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Avila, the last time The Apostles had a meeting,

they called all the former dons and ladies, to talk about Duarte.

He was totally freaked out.

I don't care about the fears of a poor dead priest.

They'll be together.

It's impossible to kill all twelve one by one.

We know where it is.

We need to get there first.

What about a bomb?

-Yes? -Roberto, I can't be looking for you.

-Yes sir. -You need to take my calls.

-Yes, sir. -I need you at my place now.

Can it wait? I...

We need to talk before my big meeting tonight. Be here at 8.

-What kind of meeting? -We'll talk here.

The Apostles are meeting this evening.

I need to insist about this.

Destroying our firm won't bring you any satisfaction sir.

I don't agree with you.

What will be left? Nothing.

Look, Ivan. Listen very carefully.

Neither you or I are members of any firm.

You're not the don of anything.

You're just a slave like all the others.

-Moreira knew that. -Don Moreira...

He told me, Ivan. Moreira told me so.

Ivan.

I need to know if you can handle the other dons like I asked you to.

Or if I need to ask somebody else.

I'll do it.

TINY DICK

Thanks.

-What was our agreement? -Damn it!

What the hell are you doing here?

Didn't we agree you'd leave Sanchez alone?

We agreed nothing.

-Much less after this. -My turn.

Don't worry. I just want to talk.

You'll talk alright, but to the cops.

Really, I come in peace.

Let me withdraw the restraining order.

You think you can bribe me you moron?

-Fuck you. -Okay.

TINY DICK

He saved him.

From what exactly? Who knows? But I can imagine.

In exchange for that he let him in...our house.

So he did.

Ana.

Welcome. Have a seat.

What did he do to you guys?

I think you should ask Ana.

My daughter is a tough woman.

Much stronger than me.

But what that animal did to us changed her.

Arcelia, please, I need you to trust me.

Tell me what happened.

Thanks.

What a mess!

-You're late. -Quit whining, please!

Why the hell are we here?

Come.

-Persico's not here? -Trust me, man. Move it.

What a mess. Whenever you say, Trust me...

What the hell did you do?

I had no choice.

Hello.

Please have a seat.

What can I do for you?

I have a problem

and someone told me you could solve it.

-Someone by the name of? -Esther.

A fine beautician. Did she mention the terms?

Yes, she did.

Fifty percent upfront and the rest when it's done.

Good.

-Something the matter? -The problem?

Right.

The problem.

So, why is this a problem?

What's that?

Nothing.

A dossier.

Oh la la. A dossier, monsieur.

-No, really. A file on what? -Must I tell you?

No, you don't have to tell me. However, sometimes it helps.

You don't want to know.

How would you know?

Because if you found out, it would change everything.

I doubt it. Whatever you say is just words.

Your past, your job, all the pressure you're under.

That's not who you are.

Are you sure about that?

About what I just said? I hope so?

No, no, are you sure you want to know?

I ask because most people

aren't comfortable talking about death.

I...

Sorry.

I had a son. Sebastin.

He had appendicitis. A routine procedure.

But...

I don't...

I don't what happened. Something went wrong.

When the doctor told me that...

Sebastin was dead,

I smelt the alcohol on his breath.

That son of a bitch was reeking of alcohol

and I am certain the bastard was drunk.

I sued him, but nobody listened to me.

His people, I don't know, his attorneys...

Thanks.

Have you ever had a best female friend?

I had just one great male friend for six years.

I'm sorry.

I would've liked to do it.

He wouldn't have suffered so much.

I have to go.

No, don't go.

-Tell me about your friend. -What about him?

-How would you do it? -I meant hypothetically.

No, I meant for example,

if you wanted him to know it was you,

or if you'd do it up close,

or if you wouldn't want him to know it was you.

-What does it matter? He's dead. -It does. Did you hate him?

I don't know.

Why did you break up?

I guess...

all acts of betrayal are preceded by trust.

He betrayed you?

Quite the opposite. I think he betrayed himself.

We were friends until the day he started changing.

He started speaking like me, dressing like me.

He started wanting everything I had.

He stole everything I had, plus my identity.

Is that why you thought he deserved to die?

He killed my son! He is a free man. My son is dead!

He had already died long before that, to me.

How long was I asleep?

Enough, all the time you needed to sleep.

How are you feeling?

I don't know. I guess I'm feeling better.

Why didn't you tell me, Ana?

-What do you mean? -What Galvn did to you.

What does that matter now?

I need you to know you're not alone.

No, I'm not alone.

Even when you left I wasn't alone.

What do you want me to say?

That he raped me?

That while that scumbag was inside me,

the only thing that gave me any peace

was that he wouldn't touch Mom that night?

Is that it?

Thanks to that animal I defended myself today.

I'd rather live like that than be scared.

Sorry.

It's Avila.

Go.

I'll be fine, Daniel. You need to go.

I'm with you.

I don't hate him.

I don't hate Galvn.

I hate the animal that sent him here.

Him I hate.

-Yes? -Mr. Amilcar Lozano, please.

-It's him. -Since when do you use

the third person singular to refer to yourself, Lozano?

-Who is this? -Well, you are Zorrino.

-Ivan Alcazar? -Nice memory.

-I can't believe it's you. -Believe it. Believe it.

To what do I owe this surprise?

My mind was traveling in the past and...

-We need to talk. -Exactly.

We need to talk.

-Yes, sir? -So you're ready?

Ready. The cellphone too.

-The detonator? -Just dial a number and boom.

Send me the number.

You should give me the number to detonate the bomb.

Don't give it to him. He just wants all the credit.

You did all the work, and this idiot wants to press the red button?

No way. You earned it.

-Exactly. -That's right, man.

Nobody's taking my baby's glory. Nobody!

This guy is sick.

Want to see just how sick?

You need to stop this!

I need to stop? Why?

Can't you see you're nuts?

Sneaking into my meetings as someone you're not?

-I never lied. -You're Internal Affairs!

I'm not quitting.

Everything I said was true at the meetings.

I just didn't tell you what followed.

I did what my family wanted.

I stopped looking for them.

I started going to the meetings every day.

It took me six months

to find out who I needed to be.

One thing led to another.

And this crap that made me remember...

And when the day finally came I looked for them.

And I found them.

They were mugged.

And they caught the bastard that did it.

But three days later...

They let him go.

They were released by a fucking dirty cop!

My wife and my kid...

They turned into one more unsolved crime case.

One more statistic.

A criminal at least says what he is.

But you, Sanchez. What are you?

-I didn't start like this. -Me neither.

But look at me. I'm here and you're there.

That's what you think.

No, you're even worse. So you can untie me or kill me.

But sooner or later...

you're going down, Sanchez. You're going down.

You're going down, Sanchez. You're going down.

Look at me, you bastard. Look at me, you bastard!

Long time no see.

Ivan.

Can I have another rum and Coke and one for my friend?

I'll have an 18-year-old Scotch, straight, shot glass, please.

You know what? Forget the rum. I'll have what he's having.

-You haven't changed any. -You neither my dear Ivan.

-I changed a little. -A little?

-I really wanted to see you. -Good.

But why so suddenly after what... thirty years?

-Nostalgia maybe? -You really think I'll buy that?

You know what? You're right.

Okay. Shoot.

Guess why I'm here.

The truth is...

I turned into a hired killer.

And I was hired to kill you.

I prefer the nostalgia story.

Sir?

-Ivan. -Yes, sir?

Is this a good time?

You may leave Molina. We won't be needing you, thanks.

Roberto.

In exactly one hour

all the Apostles are having a meeting.

All of them, and I want you to come with me.

-Sir, I have... -Roberto.

You don't get to decide our priorities.

That's my decision. Isn't this what you wanted?

Looking in the eyes at the guys you work for?

Yes, sir.

I don't blame you for who you are, for not liking to take orders.

We don't take orders. We give them.

Okay. Let's go.

Roberto.

You agree there can't be any loose ends, right?

-I agree. -Very well.

Go right ahead.

Can you believe she tried to escape?

If you want to take the next step...

keep your word.

You know what we need to do.

No. I said no.

-You screwed. Totally screwed. -I know.

No, no. You have no idea just how screwed you are.

There's no way to fix the mess you're in.

This is what Avila will do when he hears you're being investigated.

First he'll kill Persico and then the two of us.

-No way. -Yes way, you idiot.

I don't want to kill the guy. And he's a real headache,

I don't want to but he's giving us no choice.

Thing's aren't right. It's all out of control.

This bastard dies today.

-I'm not killing him. -Then I will.

Just one bullet.

Go away, I'll do it.

No.

-I need to do it alone. -Sure. I'll wait for you here.

Don't make it a long farewell.

It's either him or us.

I'll be the only suspect.

Better a suspect than a body.

Go to your AA meeting. Make sure they see you there.

Make sure they see the time. That's your alibi.

I'll take care of things.

Go.

Manuel.

You're a little late.

I thought...

maybe...

we could talk?

Good evening.

What is he doing here?

Don Avila is here because they tried to kill me yesterday.

Coffee?

This is highly irregular.

Life can end at any time.

This is a very hazardous job and of course,

a lot more hazardous in our...

line of work than in yours, but you too can drop dead,

on a treadmill, in a yoga class, or right there in your offices.

Life is unpredictable,

so I brought Roberto Avila as my deputy.

If anything happens to me, he'll replace me.

Nothing must be allowed to stop our firm.

Would you like to speak before leaving?

Gentlemen.

When my time comes,

it will be a true honor

to be seated at this table next to all of you.

That's all. Thanks.

Thank you, Mr. Cardozo.

Roberto.

You agree there can't be any loose ends, right?

If you want to take the next step, keep your word.

Come on.

Get me out of here. You have to get me out.

Call the cops.

No, Laura.

The cops can't help us.

These guys own the cops.

The next time you decide to bring somebody

to our meeting, you'll be replaced immediately.

And you'll be outside.

I need you to know that whatever I say now

is the truth.

I'm about to meet a group of people

who are responsible for your ex-husband's death.

Your mom.

Your daughter.

And I swear to God

to make sure

they pay with their lives, each and every one of them.

Is that clear?

Yes, but I don't see what the problem is.

But you need to die for that to happen.

Avila was our biggest threat just 48 hours ago.

And you show up with him as your adopted son?

I'm here because of him.

-But why? -Because it's the only way, Laura.

Because if you don't die, we both die.

And they'll get away with it.

Maybe you should immediately give up your position.

-What are you saying? -That life can end at any time.

Swear to me that all of them will pay.

-On my life. -And Erika's!

On Erika's life.

Kill me.

What happened?

Do you think we pay for all the bad things we do?

-Yes, one way or another. -Yes? Why?

Because when I think I'm going to pay,

something happens and I don't.

Something always happens.

And it's never me that pays.

Somebody else pays.

How do you sleep?

-Bad. And very little. -I promise you this.

The day you accept the consequences of your actions

you'll sleep like a log.

Everything okay?

No.

Let's get it over with buddy.

Maybe you think you haven't paid for what you do

because you can't face it.

That will change the day you too.

Do it.

There has to be another way. Let's get you out of here.

We are surrounded. Stay put.

Lau...

Gentlemen. We need to decide if Mr. Cardozo's position

as a member of this council has terminated.

You heard us, Mr. Cardozo.

Sorry. I have a call.

Who is this?

You made a serious mistake, Roberto.

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.