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Faking a death is easy.

The true challenge...

is making people believe it.

Come on!

In all my experience with these setups,

making it seem genuine is what's most important.

There are bodies here!

So they buy it.

We'll have to do it in a public area, right?

Leave that bastard to me!

Isolated, with few people.

-What's up, jackass? -Get them to notice.

Get loud, make a ruckus,

-get noticed. -Are you sleepy?

We'll leave a few traces in the end,

some collateral damage.

But most importantly,

we leave a body.

We're too far out to get an ambulance.

Take him! Let's go, you fucks!

Quite a resemblance, huh?

Go on, get changed.

I need you to leave.

We'll take care of it. Come on!

That's where we come in.

We'll take care of all those things.

We'll make it so the whole world sees what we're doing.

The more people who notice,

the more people will buy it.

-You got here quick, what's up? -He's alive. Come.

-What? -Come.

How'd you get here? Didn't they see you?

I don't know, and I don't wanna know, Phoebe!

Nothing's happened here. No one's come.

That fucking guy's nuts!

He's coming after everyone. Starting with me.

Where can we go? I have work here--

Go to New York,

leave Olaf here, I'll catch up!

We can't just leave like that.

-We have to disappear. -Settle down, okay?

Relax, let's think about this. Why is he doing this?

If Cara Sucia's faking his own death,

that means he's cornered and can't defend himself--

We won't be safe either way.

Listen, I'll bolster our security, okay?

But we're not fleeing.

-You'll fix this-- -Listen!

If my bosses realize that fucker's alive,

they'll kill me.

Why would he do that and expect people to think he died?

Either way, that's not saving me.

Then he can't be alive for much longer, right?

You're right.

You'll find him, honey.

Act normal around everyone. Don't let this get to you, okay?

Cara Sucia or not, we'll keep moving forward.

Huh?

-I'm worried about you guys. -No.

We're a hardworking family.

We've sacrificed too much to get where we are.

We won't throw it all away because we got played.

That's enough, Malcolm.

We're gonna be okay.

We're always in this together.

Yes, hello.

Today?

But I already told them it would be better at night.

Yeah, yeah.

I got it.

At four, then?

Let me get ready.

What's wrong?

Who was that?

No one.

What's wrong, Fidelia?

-What's up? -You know what's up?

I've had enough.

I'm constantly living in fear.

-They won't let me live in peace! -Who?

Wanna know the worst part? They keep threatening me,

-and they won't even pay me anymore! -Who?

Those Contra fucks, who else?

They come here to get tattoos.

The Contra's supposed to be out of business.

-You sure it's them? -Of course I'm sure it's them.

It's the same shit as always!

It's been months!

Business, what business?

I don't even know why I'm asking things--

You're meeting them at four?

Fidelia.

Tell them to come.

Stop bossing me around.

-Hey, look-- -You know what, sis?

If you feel better,

you should leave. I don't want those guys to see you

-while you're here. -I want to help.

-Please, let me help. -Are you for real?

I'm better off alone!

Listen to me, I can help!

What, so you can fucking use me

-again, huh? -Listen--

I don't know, you tell me!

Those shitheads won't leave you alone!

Got it? Not you, not me, not anyone!

The Contra is supposedly dead.

They shouldn't be recruiting people or getting damn tattoos!

Do you know what this means? They're not dead.

I can't explain a whole lot.

Please trust me. You need revenge.

Leave me alone with them and I'll handle them, it's what I do.

Got it? Please trust me.

I want to help you.

Leave.

I don't want you to get hurt.

We've had this toast coming for a long time now, huh?

Why the toast?

A life free of Cara Sucia.

Why are you laughing?

I thought you were in love.

Fuck no.

You know I was only a victim of circumstance.

Well, the circumstances have changed.

For you. For the worse, right?

What are you trying to say?

-You lost the war. -Who did?

You and Cara Sucia.

He lost. I'm still here, winning.

That's a nice way of looking at it.

We can all collaborate with him gone.

I mean...

I think it's a good time to let go of our grudges, right?

I just want you to know...

we're all here to serve you, Yankee.

That's more like it.

Now that I think about it,

there can't be anyone happier to see that swine go down than you.

Treated you like a cheap bitch.

It's all right.

You do what you have to to survive.

When I saw you with him,

I said, "Fuck! How can Yvonne let that illiterate swine

treat her like shit?

Step all over her, calling her a dumb bitch."

Surely, he said you'd be the boss?

You knew it was all bullshit.

You were right.

It's good we got rid of him forever.

It's the only way there's future in this for you.

So, cheers to that? Cheers.

Let's keep in touch.

-Why are you here? I told you not to come! -Play along.

-Please leave. -Please, listen to me--

-Good evening! -Come in, pal!

-Everything ready? -Got everything set up.

Who is she?

-She's cool. -Oh, yeah?

-I'm her assistant. -You staying?

Yeah!

Not so slow now?

I don't need an assistant today.

You said you did!

I know, but why don't you go rest?

-Rest? -Whatever, that's enough. Get to it.

Getting a tattoo?

-Doesn't she know? -No.

The "C" for Contra.

Let's see, you got clean skin.

Yeah, I think so--

-What the... -Girl, no!

-What'd you do? -Fidelia.

I need you to get me some tape or a rope to tie him.

You'll get us killed!

Fidelia, get some tape! I'm gonna get some info from him--

-Didn't you learn-- -You think this is personal?

Get some damn tape. I need to talk to him!

He's got information I need.

You don't want to see this. I won't ask nicely.

Girl, you don't need this!

Get some tape or a rope, damn it!

All right, now!

Do what you want.

But what I won't allow

is for you to be alone in here with that animal.

-Fine. Get that chair. -What?

Okay, okay!

-Your dad's here. -No one'll see us, Yankee!

-Yankee! -Not here for me?

-I'm busy-- -Come inside, we gotta talk.

Don't you be wasting his time, girl!

Come here, man.

-Things will finally improve. Cheers. -Cheers.

The gringos are starting to relax,

the army's gone,

and the government's going to work with us-- everything's fine.

-Isn't that right? -We only needed that dumbass to die.

Of course. Say, how was the flight?

Great, actually. The van's on its way here from Hermosillo.

From now on, you'll be covering all of the territory, so get ready.

We'll have to get our aircraft routes ready.

-Right, man? -Yep.

He's right. It'd be best to start working here in Culiacán.

-Okay. -Oh, by the way,

that Vice Admiral thing, what a shit show!

-Fucking Aldrete, eh? -Well played.

If you keep that up, little man,

you'll end up being a capo.

-I wish. -Just picture it.

No army. No war.

No Contra screwing us over.

What you've done is no small feat.

All operations are back in full swing.

Gentlemen, it's an honor to hear this from you.

We're considering holding a meeting with the other capos to propose

bringing you in.

They must be satisfied with you now.

Still, you'll have to cook up a great fucking strategy!

Something to elevate us.

Now, now, friend. Hold up. We're barely discussing it.

That's too fuckin' much, man! We'll propose it when it's right.

You just keep killing it.

You'll have to keep doing what you did today, all right?

-Don't expect any less, sir. -All right.

To you.

To everything panning out.

-All right, cheers! -Cheers, pal.

No way, bitch! What the hell!?

Let me fucking go!

Can you be a little creative with your insults?

You shithead!

Who are you?

-What do you mean, "who am I"? -What's your name?

-What do they call you? -They call me Smelly.

What about it, bitch?

Listen, dipshit.

I'm gonna lay down some rules.

You don't speak unless I ask. And when I do, you better speak.

-Yes or no? -Yes. Yes.

Okay.

Are you with the Contra?

-Yes or no? -Yes.

-New member? -Yes!

-Since when? -Since last week.

About a week.

-So, Cara Sucia's dead? -So what?

What do you mean, "so what"? Who's the new leader?

Cara Sucia will always be the boss.

-Who sends you to recruit? -No one!

-I don't believe you-- -No one!

Who's asking for tattoos?

-We just do that! -Oh, yeah?

Who sent you? Who sent you?

No one! The "C" prevails!

One guy falls, another one takes his place!

-That's why we'll keep going. -Oh, yeah?

It fucking rules.

-Where'd you see that? -Fuck you.

"Fuck you"?

Those are my comrade Cara Sucia's words!

-Your comrade? -My mate.

Your mate?

You're Contra, tell me who's in charge.

-I don't know! -Why not?

-How do you not know? -I don't!

You don't know because you're a fucking liar!

-Speak! -I know nothing!

You think I'll go easy on you, huh?

-That what you thought? -Relax, bitch!

No. You're all sons of bitches.

I can be even worse.

Who's the leader now? Where's Cara Sucia?

-I don't know-- -Where is he?

-Damn, bitch! -Speak!

In the cemetery!

In the cemetery?

I already told you everything!

-You won't tell me? -No!

No! I don't know anything!

-You don't want to tell me? -No!

No, please, no--

-Holy shit. -Damn!

This shit's tough.

-Are you stressed out? -Peace and love, sir.

You ass. "Peace and love!"

-You call delivery or what? -No.

It's from the deep web.

Fucking Amazon or what?

I told you, the deep web.

Don't you know about it?

What? No, dude.

-Come on! -Gimme that shit.

Well, it's literally the dark side of the internet.

So... drugs,

weapons, sex.

It's the pervert's paradise.

Damn... drugs?

Not nearly the amount we carry, but yeah.

Anything you can't find on the mainstream internet is on the deep web.

You have to be encrypted and shit, it's got codes.

-You didn't know about it? -No.

I've heard about it, had no idea you used it.

But weapons? How? What kind?

All kinds, even biological.

Why not see what we can find?

Sure, my laptop's there if you wanna use it. But first, hit it.

I sell it, I don't "hit it." Here.

-The van? -Comes in an hour.

NO ONE WILL BE HOME UNTIL EARLY MORNING

Please, let go, you're gonna kill him!

Let him go, please!

-Not so fucking tough! -No!

-Is this how the "C" fends for itself? -That's enough, relax!

I know nothing about Cara Sucia!

-Nothing about Cara Sucia? -Nothing.

You just said he's your comrade, your mate.

-Where is he? -I only-- I've only heard his name!

Okay.

Get up!

-Girl, no. -Look at what'll happen

if you don't cooperate. Last chance.

-Enough-- -Where's Cara Sucia?

I told you everything!

-Where is he? -I'm a nobody! Please--

-Laura! -Were you there during my rape?

-I don't know what-- -Were you?

Say something, Fidelia!

-Were you-- -He doesn't know.

-I don't care. -He didn't rape you!

He doesn't care!

He doesn't know, Laura! Don't shoot!

Girl!

Stop!

It wasn't him!

Stop!

You're gonna get us killed, please stop!

-I needed to unwind. -Me too.

What's wrong?

Isn't it too risky?

I don't want your dad to find out.

That's the cool part, Yankee! The risk!

My dad's not even here.

I didn't mean now, just in general.

Aren't you on a winning streak?

-Why's that? -Because things are going well for you!

Besides, look at what you just fucked!

What? Tons of guys would die to be with me.

Really?

Sorry.

THERE ARE NEW CONTRAS. WITH TATTOOS.

I'M WITH ONE RIGHT NOW. SOMETHING'S UP.

-I gotta go. -Oh, no!

Why?

-It's just-- -Why?

-Stay a little longer. -I can't.

When will we see each other?

I mean, to have another go?

Very soon, I hope.

-Well, hurry. -Yeah.

You fuckin'...

What's up?

Is your dinner good?

Delicious. Want some?

No. Thanks, bon appetit.

Hey, I was thinking about what you said earlier.

I'd like to talk about that.

Not here, while you're eating.

Shit. Then where?

You finish your meal.

Get yourself a beer

and meet me in the basement.

Alone, okay?

That way we'll have some space.

All right.

All right, bitch.

Listen, man.

Here's the deal.

She says she has to kill you.

-No... -Or you'll put our lives in danger.

You won't, right?

No, I won't hang out with those guys.

-So what will you do? -I won't say anything!

I have a daughter! A baby.

You have a baby?

-How old are you? -Twenty-two.

Listen to me.

If I turn you in,

you'll be toast. You'll never get out of jail.

If you got out one day, your life would be ruined.

-No-- -Shut up!

To hell with this.

-See this? You see this? -Yes.

If you talk and something happens,

I'll find you and kill you.

You and your baby.

-Is that clear? -Yes.

-I'm sick of your shit. Shut up! -I swear to you, I--

Shut up and listen.

Go home.

Go to your daughter, be a dad.

Stop being a fuckhead.

You're nothing to the Contra. Expendable.

-Get out of here. -Yes.

Go!

Thanks.

Come in. Close the door.

Come in. Come on.

Yvonne says you're going on about being the Contra's fucking leader.

Well, there was no boss, and--

There is a fucking boss!

-Yes, of course-- -Right over here!

It's Yvonne.

Yvonne is the boss. Got it?

-Yes, sir. -Now shut your mouth.

Shut up about everything.

About this. About me.

You're only here because we trust you.

My apologies.

I acted without thinking, I guess.

This is what's best for now.

Is that clear?

It's only a strategy.

But for the strategy to work,

we can't be fucking dealing with wannabe bosses

after only the first few minutes I'm not around.

-Got it, sir. -Tell Yvonne who she is.

-Yvonne is the boss. -Speak up, fucker!

She's the boss.

You'll be her right hand from now.

I hope you've got what it takes, otherwise...

Without a doubt.

I'm at your service, ma'am.

Very well.

Now let us be.

Think about keeping quiet until we say so.

Understood?

You want to tell me what's so urgent?

-Yep. -Why'd you bring me here?

Because... I want to talk to you.

I'm here, sir.

Get out.

What's going on with my daughter?

I don't-- I don't know what you mean, sir.

Yankee.

I had you followed,

and I know everything that goes down in my house.

Amelia is...

You love her?

I love her, sir.

Lots of guys have gone after her.

Some from well-off families, others just deadbeats.

Keep in mind,

she looks kindly upon you.

She really loves you.

So, I wanted to ask you...

to protect Amelia.

I'm not talking safety.

I mean, care for her.

We clear?

We are, sir.

Good night.

Let's go.

What do you want, Wolf?

I need to talk to you.

-What about? -I'm quitting my job.

I need to make a deal with you.

Subtitle translation by Ana G González Meade