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First you say it's a risky job we need to plan better.

Then you say no, and then yes. I'm totally confused.

Answer me. Is there a plan or what?

Are we going to kill him in front of everybody?

No, no, I'm going to do something a little subtler.

-Like what? -I don't know.

You don't know?

You don't know!

I'm not going to die because of your nonsense.

Ready?

-Yes? -Fix the cord. I can't hear anything.

Do not underestimate him.

Okay, I need to pee.

You with the whiskers, careful with my...

Careful. I know you.

You share your dope with these jerks?

Tell me who sent you.

Tell me. Who sent you, you bastard?

You? You bastard.

I know you. What's your name?

Tell me your name!

My name is Ávila, you bastard.

-You ride bikes? -Sure.

Okay, take the bike and get rid of it.

But it's a great bike.

Shut up, Ismael, do whatever you want.

Just get it out of my sight, you hear?

-Thanks. -For what?

For letting me kill him.

I knew you'd enjoy it.

It shifted.

Are you sure?

A millimeter and a half since the last checkup.

What did the doctor say?

He says it shifted a millimeter and a half

since the last checkup.

I meant what you have to do, wise guy.

Avoid extreme sports. Dancing the Twist.

Shirts with magnetic buttons.

The usual.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -I'm better off than Bermúdez.

-You already did it? -I told you I would.

You said it was a tough job that took time to plan.

-It was a woman, right? -What?

The person that hired us. Was it a woman?

Who cares, Ávila? Who cares what their sex is?

I know her.

I last saw her 15 years ago, but I know her.

That's a problem.

Yes, a young woman.

She says she's the middlewoman between the cartel and us.

Do I take care of it, sir?

-No you don't. -Sir?

-Are you deaf or what? -You don't make these decisions.

-But he will shortly, Iván. -Sir?

Look at it as a rehearsal. Alright?

Where is she, sir?

-What is this? -What do you mean what is this?

Bread. Money. Cash.

Dough.

You idiot. Where did you get this money?

Answer me.

I earned it.

Working.

What kind of work?

A pretty good one.

Go back to sleep.

Look, boy, you're not going anywhere

until you tell me where you got it.

Just pay the rent, okay?

The damn landlord isn't as dumb as you are.

How long can we live without any food?

That's a very good question.

I have no idea,

but we've heard lots of accounts about earthquakes

and people that lived for days without any food.

-For entire weeks. -Right.

Because somebody won't eat or leave the house.

-Who? -Isn't that awful?

-Who won't eat? -María.

María?

María won't even go to the grocery store.

The refrigerator is empty, but María stays indoors.

It's great out there. There are so many things to do.

María, please...

-Who is it? -Ávila.

I was in the shower.

I did it.

I know.

Are you okay?

Ávila! Ávila!

-Hi gorgeous. -Hi baby.

Would you like to see what's for dinner?

Lord have mercy!

-I'm going to get you. -No you won't! You won't!

-Yes. Yes I will. -No! Wait!

Yes I will. One, two, three. And four. I win!

You've been a bad boy.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No, no handcuffs. I don't like the cuffs.

-Oh yes you do. -No cuffs! No!

-You cuffed me last time. -No, please.

So now it's my turn.

Look what I've got.

Chocolate sauce!

It's so cold.

You like that?

Lick it all up. Lick it all up.

Honey. Honey. The key. The key. Give me the key to help you.

I need it. Give me the key! The key! What is it, honey?

What? What, what, what?

What's wrong? No, no, no! The key! The key!

Give me the damn key! You stupid cow!

Damn you! Get off of me.

Damn it! This can't be happening to me!

God damn it!

You blacked out.

I stitched up your hand.

-You? -Yes, I'm a nurse.

Thanks.

There's no need to thank me. I got you in this mess.

Are you doing well?

My dad kept a lot of cash in the house,

and one day I found it.

There isn't much left.

I spent most of it investigating Bermúdez.

And you too.

I've never made a mistake.

For many years,

I've managed to hide that part of my life.

And nobody's found out.

But you found me,

and I can't help but wonder how many others could.

I don't know, but it took me ten years,

and a lot of money to discover your secret.

How many people like me do you know?

-They're all dead. -Exactly. So why worry about it?

Dead people have friends.

They have families, wives, lovers.

Why did you need to find me?

Well...

The truth is I wanted to thank you.

Call me crazy, but not a single day went by

without remembering your eyes.

I didn't forget yours either.

All I knew about you was that you were a cop,

and your last name.

Then I heard you had retired.

But your double life was a surprise.

A pleasant surprise.

Nice way to thank me by sending me to the lion's den.

I always thought you'd enjoy killing Bermúdez.

I always thought I couldn't.

But you did.

And I enjoyed it.

Count it and let me know if it's all in there.

What's this?

The fee you paid us.

No, no, the cartel put the money and you did your job.

I'd have done it for free. We're even.

No.

That's hardly enough to repay you.

What are you doing?

Your eyes are so sad.

Kissing me won't help any.

But maybe you'll feel good for a while.

What are you running from?

From my mistake.

You know where to find me.

Dear God! Why me?

I'm a good guy.

Help me out here.

With anything, even a screwdriver.

Dynamite. A damn locksmith!

Just get me out of here.

Damn it!

Listen up you bastard.

Who the hell do you think I am?

Some low-class hooker?

You think you can dump me just like that?

Just try and I swear to God I will destroy your sorry life.

That's right.

Come on honeybunch.

God damn it!

Oh man! Yes that's it!

Yes? Hello.

-Sir, it's Chulo. -What's the matter?

-Sorry to bother you. -Get to the point, Chulo.

I'm in trouble. I have a huge problem.

You do? Well so do I.

Trust me sir, this one is huge and smelly.

Please send someone over.

Alright, what's the address?

It's Pachuca 175. It's a motel.

You won't believe it.

So don't tell me!

Iván! Iván!

I can't hear you.

You need to call...

...Ávila.

Yes?

Where are you?

Give me 15 minutes.

I'm glad you could make it.

How is our friend?

-Better than when we got here. -Can I see him?

Later, he asked me to help him with a problem.

It's urgent.

What kind of problem?

One of our agents is in a, let's say...

...delicate situation and needs your help.

Just me?

I don't see why not.

You'll find El Chulo there.

-The Pimp? -That's what we call him.

So am I getting my discount?

-What discount? -You know what discount. Dude.

I'm your best customer. Come on.

-Well? -You got the dough?

Alright.

Looks like you hit the jackpot.

More or less.

Nice bike.

Yeah, it's nice, but I got something nicer.

Yeah? Okay, let's go.

Put that away. Put the gun away.

Put the gun away.

-Chulo? -Yes. Moreira sent you?

Thank you dear God.

-The key? -I don't know. Try her purse.

Please get it.

And put that away.

Please take these off.

Where else?

No idea, we never played this game before.

That's some pretty kinky stuff.

I didn't want to. It was her idea.

What kind of game is it?

An African safari. I had to guess what kind

of animal she was for a prize.

-The prize was the key? -I guess so.

-I think I know where it is. -Where?

-Look between her legs. -I can't. You do it please.

-No way. -Hey, hey! No, no!

Wait. Wait. Wait. Help me please.

Please.

This bitch stinks!

After ten hours you get accustomed.

-Shut up. -You found it?

You got it?

Great! Great! Great!

Great. Great.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Thanks man. I swear I'll never forget this.

Me neither.

Oh man! Oh man!

Hold it right man.

Where did you get the dough?

You don't want to know.

Nothing about you surprises me.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You are...

What did I tell you guys? My nose never fails.

Very good, Bestia. Now you can go to hell.

What, bitch?

Goodbye, Bestia.

You're not sharing your stuff with your buddies?

-I don't want to. -Well I want you to.

Yeah? Well I have the weed.

So go screw your boyfriends out there.

-I don't want to fight you. -There's a smart kid.

-You're pushing me. -Really?

Drop it bitch! Drop it bitch! I said drop it!

Shut up you jerk.

Are you sure it's here?

Yes, she took walks here three times a week.

She wanted to lose weight.

I want half of the money.

-You mean... -You know what I mean.

You got a fifty?

What's this?

Okay, here's 200. I'll keep 100.

You got just 300...

...for that job?

You think she was a job?

That I had to kill her?

You got to be kidding!

So what?

You screw fatties for money?

Let's just say that...

...I sell this hot body to lonely horny ladies.

It's my night job.

So you cover an illegal activity with another?

I'd rather get busted for that than for murder.

Am I right?

What? You're going to shoot me?

I don't know. But I'd sure like to.

Let's get out of here.

-Jerks. -Get out of here.

That was cool man. I am really impressed.

Oh man!

You screwed up.

Me? How come?

The safety pin was on.

Thank you so much.

So tell me. How do you do it?

I mean to keep your family in the dark about this.

My family?

I don't have a family.

I don't. You can't lie all the time.

We lie to kill.

We lie at work. We lie in the street.

You need to have a little time for yourself.

Be yourself, take the mask off.

If not you feel empty inside,

and you won't recognize your own reflection.

A family is like another costume in the closet.

You have a family, right?

What do you do?

What do you do to...

...have a moment to yourself, a daily moment of peace?

Aren't you afraid they discover your real identity?

Aren't you always like...

...scared to get caught?

Let's just say I'm always...

...anesthetized.

Take care.

Beware of the fatties.

See you.

It's done.

How is our friend?

Keep me updated.

And this one?

They say he was out partying.

All of it! All of it!

To celebrate he'd got a new car.

He felt nauseous and got sick,

and to avoid soiling the leather seats...

...they didn't see the lamppost they were heading for.

Where's the head?

They're still looking for it.

-Are you going to tell me? -What?

What's bugging you, Ávila.

I have a new apprentice.

Same age as my son.

You should be proud to be considered a teacher.

I'm teaching him to kill, not to read.

Death is part of your life.

You know it. You work with it.

You know all its secrets. Who better than you?

Yes I know.

So?

So there are times I...

...see myself as a monster.

You think you're a monster?

No, I said there are times...

...I don't know who I am.

I even believe my own lies.

What are you getting at?

What if everybody knew?

If they...

...found out.

-Who are "they"? -They are my neighbors.

My family and friends.

You have no friends.

Since when do you care what they think?

Maybe since I taught a...

A kid my son's age how to strangle somebody.

He's your son's age, but he isn't your son.

I know that, but understanding it is tough.

Remembering it.

And that makes you feel guilty?

It reminds you of the dad you never were?

So stop training him.

I can't. I already said I would. His life is my responsibility.

So kill him then.

Didn't you hear me?

His life is my responsibility. There are rules.

Rules?

Rules!

Your business is loaded with useless rules.

Don't we have rules in Rome too?

Sorry. Sorry.

You really can't under any circumstances?

Not even if he gave you a reason?

No, not even then.

I don't get it.

What would you do if he betrayed you?

Steals your money? Or tries to kill you?

I don't know.

I'd pay somebody to do it. That's not the point.

The point is that...

...this kid reminds me of my son.

-Then kill your son. -I shouldn't have come here.

Amen.

My granddad had a saying he used to the very end.

What are you talking about?

About Heaven.

About Hell.

He said that being good or bad, Jewish or Christian,

predator or prey,

it doesn't matter.

All that matters is entering the Pearly Gates

in a good coffin.

That's such nonsense. It means nothing.

Considering we're talking about eternal rest,

why not do it in a...

...comfortable casket?

There's nothing after death.

No Heaven or Purgatory, no eternal rest, nothing.

What makes you say that?

Pure common sense.

But common sense can sometimes be confusing.

So you might be mistaken.

So could you.

Yes I could.

Then my own casket wouldn't be such a big deal.

And you would be right.

But then of course...

...in the event you were mistaken, then,

maybe my granddad's saying wouldn't seem so absurd.

Your granddad was a jerk.

No, my granddad was a carpenter.

There are doctors, lawyers, politicians.

No profession can hide an idiot.

That's just it, my granddad might have...

...built furniture, houses and other things.

But instead, he chose to make caskets.

What's the difference?

That nobody is forced to buy furniture,

or live in a house, or sleep in a bed.

But then everybody, sooner or later...

What?

...will end up lying inside a casket.

Wait.

-What's up? -How are you?

-Good. -Which one is good?

-They call him Devil. -How old is he?

He's two. They killed his parents at birth.

They were useless.

Put that on Devil.

Honey. What happened to your hand?

-An accident at work. -Let me see.

I'm fine. What's that bike doing here?

-What bike? -Yes. Where's Emiliano.

Upstairs. What's wrong?

NO TRESPASSING

-Where did you get the bike? -It's not mine.

-What are you up to? -It's not mine.

Don't you lie to me. You think you're a man?

Come here. Don't lie to me. Where did you get it?

-It's not mine. -It's mine.

I bought it.

-And you are? -Ismael. Nice to meet you.

We don't allow bikes in this house, Ismael.

Got it?

Yes, Mr. Ávila.

Good evening.

Good evening.

ALL OPERATIVES SHOULD HAVE A JOB TO JUSTIFY THEIR INCOME

"Killing to live better".