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Hello?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

I'm almost there.

Then fucking wait.

Yes, wait for me.

Turn on, goddamnit!

THE BOSS

Taxi!

Taxi!

MONDAY

Jimena.

He's here.

What a weekend.

My wife's insane.

Take note: if you haven't married yet, don't.

It's the biggest rip-off in history.

Couldn't wait to get here, family.

- So peaceful here. - Cesar, we should start.

What's the rush?

Calling me all weekend.

It's serious.

- We have a serious... - One moment.

Sorry, Javier.

False-alarm stomach cramp.

Where were we?

We got a tip from Frankfurt. The assets are going haywire,

thanks to the new European directive.

Problem is, the rumor has spread.

Get to the point, Javier.

We're fucked, César.

The market opened under an hour ago, and we're down six points.

Six points?

What the hell are you...?

- Why didn't you tell me? - I've been calling for two days.

- If we go lower than ten... - They suspend trading.

It fucks our loan negotiation. The shareholder meeting is Saturday.

- And that's not the worst. - It's not?

- What's the worst? - The IRS.

- The IRS too? Fuck! - They denied the appeal.

We pay this week, or they confiscate.

Goddamit!

So what were you doing to avoid all this?

Gomez,

do you care about our conversation?

I was looking at our stocks.

What have you been doing?

What the fuck has Gomez done to avoid this fucking disaster?

- I was gone all weekend. - Nothing, I'm telling you.

Because he's useless.

All he knows how to do is kiss my ass.

I pay you to fix shit like this.

You didn't fix anything, you asshole.

I think this reprimand is unwarranted. I've been here for years...

- You're fired. Get out! - No!

Get out! To the fucking curb!

- Please! - Let's go!

- What are you doing? - Please, no! No, no!

Let go of the knob!

Let go, or I'll chop your hand off! Let go, you faggot!

If I bring this to the shareholders, they'll kill me.

We've got a week, until Saturday.

Let's collect on all debts, even the slightest.

We can suspend supplier payment. And cut it off,

- if it's not profitable. - Exactly.

Campaigns and foundations. Forget about the new building.

And we have to cut staff, Cesar.

No, we're the ones who fucked up. No layoffs.

We're the only company who hasn't since the crisis,

- and we should. - I won't fucking do it!

The crisis.

The crisis, I'll fuck that crisis up.

We're a family.

We'll fight together like a family.

We're giving up dividends, all of us.

- Come on! - I need that money.

It's a good idea.

We'll use the capital to repurchase shares.

We'll stop the hemorrhage, regain shareholder trust.

I'm not leaving this office until the company's safe.

Shoot up caffeine, if you must.

You know what to do. Get out there, and do it.

Now, goddamnit!

What a plan, huh?

Now how will I...

Yeah, I know. I went too far with Gomez?

A little.

I had a rough weekend.

Really rough.

Huge fucking blowout with Laura.

And my kidney is killing me.

I was at the new club, the one the Germans recommended.

I was there two days, I couldn't answer calls.

I didn't look at my phone.

I was with a Russian...

She could be Miss World, I swear.

She does house calls, too, I've got her number.

Not necessary, Cesar.

For an emergency. Just in case.

Gomez, Gomez, Gomez...

- Come on, forgive me. - No.

You forgive me.

It's fine.

But be strong now. United, like a team.

OK?

Go get them!

I hope you know I love you, man.

Don't think I'm homophobic, either.

Sorry?

I was just mad, I don't care that you're gay.

But I'm not gay.

You aren't gay?

You're not gay?

Maybe you're lying to yourself.

No, really. I like women.

Better for you, that's great.

Gomez!

Don't slack off!

Yes, sir.

A message for you.

I'm going home, you take it.

They say it's personal.

Send them in.

- What the fuck? - Cesar, I'm done. We're over.

You're not allowed in the house. I changed the locks and the combo.

Here, your clothes.

- Your other stuff... - Hang on.

What's all this? Who are you?

Your wife sent me.

I'm with Messengers for You, a bad news communication agency.

If you need to fire, sue, or break up with someone,

- we do it for you. - Dumb job, huh?

I've got two degrees, don't be rude.

Then you're twice as dumb.

May I continue?

I'll send your other things. Don't come over, I'll call the police.

Don't go to my house? It's Diego's birthday.

If you call, or try to get close to Diego, I'll call the police.

Don't sick more PIs on me, either.

All this, I'll use it in the divorce suit,

for a restraining order and for my alimony.

It was just one argument of many. Now she wants a divorce?

Not just an argument.

I've been warning you for years. You never listen.

I get kicked out by messenger, but I don't listen?

You forgot Diego's present, for a change.

I didn't forget. He wanted a ball signed by the Barça.

You think finding it was easy?

You shouldn't promise if you can't find it.

But since you don't care...

I don't care about my son?

Fine.

- A message from me. Write it down. - I wasn't paid for a response.

Tell her...

Write it down!

Tell her to forget the house and my money.

- And if she insists, she'll be very sorry. - Very sorry.

Say it like you mean it.

Like a man, make her cry.

- I'll sing it to her for another fifty. - Get out!

- Ariana. - Mr. Garrido.

Late again.

- Ten minutes. - Thirteen.

Yesterday, you didn't clock my extra hour.

I'll give you another shot. You still haven't been here long.

But you know we value punctuality, right?

Yes, Mr. Garrido.

I've been doing this for years. I can read people.

I don't know you well,

but I believe in you,

so I'll help you.

But you have to trust me, come to me with your problems. In my office.

Other girls never come talk to me.

They won't let me help them,

then their problems get worse.

Her severance.

You understand, right?

Yes, sir. Understood. Excuse me.

Wait.

That's better.

Yes, sir.

Diego, it's Dad. Call me, pick up the phone.

All this social media, but you suck at communication.

Anyway,

I want to say happy birthday, OK?

I didn't forget!

I love you.

Jimena!

- Jimena! - Yes?

Go home.

- Not until you do. - I'm staying late, don't worry.

- Go. - Yeah, but I...

Go the fuck home! Did I stutter?

God!

Yes?

It's Teresa, from security.

There's a woman here, she looks odd, and says she's here for you.

- She's here for an interview. - At this time of night?

Yes, this time of night. Send her up.

You released my panther, and it ate your heart.

Ay, ay, ay, you've got it.

Garrido, to my office. Now!

Come in, Garrido.

What's wrong? Not so cocky now?

Because now I'm the one who's in charge.

And you know what? You're fired.

Why? Because I can.

You're going to cry?

Fine, you get another chance, because I believe in you.

But first you have to eat my pussy.

You heard me. You have to eat it all out, you might like being forced.

That's what you wanted before, a blowjob.

Hi, Mom? It's Ariana, calling from Spain.

I couldn't call before.

Mom, you need to learn to do video calls, it's spendy for me to use the phone.

Yes, it's a nice office.

Yeah, they treat me well.

Don't worry, I'll send you money this week.

Yes, I've got enough for myself.

Is the kid around?

Can I say hi?

Hi, sweetie.

How are you?

It's so nice to hear your voice.

I'm not in Colombia, I'm in Spain.

Soon.

I'm looking for a cheap ticket for Christmas.

How's school?

So glad to hear that.

You know I love you lots?

So, so much.

Yeah.

And I really miss you.

I've got to go now, but I'll call again soon.

I'm still here.

Me, too, sweetheart.

Me, too. So much.

Yes.

I promise.

To infinity and beyond.

Yes, sweetheart.

OK, buddy. Bye.

Bye-bye.

Sorry!

It's just this is my office, so... Hey, listen, I'm not...

You forgot this.

Good morning.

Who hires the cleaning?

It's subcontracted.

Call them. Tell them to sack Garrido if they want to renew.

Tell them.

They can talk to me, if they want. If they've got the balls...

- Should I say balls, too? - Emphasize it.

- Why don't you shower? - Why, do I have a meeting?

It's your image, the one you give your employees.

TUESDAY

Forget the graphics, the press, what the news says. Trust me.

Yes, me.

You changed it.

- I'm fucked, you hear me? - Bring some flan!

Come on, guys, let's give a show!

I'm saying the situation is critical, goddamnit!

What? Don't piss me off, OK?

Come on, Paco!

Paco, Paco!

Now or never, forget about me.

No, man, No.

Paco's the man!

Goddamnit, man!

- Dirty bastard! - I'm sure you've sucked worse things.

Can't you see me, son of a bitch? I'm right here!

Boss,

a visitor.

Show them in.

Good afternoon.

She fell apart, right?

Not exactly.

We talked about lots of things. A fascinating woman, really.

If you won't divorce nice, then I'll be nasty.

I'll keep all three cars, two houses and the Paris flat.

I'll turn Diego against you. I'll cut off your balls, hang them on the shelf.

At least she's got style.

- I contributed a bit. - I'll contribute to punching your face.

Let's focus, things are nasty right now.

But we can work it out.

Forget about lawyers and all that stuff.

- What's your offer? - The house and alimony.

Keep the damn flat in Paris. However, Diego stays with me.

Also, I get the old car and the beach house.

I don't think so.

That's my offer. It's final.

You'll hear from my lawyer!

She gave me this for you.

After all these years at the company,

this is how you repay me? I'm suing, I broke my back for you.

What happened?

You didn't hear? Garrido got fired.

I'll sue!

This won't stand!

How long have we been with the company, Javier?

Eighteen years.

When did we start fucking up?

You remember Serafin Lopez?

Of course! That asshole.

- Not an asshole. - A faggot, then.

The first big mistake was firing him.

- He was fucking difficult. - He wasn't difficult.

He said things you didn't want to hear.

Over the years, you've only kept the ass-kissers and idiots.

You fired people who told you the truth.

I didn't fire you.

- God knows why. - Because I don't fucking want to.

You asked when you started fucking up.

I gave you my opinion. Serafin.

- Jimena, go home. - One moment, boss.

I know, don't worry. I'm fine on my own.

That's not it, I wanted to talk to you.

Go the fuck home, Jimena.

Don't you have a life? Go out with your girlfriends.

Go play bingo, get tipsy.

What?

Well, then!

Good evening.

Do you know who I am?

Obviously...

It's my dinner break.

What was your name?

- Teresa. - Teresa.

How's it going down here?

- All in order. - Good.

What are you reading?

Molière.

The playwright.

French.

I don't read French stuff. You end up sitting to piss.

Do you know...

the girl who cleans at night? She listens to music, her hair's like this...

- Mexican. - Colombian.

- Yeah, whatever. - Her name's Ariana.

Ariana?

She's new.

I don't think she'll last long, she's nice.

- Why's that? - Nice girls don't last.

Life is constant frustration.

A slow anticipation of death.

You smoke pot on the job?

You want to bang her?

You want to bang her.

I want to talk to her.

So you can bang her.

You know where she is now?

I'd guess on the third or fourth.

Hit that button there.

That one.

Again. Again.

Again.

That's it.

Some wine?

I'm working.

To make up for scaring you yesterday.

You been here long?

One month.

And in Spain?

Five years.

But I switch jobs a lot.

Not a good way to get references.

No one asks for references. They want twelve-hour shifts for 700 euros.

Tastes good.

I've got a son, too.

Teenager, a Barça fan.

Punishment for something in a past life, I guess.

Garrido got fired.

My boss. You know anything about that?

Who's Garrido?

Right.

- What, did you like him? - No, no.

Then let's celebrate, right?

Cheers.

You forgot this yesterday.

You like snooping?

You too, right? Observing without being observed.

Look at that.

I was going to fire you, but on second thought...

People don't keep much at new offices.

But they let their guard down with time.

I've seen it all.

Dirty magazines!

Let me see.

They're ass-kisser Gomez's.

Poor guy's so dumb...

But he grows on you. I thought he was a fag.

- They're so old! - This is nothing.

If you only knew what women hide.

Like what?

Women's things.

Vibrators?

The sun's coming up, I have to go.

Why? You a vampire?

- Put everything back, OK? - At your service.

Will I see you tonight?

I have no choice.

Where's the chocolate, huh?

Where is it?

Where's the chocolate?

Jimena!

WEDNESDAY

Jimena!

Fuck.

Where the hell is Jimena?

On time for three years, today she had to be late.

Follow me.

What's up?

You'll need a roofie if you want to rape me.

Boss.

Forgive me, you are...?

- Pereira, from administration. - You hired her, damnit.

Oh, that's right.

You screwed that fatso from marketing,

at the Christmas party. We all thought he was a fag.

You deserve a trophy just for that.

We're married now.

What better trophy than that?

She's here to help us, come on.

Fine, what's going on?

I've been looking at bills, two years' worth. From all departments.

There's a mess of fake projects, cover departments, to hide transfers,

equity transfers.

What do you mean? We're getting robbed?

Someone inside has sent cash to tax havens for years.

Over fifteen million.

Yeah, right. Fifteen million euros?

Fifteen million gets robbed, and you don't notice. Come on!

Are you serious?

- You're serious. - They did it gradually.

During years of plenty. With profits, no one cared.

- Just minor details. - Details?

Fifteen million euros! Son of a bitch...

God!

Who did it? I'll chop his balls off and make a yoyo.

We're investigating.

They're undeclared accounts.

But there have to be records off the books somewhere.

We have to find them, prove we didn't do it.

- Call the board of administrators. - It's best we keep this secret.

My office, within an hour!

What's going on?

I just discovered one of you has been robbing us.

For years.

I can't report it.

Because if people find out, the company will go to hell.

Javier wants a discreet investigation,

but I'm not a discreet guy.

I piss on my enemy's face.

Understood?

The guilty man,

or woman,

has one chance to fix it.

If you confess,

and return the money, of course,

there won't be repercussions.

I swear on my mother.

Now's the time to talk.

Nothing?

No one wants to talk?

Last chance.

When the company was starting,

you came to me with your shit resumes,

begging for a chance,

and I gave it to you.

I trusted you.

Cesar.

You lived in rented houses.

Now you compete to see who has the biggest pool.

No salaries, no company cards,

no company cars, no fucking free coffee, until I know who did it!

Start snooping on your colleagues, fucking their wives for information.

Do whatever you have to, but I want the guilty guy's head on a stake.

Any questions?

- What's a stake? - Get out of my face!

Good evening.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how it is in your country.

Here we do things one way, in Germany, another.

Now you're saying Tokyo? Wall Street, Tokyo We're in Spain, man.

We could... Why not? Come on.

Sure.

Of course. Yeah, sure.

Look what I found.

She's worked for me fifteen years. She has a degree, thanks to me.

Look how she pays me back.

I FUCK THE CRISIS

- I don't know my employees. - Poor little thing.

What?

Imagine your problems if you were a woman.

Don't get feminist on me.

Not even a lesbian could turn me feminist.

I've got women, tons work with me.

- For you. - With me.

How many?

I don't know, a ton.

They're not all hot, either.

Because I respect women. Ugly, fat, old, I don't care. We've got them all.

And women in management?

Don't bust my balls. Everyone's doing it today.

Even my wife wants a divorce.

Really?

I'm so sorry.

Do you love her?

I don't really know.

How did you meet?

Drunk.

We were at the same faculty. Different classes.

I had seen her, I liked her. But I was too shy to talk to her.

I was kind of a bitch then.

There was a Christmas Eve party at the faculty.

Out of control.

I had this cheesy, pathetic tie,

just to draw attention. White, with red kissy lips.

You saw her there?

Yeah. In an evening gown, it was breathtaking.

But the belt on it broke, it was falling off.

So I, ever the gentleman, removed my tie,

and tied it on like a belt.

She said thank you, then I took her home,

and she jumped me at her front door.

She was naughty.

And beautiful.

- Should I stop rambling? - No.

- What about you? - What about me?

- Boyfriend? Husband? - No.

Your kid's father?

He...

He left before he was born.

Better that way.

To children, the best thing in life.

- Even if they hurt. - Cheers.

Cheers.

Want to see something?

Your tits.

Sorry.

Follow me.

Wow.

How had I not seen this?

No one else has the key. I come here a lot.

Watch your head.

What's wrong?

- Tomorrow's my last day. - What?

There are layoffs, it's my turn.

What the hell...? They're firing you?

I'll talk to them.

I'll speak with them.

Why? It's not necessary.

Yes, it is.

A cleaning company needs cleaning ladies.

The country needs fewer bosses, and more workers.

I'm going back home, with my son.

- To Peru? - I'm Colombian.

Why are you leaving?

To take care of my son. It's easier being there.

Stay a few more days, I'll buy you a ticket.

No.

First-class.

- We'll go to a hotel, have a good time. - I said no!

Sorry.

- I have to go. - Hey.

Are you coming to work tomorrow?

So we'll say goodbye...

- Tomorrow? - Yes.

Here, same place?

- Here, same place. - Good.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

For the department meeting. The coordinator can handle it.

- Did you see what he did? - I'm going to...

Tell him I said so.

THURSDAY

Excuse me.

I'm listening.

Your wife won't want an agreement. She wants total surrender, no conditions.

I don't get it.

This is over the top.

Something had to happen to make her like this.

Why are you quiet?

Nothing, because...

Because I have nothing to say.

- You know something. - Me? No.

No, no. No, no, no, no.

- I swear. - You know something, I can tell.

- What would I know? Nothing! - Goddamnit!

- Tell me what you know! - She's screwing someone else!

What?

She's having an "affaire."

An "affaire?" What the hell?

- "Affaire" has French roots... - How do you know she has a lover?

I don't know, stuff, subtle details.

And there was a naked guy at her house.

Who?

I don't know. But when she opened the door, they were both wearing bathrobes.

Two plus two equals...

Two plus two equals me punching your face.

I want you to know, I'm with you, OK? She really let me down.

As a woman, and as a person, too.

Thanks a lot.

Your support means so much to me.

No worries, I'm here to help. Anything else you need?

Yeah, for you to scram.

- Yeah, but maybe... - Get out!

No, wait.

Tell her if she wants war, she'll have war.

And to get ready to suffer.

To suffer more than me, that's for sure.

She didn't pay me, not for an answer.

Boss, are you OK?

I was doing sit-ups.

Help me up.

We're getting old.

And I've always taken care of myself!

Hand me that bottle.

Come on.

- Have a drink with me. - It's 4 PM.

Fuck, you're right. A drink with a cigar, then.

What's up?

What did you want?

Boss, look...

Spit it out, damn it.

I know I'm not brilliant, I have my limitations.

Yes, you do.

But you know you can trust me. You know how much I value you.

You're part of my life.

You sure you're not gay?

Look,

some of us directors had several drinks yesterday.

People are worried,

- because of all that's going on. - I see.

So someone started badmouthing you.

- Badmouthing? - That the situation is your fault.

That you should be kicked off the board.

What the fuck? Kick me off?

Said it was the only way to avoid a takeover.

It looks possible with the majority of administrators,

they just have to prove you abandon your post.

They said it would be easy, because lately...

What? Lately what?

You drink a lot, and take a lot of... You know.

They can say it to my face if they have the balls.

I'll shove their head up their ass.

Who is that son of a bitch?

- Well, I... - Tell me.

- Fucking tell me! - It's Javier Montero.

Javier?

That's impossible.

- You must've been drunk. - I couldn't believe it, either,

- but he insisted. - No way.

I dodged the issue, said I'd think about it, but this morning,

I got a text from him.

YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT WE DISCUSSED YESTERDAY?

He may have stolen the money.

He had never talked about you this way.

He said it was time to attack, you'd never see it coming.

You never see fatal blows coming.

- Should I talk to him? - No.

No, leave me alone.

Cesar, they won't let me in.

Because I gave orders not to let you in.

You said a director was robbing us, right? Someone who controlled administration.

You thought I wouldn't find out?

That being buddy-buddy would fool me forever?

Wait.

You think I did it?

You want to take my company away.

You son of a bitch!

- Why do you think I did it? - Do you deny it?

Of course I do. Because it's not true.

You know what hurts the most?

After so many years,

you can't say it to my face.

You have to stab me in the back, pitting people against me, like a gossipy hag.

Are you done?

You're done. I never want to fucking see you again.

Get out of here. Get out, you son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Take him out.

It doesn't make sense. He fired his best friend?

They were so close. They made the company together.

Everything nice in life turns to shit.

It's weird that he betrayed him.

Read Shakespeare.

The ones you love the most can fuck you over the most.

Always.

These are so good. Where do you get them?

I'll miss them when you leave.

What's going on there?

They go down to smoke sometimes.

To the garage?

Why is no one smoking?

What are you doing here?

Emptying the trash, what else?

Emptying it where?

Outside.

I'll leave now.

Cesar?

Cesar?

Ari.

What's up?

You need to go empty out your locker with me.

- My shift isn't over yet. - Orders from above.

I'm sorry.

FRIDAY

Son of a bitch.

Makes you want to jump.

Remember the Twin Towers?

People falling...

So peaceful.

Their last seconds of life, and they chose not to fight, just...

to enjoy the flight.

I'll push you, if that's what you want.

I prefer a surprising death. It's more beautiful.

Maybe we're already dead and this is purgatory.

Ariana told me to tell you goodbye from her.

Ariana? When?

Last night.

They made me remove her from the building.

They sacked her.

I knew she wouldn't last. It's all futile, so merciless.

She said this is for you.

What is it?

She said it was the brown-noser's, for you to keep an eye on him.

The brown-noser?

Boss, something wrong?

Javier isn't the thief.

You are.

- For how long? - Years.

You're such an idiot,

you left proof in the office.

It's encrypted.

No names, no data.

If it were deciphered, we'd have time to move the cash.

We? Who else did it?

Everyone.

The whole Board of Administrators.

All your closest people.

Everyone, except Javier.

He's the only one who told us not to vote against you.

You're an idiot, Cesar. Which is why you'll lose the company.

I won't fucking lose it!

This company is mine.

I founded it,

- and I've led it for years. - You don't lead shit.

I don't get it.

I made you rich. Why are you doing this?

You're such an idiot, now I have to explain.

You've insulted me every day I've worked with you.

Do you know how hard it is to shut up, not jump you, bash your head in?

You piece of shit, circus monkey.

Drug addict.

We've been mocking you for years.

That's the only good part.

Jokes at your expense, chuckling behind your back.

That made it all worth it.

But...

the funniest part.

Even you will laugh.

I'm fucking your wife.

Fucking...

Tomorrow at ten, board meeting,

boss.

Jimena?

It's Laura.

Where's Diego?

Downstairs.

Tell him to come up.

You sure about that?

Gomez.

Really?

You and him?

You're better than that, damn it.

Can't you see he's only doing it to hurt me?

It's all about you.

I get that you hate me. But trust me, he's a snake.

He fooled me for years.

It's not hard to fool you. Just worship you a little bit...

What happened to us?

We loved each other once.

I loved a man who doesn't exist anymore.

Gomez is game to buy your shares, for a reasonable price.

I'm happy with half. In Diego's name.

I see.

That's why you're here.

- My son comes first. - For me, too.

They're going to recapitalize. Your shares will be worth ten times less.

They can't do that.

Take the offer, or you'll end up with squat.

What's so funny?

Gomez is a smart son of a bitch. But not that smart.

This was your idea.

He thinks he seduced you,

but you're the one behind it all.

Did you start crying in his car?

You told him I was aloof, you needed love?

While you stuck your hand down his fly?

Tomorrow,

accept the offer,

make everything easier.

Please.

Wait.

Where the fuck did I put it?

Let's see...

It's for Diego.

What is it?

The last thing I'll ask you in my life.

Please.

Javier...

Javier, buddy, really,

I am so sorry.

Everything I said and did, I'm sorry. Call me.

Javier!

Javier, please call me.

Call me, for real.

- What are you doing here? - Let me in.

No! Boss, don't do it!

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help me!

- I've got you! - Lift me up, damn it!

Help me!

Get up!

Grab him, hang on!

Come up! Pull!

Come up!

Come up!

That's it.

Let's see...

Thank you.

This is for the pain.

Go get that checked out.

I've been an asshole.

A fucking asshole.

They all saw it, except for me.

They were all laughing at me.

Except for you.

I've met worse.

SATURDAY

Morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Let's make this quick, please.

Cesar, if you'll allow me, we all know why we're here.

I propose: immediate removal of Cesar as CEO.

One moment.

Cesar, don't make a scene.

You can't remove me.

Of course we can.

No.

Because I'm resigning.

I resign as CEO, and my spot on the board.

Fine. You've still got some dignity.

Will you sign, please?

May I have one last word?

Say whatever you want and then fucking disappear.

Actually, the last word is for someone else.

Montero can't be here! You fired him.

- Last night, we sold all our shares. - So?

I sent this report to international agencies,

detailing the company's theft, the one you're behind.

I CC'd the prosecutor and the commission.

By the way, it's also leaked to the press.

I'm guessing that Monday morning, the cops will be here with a search warrant.

What the fuck is this, Gomez?

They won't find squat. The money's hidden, and we cooked the books.

- You think we're idiots? - Well, it will take them time.

But you'll all be sentenced.

- That's for sure. - You know the IRS,

it latches on and doesn't let go.

The IRS can suck my dick. You're going down first, you asshole.

No, no.

I may be an asshole, but I didn't steal anything.

Nothing to do with me.

All I regret is not going to the board meeting.

- I'd love to see your faces. - Our faces?

The accounts are tailored, you look like the guilty one.

- It'll be your word against ours. - Not quite.

Say hi to the camera.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Hi, Pereira! You get that all on camera?

- Yes, sir. - So we're good?

- More than good. - Perfect, thank you.

Son of a bitch!

It's already in the news.

Fuck, we have to sell!

You sank your own company.

You never see fatal blows coming.

Good luck.

And thank you.

Thank your son.

Diego?

He called to tell me to give you a chance.

He really did that?

He liked the ball.

Must've been hard to score the autographs.

Why do you think I spent two days at that club?

I'm such a dick.

I don't know why I doubted you.

- I'm a faggot. - What?

What you are is a dumbass...

When do you leave?

First thing tomorrow.

I'll go with you.

Nothing for me here. There must be 1st-class tickets left.

Cesar!

We would've had fun.

- Imagine, tequila all day long. - Which tequila?

Oh, fuck, no, that's Mexico.

Whatever. Daiquiris, rum, sake... Right?

Cesar, stick around and clean your life up.

Can I visit you after?

I don't know where to go.

I'm homeless.

You can sleep at mine tonight.

Just sleep.

Just sleep.

I think you forgot something.