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-Sir. -Iván.

We're doing it tonight.

Take care of the other dons.

It all ends today.

I can't believe you ended up in a funeral home.

Maybe I was more connected to the dead than the living.

-I need to go. -What? I ordered another round.

Funeral homes never close.

We're open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day.

We can proceed with our plan.

-Which is? -Killing all of them.

This stays between us Iván.

It always has.

What do I do?

Life is unpredictable.

So meet my deputy, Roberto Ávila.

If anything happens to me he'll replace me.

It all ends today.

Destroying our organization

won't give you any kind of satisfaction, sir.

What will we have left? Nothing.

Sorry. I need to take this.

-Who is this? -Mr. Cardozo, this is don Alcázar.

I think you should know Don Ávila placed explosives

where you guys are meeting right now.

-How do you know that? -Don Ávila told me so himself.

Gentlemen. Can I have a few moments?

You made a big mistake, Roberto.

DON ÁVILA

GET AWAY FROM ME

JUSTICE DEPARTMENT

JUSTICE DEPARTMENT

Listen up guys.

We just got our orders from the Justice Department.

Top priority. They're very simple orders too.

Arresting Roberto Ávila. The guy's an ex-cop.

So he knows where to hide, how to defend himself.

But this psycho is responsible for multiple murders.

One of his victims was our companion Erika Duarte.

So get to work guys. Now!

-What? -The crap really hit the fan.

What are you talking about?

Every freaking cop in town is after Ávila.

Even car park bandits and huacaleros.

Even guys that watch cars in car parks.

It was just a matter of time.

What does that mean?

-He's screwed. -What do they know?

All I know is they're after him. And the boss is looking for you.

-Tell him I'm busy. -I said he's looking for you!

State and Federal agents are on high alert today

searching for suspected killer Roberto Ávila.

They're coming for us?

AUTHORITIES LOOKING FOR ROBERTO ÁVILA

I don't know.

Díaz and Perches don't either. Nobody knows anything.

We need to get together when there's more information.

I'll send you the address of a safe place.

-What about Iván? -We haven't spoken yet.

Why are you here?

Last night he killed eleven local respectable businessmen.

If you know anything about Roberto Ávila's whereabouts,

the authorities ask you not to try to stop him,

just call the number on your screen.

-Got anything to drink? -Yes.

Sir. Yes?

Very well. I'm on my way.

What've you got?

I think they're only after you.

They're not after anyone at the funeral home or the dons.

Whoever sent this to the cops just wants you.

-Keep me updated. -Yes sir.

-Good morning sir. -Ana, don Ávila's been exposed.

The cops are looking for him,

so I guess they're looking for us too.

Don't go to the funeral home.

-Fine, I'll go to where you are. -No, no, not now.

I have some things to take care of. Don't leave the house.

-How could Cardozo escape? -He got lucky?

Lucky? They were all there. Somebody had to warn him.

If that were the case they'd all be alive, don Ávila.

Iván. Did you see the news?

It's nice to see you sir. Sorry I didn't warn you in time.

-What do you mean? -The death of your Apostles.

Your warning was very timely. Where's Ávila?

-I don't know. -Does he suspect you?

No idea.

-They know what you did. -Even stuff I didn't do.

They blame me for Erika Duarte's death.

Isn't it weird? There's nothing about you in it.

I resent your insinuation, Ávila.

I'm just saying I've been blamed for everything.

You're like a ghost or something.

-But we know nothing. -The media only mention Ávila so far.

That doesn't mean they don't know about us.

If they catch Ávila, he could turn us in too.

-He won't do that. -What makes you think so?

Our loyalty to him? Or all the times we tried to kill him?

-Calm down. -We need to wait here.

-Nobody knows we're here. -Iván does.

Iván doesn't want the cops to find us.

He'd be turning himself in.

-Why did you call me? -Sir?

After all you did for him,

so many times you made sure he kept his job.

He owes everything to you. You know that, don't you?

-I don't think I did that much. -You killed his son.

I don't know what you mean.

You're not getting away. I promise you that.

-Watch it, Ávila. -Watch what?

You don't want your only ally to turn into your enemy.

Ally? You're my ally now? All you did was play both ends.

You haven't stuck your neck out. They're not looking for you.

So how are you my ally?

Cut me down. I know who you are.

Iván, right? What are you looking at, idiot?

You're dead.

Is this really your plan?

Let Cardozo go and make us kill each other?

Who says I'm dying?

Ávila, if you wanted me dead you'd have killed me already.

I did what I had to do to save our business.

I know that, Iván. I'm one of the few who get that.

You're so pigheaded,

but I also know you're a very smart guy.

So you'll put the gun away.

You know I'm the only guy Cardozo trusts enough

to get close enough to him to kill him.

Can I count on you to destroy what you created?

For what? To save the business.

-You want me to kill Ávila. -No, no. I will kill him.

But he trusts you so if he comes to you,

I'm sure you'll do what you have to do.

No.

You look for him. Find him.

-But I'm killing him. -Got it.

I hope it rains.

Find him.

Just a moment.

-Yes? -Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning. Can I help you?

My name is Manuel Sánchez.

Detective Manuel Sánchez.

I was your son's companion.

I didn't go to his funeral.

I didn't go because I couldn't look at you in the eyes.

He was my companion and I should've... done something for him.

Did you know my son left behind a nine-month-old baby?

No.

You're sorry my grandkid will grow up without a dad?

Is that why you're sorry Mr. Sánchez?

I'm very sorry I couldn't look after your son.

-Iván? -Yes, it's me.

Expecting somebody?

I thought you'd never come back. Please call before coming over.

Why?

Because I'm not always in, or I'm attending my clients.

-Because I'm not always here. -You're right. Bye.

No, no, come in. It's just a comment.

-Who is it? -It's me.

-How are you? -What's going on?

Don't worry. It's okay.

-Five hundred. -The cops are after me.

I know, I'll chop you up and sell your body parts.

-I need a passport, Tarantula. -When?

-Today. -What? Today?

-Are you crazy? No way. -Tomorrow?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning. Smile at the birdie please.

Can you lend me a car?

I got your favorite.

Why did you leave like that?

Is something the matter?

I hurt somebody.

Someone very close to me.

Why?

Because he wanted to destroy everything I am.

-You think Cardozo's alive? -I don't know.

I don't know, but I got him. So be patient, we got him.

-Unless don Ávila blows it. -Why would he?

Because he's such a jerk, and he's so fussy, isn't he?

Sometimes don Ávila doesn't know what he wants.

So, it was either you or him.

I guess.

It's okay to think about yourself. In your own happiness.

Happiness?

I'm scared.

To tell him where Cardozo is for the fool to ruin it,

and come back with twelve shots in his chest.

Why do you protect him?

If Ávila kills Cardozo as you say,

all your problems would vanish.

-You want me to desert him? -I didn't say that, I'm saying...

Don't sacrifice your life for don Ávila.

What makes you happy?

Doing my job makes me happy.

Then do your job.

Zorrino. Iván Alcázar.

THE END HIDDEN FACES

Hey, jackass meat isn't transparent!

-Who's that? -An old friend of mine.

Your dead friend?

-That's right. -What will you do?

I'll do my job.

-Nothing, sir. -Nothing?

-Nobody's at the funeral home. -Keep me updated.

God damn it! Arregui's such a jerk!

Molina. Good evening.

-Good evening, sir. -Where's Ávila?

I just went looking for him but he's gone.

Does he still trust you?

We'll know when you tell me where to take him, sir.

-Call me. -Yes sir.

And me?

-You sir? -Can I trust you?

Sure you can sir.

Good, I'd hate to remind you about what's going on,

with your crazy priorities.

Ana. Right?

Her name is Ana.

Call me.

I'm getting out of a lawsuit.

I won't bore you with the details but...

The point is a patient died on me.

He showed up with appendicitis and left in a body bag.

Don't ask me why.

His mom says I reeked of liquor, sued me and the clinic.

The owners of the clinic have a lot of contacts, and here I am.

He killed my son.

He's a free man. My son is dead. That's what my problem is!

Were you drunk?

I asked if you were drunk.

-Hi. -Honey!

Sit here. Come, come!

-Hello Iván. Long time no see. -Mariana. What a surprise.

-Didn't you tell him? -I thought we'd be alone.

-This was a mistake. -No, no. Wait! Wait! Wait!

I know it's tough, okay? I know that. But that was twenty years ago!

Can't we have a drink? Sit like three civilized people?

Honey?

-I can. -Good. Iván?

-Good evening. How much? -Fill it up.

Zeros.

Water and oil okay?

-They're fine. The restroom? -Next to the store.

All units report to gas pump at Central Avenue and Mérida

Roberto Ávila's been identified. Proceed with extreme caution.

If I hadn't sat down next to you they'd never accept me.

-What was the maestro's name? -Please come onstage, Amilkar.

Thank you. Thank you.

This song is for Mariana, the love of my life.

-How've you been? -Okay.

You disappeared.

-I disappeared. -I looked for you.

-I don't see why. -Because we needed to talk.

I think you wanted to give me some kind of explanation, a reason.

That's not talking.

You just needed to stop feeling so guilty.

-Are you happy? -I am.

I guess so.

-You? -I'm working on it.

Are you dating someone?

Why him?

Iván.

No, I need to know. Why him?

Let's hear it for Amilkar.

Another round of Scotch?

-I need to go. -But you just got here.

Iván. I can't find you. Answer your phone.

Where are you? Call me.

-Boss. -What's the story?

It looks like gas poisoning.

There was a gas leak in the kitchen.

Those bruises are because Sánchez beat him up.

-Where is he? -Who?

-Sánchez, Matos. Where is he? -No idea, boss.

Come.

-You think Sánchez... -I don't think anything, Matos.

I don't think anything anymore.

"I don't want to talk to you."

Those were his exact words, and I was about to leave,

when I thought for a moment, went back and sat at his table.

-And I picked him up. -Well!

I don't do that kind of thing. It's not my style.

But he's so classy and cultured. And so passionate.

He's the kind of guy you don't see out there anymore.

I agree.

-Are we here to talk or sing? -I suggest we talk.

We're supposed to sing. And it's your turn I believe.

-My turn for what? -To sing, dummy.

-Certainly not. -"Certainly not."

Excuse me. Mister elegance, the scholar.

-Ever heard him sing? -No.

You missed an amazing treat.

He had to sit and play every piano he saw.

-Would you like to sing? -Certainly not.

What are you doing? Cut it out please! Please!

Remember who he is and who you are.

Not thirty years ago but now.

And now get ready for our next performer.

Please welcome to the stage Iván Alcázar.

What makes you happy?

When things work as they should.

For... the right reason.

When the machinery runs smoothly.

Doing my job makes me happy.

So do your job.

How?

Like this. You pick a pending hitjob.

And kill them.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

It's time.

-For what? -To do a hitjob.

You want to leave?

Look at me.

Macarena. Look at me.

You killed them! You killed them!

You realize that? You killed them.

So? That's my job.

Please don't kill me. I swear I won't say a thing.

I won't say a thing. I swear. Not a word.

I won't say a word.

I'll leave and you'll never hear from me again.

I'll leave now. I won't say a word to anyone. I swear.

Give me just one reason not to kill you.

Just one.

I have three kids.

I have three kids.

I'm married. I have a life. Please let me go.

Please, I'm begging you. Let me see my kids, okay?

The emotions were in control.

-Hers or mine? -Both of you.

Yes. Just for a moment.

-But you took care of it, sir. -That's right.

Let me go home, please!

I swear to God. Let me go home to my kids.

Please, I'm begging you! Let me go home to my kids!

-Macarena. -Please! Please!

None of that matters.

-How do you feel about it? -I don't know. How should I feel?

Like someone who did a hitjob.

-Like someone who did his job? -Yes.

-Don Ávila's looking for me. -Do you want to speak with him?

I want to speak with Cardozo.

-To turn over don Ávila to him? -He isn't giving me much choice.

That's the right decision, sir.

May I ask why you're closing your account, detective Sánchez?

No reason, I just want to close my account.

If there's any issue, we can offer you another kind of account,

like a master account.

I'm dying.

I see. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that.

Okay, here's the certified check you requested.

Don Ávila, good morning.

Where the hell were you? I've been looking for you.

-I was busy. -One of our guys betrayed us.

-I need you and the Chivalziks... -No.

-What was that? -Don Ávila.

I regret to inform you that I need to resign.

Look, I'm going through a period of change.

Of transition.

I don't care what period you're in. You listen to me and not one damn...

That son of a bitch!

God...

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.

Courage to change the things I can.

And wisdom to know the difference.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen!

So? What happened?

-I found him. Well, he found me. -Did you kill him?

-No, I didn't kill him. -Good.

-He wants me to take you to him. -Where?

I don't know, he said to phone him when I saw you.

-Good, call him from the car. -What are you doing, Ávila?

What am I doing? I'm going to kill him.

What about his bodyguards?

You want to go where he is so he can kill us?

He's ours, Molina. He's hiding. He's scared.

He's trapped, it's the moment we've been waiting for.

It's now!

What's the matter? Are you with me in this or not?

-Yes. -I can do it by myself.

Yes. I'm with you.

Good. How many guns have you got?

Two.

If he's got more than two guys what we can do is...

Mr. Cardozo.

I have don Ávila.

REVENGE MUST BE BENEATH ANY DON.

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.