Council uses it

if they unanimously agree to terminate a don.

Why do you have it, don Avila?

It remedies the shakes.

Tames other people's willpower.

It puts us in control.

That's all, Molina.

I'll let you know when and where you're lunching with Cardozo.

Beware of Cardozo, don Avila.

I'm not sure exactly how you want to show off...

...your new position, your power,

but I'm afraid the answer to that

is not to be found in your wardrobe.

I woke up butt naked in my truck.

I realized right away

I wouldn't know what happened even if I wanted to.

Isn't that the shameful part?

Having others tell you what you did.

What an ass you made of yourself.

And I enjoyed deciding if it was...

...for real or just a dream.

I walked all the way to my front door.

I knocked the door and...

...my wife opened it.

I don't remember hitting her.

But I saw it in her eyes.

That I hit her.

My son was there.

That was about a month and a half ago.

And I know nothing about my wife or my kid.

If they want to see me again.

"God,

grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change,

the courage to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know the difference."

-Sir. -Yes?

What are you doing?

-Cleaning. -Cleaning what?

We don't know how many bugs Linares left here.

All the bugs were removed last week.

-Better safe than sorry. -Whatever you say.

Have you checked your physical workspace?

The guys I hired are professional bug sweepers.

Am I losing my mind?

That's normal. You are scared.

It's a blend of fear and paranoia.

Only a don experiences that.

-Ana. -Yes, sir?

Go check your workspace.

How are you feeling?

Letting it out is tough, right?

Looks like you could use a drink.

Right?

Cheers.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Roberto. How are you?

A bullet to the gut is bad enough,

but for all your weariness

you managed to do the hitjobs I gave you.

I got lucky.

That's how morons describe success.

Tell me, Roberto. Is it working out with Molina?

For now.

He's a good agent.

A don of dons needs a loyal right-hand man.

Loyal? Loyal to whom?

To you. To me. Isn't it the same thing?

-I guess. -You guess?

There's also the issue of cops Buitre and Sanchez.

They're so sneaky they need to be dealt with, yes?

-No -No?

I need them, I need somebody in the Police Department. They're useful.

That's not your compassion speaking, is it?

They're useful to our organization.

Very well.

They'll live for now.

Haven't you tried to see your kid?

No, I haven't.

He won't see me.

You have rights.

And she has her reasons.

Do they know you're in rehab?

It's not my first time in rehab, or the first time I relapsed.

And even if it's my last time, to them it's just one more.

Talk to me.

Okay.

-Work? -Yes, let's do this another day.

-I need to go. -Listen.

Now that we're in rehab,

we're supposed to have a sponsor and...

And I was thinking maybe you could be my sponsor.

Seriously?

If I'm your sponsor you'll relapse tomorrow.

It's been years since I talked about it.

Okay.

Here's my card.

Take care.

Let's talk about Dr. Duarte.

How do I make you understand?

If someone gets in our way,

we need to make an example of that person.

You're an example. Molina is an example.

What Duarte tried to do is very serious.

We can't look the other way, got it?

No. Duarte's dead.

And so is his daughter. But Laura's alive.

Laura Duarte isn't a threat to anybody.

I know that's how you see it.

Your judgment is as flawed as it was with her daughter.

Laura is far away from here.

In Madrid, I know. Is her being abroad enough for us?

You think we can't terminate her wherever she is?

-What do you want to do? -Nothing for now.

But if she's a problem...

If Laura Duarte returns to Mexico,

I will terminate her myself, alright?

Alright.

We wouldn't expect anything less but to be quite honest,

seeing how you protect her and those cops,

tell me this, Roberto.

Did your near-death experience make you get soft?

No.

That remains to be seen.

Anything else?

Just one thing.

I need this hitjob done right away.

I'll get an agent.

She booked a flight for tonight.

She can't be on it.

How do you expect me to do this job in a few hours?

No, Roberto. You don't have a few hours.

It has to be done right now.

May I ask why it's so urgent to terminate her?

The woman herself is of no importance.

It's the events her death will trigger that matter.

It's like a line of dominoes.

We need the last one to fall.

But the first one is the most important.

Do it like a mugging.

Ivan?

Tamara?

Isn't somebody missing?

Your son?

He's home.

How can I help you?

What did I do wrong?

-Why would you ask that? -Nobody calls me.

And now that you're the don in this funeral home,

I need to know if I still have a job

because I'm being extremely underused.

I understand.

We've been going through some tough times.

We had so many issues to deal with,

we had to close the office for a while,

but fortunately I'm in charge of the funeral home

and things will soon be back on track.

How soon?

Soon is when it happens.

Okay.

I hope you're right.

I'd hate to look for work elsewhere.

Tell me something. How long can a baby last without his mom?

I'd hate to see you retire before your time.

That's why I like you.

See you, Ivan.

Don Alcazar.

Alcazar.

I find it disturbing

to be in the position I always thought I'd be,

but everybody still sees the same person I used to be.

What's bad about being the same person?

The job shouldn't change us.

We should change the job.

That's what don Avila did.

I feel they respected me more as a right-hand guy.

That's because you didn't have to show them

how powerful you are, sir.

You're the only person that calls me "sir."

Everybody else still calls me Iv n.

I guess it's because I was Ivan for so long,

so there's nothing I can do about it.

Please follow me, sir.

Have a seat.

-You need a coronation ceremony. -You're mocking me.

I'm not mocking you. A king is only a king after he's crowned.

People need rituals to accept new situations.

So, what kind of ritual is it?

Austere, food and drink. It takes place right here.

In a funeral home?

Can you think of a better place?

No.

I think the funeral home is perfect.

Good, I'll take care of it.

Now if you'll excuse me, don Alcazar.

I can't believe it. It's the old-lady killer!

Leave me alone.

I'd love to, but you know how this works.

I'm here because of you, not me.

So?

Is this how it's going to be?

How?

Is the don of dons

going to handle only the most risky hitjobs?

That's not funny.

Okay, so tell me. What's your next hitjob?

A disabled person? A pregnant woman with crutches?

No, I know, I know, I know. A six-year-old kid.

But you need to surprise him. Kids run like bats out of hell.

Shut up!

Or else? You'll kill me again?

You think I enjoyed it?

I think that was the first time I didn't see you hesitate.

You hesitate, you die. You taught me that.

I also taught you that nobody can make you take a hitjob.

You saw what happens if I refuse.

And you saw what happens if you do, so what's worse?

Turning into a broken guy that nobody respects?

Who doesn't trust his own victims?

Who forgot who he was?

I know who I am and I know what I want.

Possibly.

And I know what I need to do...

...to get it.

Ibarra.

Don Avila.

I want you to call a council meeting.

When do you want the meeting?

This evening.

Sir.

They're here.

Thank you, Ana.

Thank you very much to all of you for being here.

It's true that our organization has suffered...

We've suffered...

We've suffered.

All you need to do is take a look around you

to see how many casualties we've had.

And all because of...

...disobeying the rules.

Disobeying the order of things.

How did your meeting with Cardozo go?

He's testing me.

He wants to see if the bullet he put in your gut worked.

I'll blow his brains out first chance I get.

And you can, don Avila. You have every right to.

So, what's going to happen to the other eleven bastards?

There's only one way to kill The Twelve Apostles.

Not kicking the door down like madmen,

but entering and opening it from inside.

To don Alcazar. Cheers.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Two stab wounds.

One to the stomach, another to the kidneys.

It's unfortunate.

She was stabbed precisely where it matters.

A little further and she'd live. That's why we didn't move her.

She died almost instantly.

What's her name?

No idea. I never asked her. She was a very private person.

Didn't you see her name on a credit card?

-No, she always paid in cash. -Was she a good tipper?

Yes, usually more than 10%. What does that matter?

We ask the questions here.

So, what are your plans now that you're the don?

To make sure there are no more mistakes

once order has been reestablished.

I'm considering hiring new agents.

I think the business needs some new blood.

I love hearing that.

I'm ready to be a part of that new stage.

Mrs. Santamaria.

Was she a regular?

Usually once a week, sometimes every two weeks,

and almost always at the same time.

-At 3:00 p.m. more or less? -During my shift.

-Got any videos? -No, the cameras are broken.

-Did she come here by herself? -Yes, always by herself.

By herself.

Iv n, don Avila called a Council meeting.

-When? -Today in an hour.

I guess it's to confirm what I said about my promotion.

-Do you really think so? -What else could it be?

You were supposed to do something, remember?

Ivan, did you say something to him?

Certainly not.

Just in case, bring the gun that's in the funeral home.

Avila cannot know you have it,

and certainly not that we let you take it.

Your weapon, sir.

Does anybody know what the hell we're here for?

-Please, calm down. -Relax.

Did he find out we wanted to whack him?

-Ivan assured me he didn't. -You trust him now?

Why would Ivan lie to us? Whatever for?

For power. To have power over us.

He's Avila's bitch.

He comes over, turns over the traitors,

and turns into a hero, the superbitch.

Speaking of the Devil. The superbitch shows its face.

Good evening.

We're done here, let's go.

You know what this is, right? Work, man.

Didn't you want to keep your mind busy?

Sure. Sure. Let's go.

All yours.

Ivan!

Buddy. How are you?

You look nervous.

No.

I have no reason to be nervous.

What about us? Do we have any reason to be nervous?

Do you think you should be nervous?

-This meeting... -Good evening, gentlemen.

Thank you for showing up at such short notice.

There's nothing to thank us for.

I guess it's important, don Avila.

I assure you it is.

I know things have been a little messy recently.

I apologize for that.

Each time I patched a hole,

another bigger one appeared somewhere else.

Dr. Duarte being the last and biggest hole of all.

But thanks to Iv n, that issue was solved.

Does that mean it's business as usual?

Hitjobs included?

-That's right. -That's good news, right?

There's just...

...one thing I'd like to clarify.

It's my understanding that...

...this belongs to you.

Whatever Iv n told you, I assure you...

Ivan?

I didn't mention Ivan.

But yes, Ivan gave it to me.

What else do you know?

I know it's a ceremonial gun.

I know it can only be used to kill a don.

I also know that requires the Council's unanimous vote.

Allow me to explain.

I'm concerned about this Council's obsession...

...with killing me over and over again.

With all due respect, we only obey the rules.

It was always for the business, never personal.

I've also had very good reasons

to kill each and every one of you.

So now it would only be fair to kill all of you.

But that wouldn't be good for me or the business.

But I can't look the other way either.

-So? -I know one of you

orchestrated the whole thing.

The mastermind behind it.

Don't worry.

I'm not asking you to tell me which of you did it.

What I do ask of you,

is to pick out one of you...

...to pay with his life.

How are we supposed to decide that?

Ivan.

How are you feeling, sir?

Didn't you tell them you gave me...

...the ceremonial gun?

No.

-Didn't they make a fuss? -No. I don't think so.

-Sending Iv n was a mistake. -Why didn't you say so?

Did I have to? You should've known he'd fail.

He's a right-hand-man, not a don.

I resent your insinuation.

What am I insinuating?

That all the proposals you brought to the table failed,

Madam Chairwoman?

Making friends, Ivan?

Great job.

We need to tell him we didn't gang up on him.

He can't kill all of us. He said he needs the Council.

-He'll pick someone if we don't. -What are you saying?

It's very simple. We're not all to blame.

There's just one person to blame here.

And due to the nature of our business and this Council

we're all equal, but we have a leader, a chairwoman.

-Mr. Diaz. -Gentlemen,

I vote for our chairwoman to take full responsibility.

Ivan was her idea, she spoke with him.

She convinced him, and since he didn't do the job, she exposed us.

I agree with Mr. Diaz.

Madam Chairwoman, turn yourself in.

Mr. Perches.

I agree. Our chairwoman failed us.

Sir.

We lost a lot of our agents when you ran the funeral home.

I'd like you to consider the possibility

of keeping the Chivalziks on our payroll.

-I need them. -All of us need them,

as much as I hate to admit it.

-I don't know. I'm not sure. -Make up your mind, Mr. Polonio.

As a Council, we've made good and bad decisions together.

We need to make a decision.

I don't have the time to hire and train new agents.

They need to start working in there without any issues,

and I don't want the funeral home

to be the Council's laughing stock.

-Let's toss a coin. -Let's do that.

Avila is testing us to see if we're traitors.

Maybe we need to be loyal to each other.

Maybe it's not a test. I don't know.

So?

So, maybe they'll kill us precisely for this.

Cannibals!

-Heads or tails? -The eagle.

Fifty-fifty.

-Sir, about Buitre... -You can have that one.

Thank you.

Who did you pick?

I asked you a question.

Don Avila.

Don Polonio.

Any decision we make would be an injustice.

We're all responsible in a way for what happened.

As a Council we must be loyal to each other.

It's in the business' best interest.

Very well said, don Polonio.

You've always been a very loyal man.

That's important, right? Trust. Loyalty.

But no.

This time one of you...

...pays for the others' mistake.

-Let's leave it up to fate. -No! Avila!

Don Avila.

Don Avila, this is madness!

Hell!

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes!

No!

Avila! No!

No!

I'll hold on to this.

You never know when a don needs to be terminated

with initiative.

One more thing.

Let me introduce to you don Alcazar.

Don Alcazar.

-Don Alcazar. -Don Alcazar.

Death is a Don's only certainty from day one.

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.