All language subtitles for Sr.Avila.S01E07.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-SbR

There she is.

You're crazy, you know that?

She won't bug me anymore.

We need to get her out of here.

Hurry. Hurry.

Help me cover the body
with these bags!

We should dump her here.

Yeah right.

Just 600 yards from the school?

Don't be stupid. What if they saw you
with her? Are you nuts?

Nobody saw me.

We can't risk it anyway.
We need a car for this.

A taxicab won't do.

We could use...
I can get a car, okay?

Right, so now we're thieves?
Then what?

No.

I meant my mom's car.

Your boss won't mind?

He's never home this early.
He always comes back late.

So move it. Go get that car.

Move it! Go, go!
I'll wait here for you.

Is this okay?

It would be a lot better
with the lights off.

Okay, dude.

-What?
-Let's put her in the trunk.

One, two, three.

Hold on. Let me get that.

Watch the hand.

-Drive.
-Where to?

Out of here dude.

You know where to dump her?

Yes I do, I've got three places.
I just need one more.

I don't get it.

Let's just say
we'll dump the body in...

...four different places.

But... No. No.

You're kidding, right?

What, are you nuts?

Nuts? Me?

The guy that thinks
he's a vampire slayer.

Cut the crap and let's get
the hell out of here.

What was that about?

It's been years
since you screwed me like that.

What's going on?

I love you.

And I love you.

I'm so starved.

Who doesn't?
Should I fix you something?

No, I'll get it.

-You sure?
-Yes.

Here's to you.

Really, Ismael?
We stopped for you to smoke a joint?

Give me a break.

Right there.

There'll be knives in there.

Are you done?

Now we need to cut her up.

Find some knives.

And some bags.

Are you alright?

Grab some bags,

and take this out of here.

Move it.

Where's the beer, Mar?

There's a ton in the garage.

We're almost done.

Finish hosing over there.

Butter.

Your sandwiches' magical touch
is the butter.

Right?

You'll never know.

What's the big deal?

You never want to tell me.
Why all the mystery?

You won't like them so much
if I tell you.

But it's not the butter.

You're so silly.

There's just one left.
Let's go.

Hold on.

-Lower your voice.
-There it is. Let's go.

Is it this way?

Follow the track man.

-There it is.
-I'll follow you.

Damn it!

Faster!

Watch it. Watch it. Watch it.

Okay, give me a hand.

At the count of three,

we throw the bag
as far as we can.

Two.
Three!

Damn it!

Damn it!
It landed far from the river.

I'll get down there.

No, no, no! Go down there?
Are you nuts?

You can't go down there.
It could be real deep.

We can't leave it there.

We have to leave it there.
Come on.

Move it.

I am extremely surprised.

How come?

Your mom never lends her car
to anyone.

Not even to me.
And I bought it.

How did you convince her?

I didn't tell her.

What kind of trouble are you in?

Why should I be in any trouble?

If a punk like you
grabs a car at 2 AM,

it's because he's desperate,
so why did you?

Well because...

...I asked some girls out,
I told them I'd pick them up.

So you showed up
in this baby.

Did you screw them?

Believe it or not.

Be up in an hour and a half.

Go get some sleep.

Yes?

This is his dad.

I understand your concern.

You don't need to talk to her.
I'll be there.

Thank you.

Whatever they said about me,
I did nothing wrong.

When are you going
to start trusting me?

We'll see.

Mr. Ávila.

Sorry to keep you waiting,

but as you can imagine,
this school is a mess.

They mentioned that
on the phone.

-So what do you think?
-I'm not aware of the details.

There aren't many. A burger laced
with mercury and ground glass.

A gluttonous kid. Lots of blood.
A painful death.

That's a very serious accident.

-Indeed, but it was no accident.
-What do you mean?

We have...

...some troublesome students.

We get the dregs.

I've never thought that way
about my son,

but I guess you're right.

Nine of ten parents
are offended by that.

Then I'm the tenth.

I'll get to the point,
Mr. Ávila.

I'd appreciate it, sir.

We think your son is involved
in these unpleasant acts.

We? You and who else think so?

His classmates, for example.

His classmates?
You mean the dregs you're sent?

The security guards too.

The security guards? The guys whose job
it is to avoid these tragedies?

You don't seem
to be too concerned

about the possibility
of having a homicidal son.

Of course I'm not.

My son can't even cook an egg
without cutting a finger.

I would take this seriously sir.

Why? What proof is there?

You have no other suspects?
How about the cook?

The cook has been in our canteen
for 20 years.

Nothing like that
has ever happened,

and regarding your son,
he isn't the only suspect.

Ismael Rueda.

-You know him?
-Yes, he's my son's friend.

They study together at my place.
At least that's what they said.

I'm running
an hour late for work.

Don't worry about it.
I understand.

We'll keep in touch
if anything comes up.

If you'll excuse me.

We need to talk.

Yes. Alright.

Wood?

A wooden blade?

Because there's a metal detector
in the canteen.

That's smart.

-Bestia would've killed him.
-Yes but that was smart.

-That was stupid.
-But he's got balls.

Yeah, right.

A dead guy with lotsa balls.

Did anyone see you?

I'm not stupid.
Besides, they have no evidence.

-The burger?
-Plus two other burgers

the pig stuffed himself with.

-They'll be watching you guys.
-I know.

Keep the dogs away from my son,
and him out of trouble.

This is for the last job.

Any news?

Nothing new.

Except that the Croatian
decided to accept his loss.

Keep a tab on that.

I will.

What's the matter sir?

You think it's genetic?

What?

This.

What we do.

I mean, do you think
it's something...

...that's in our blood,
that we pass on to our kids?

Is your father a killer?

My father is dead.

But the question
is still valid.

Was your father a killer?

I guess he could've been
for the right motive.

And did he ever have
the right motive?

He did.

He did one time.

He asked me to take care of it.

That's how I met Moreira.

I know the story
but not the details.

I guess fate

had a lot to do with it.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

I'm here to see don Ávila.

I spoke with Dr. Montés.

-Come in please.
-Thank you.

Have a seat.

Who is Montés?

One of our "Magnets."
Remember Rogelio?

Well, we have several Magnets
whose job is the same.

Attract potential clients.

-A doctor?
-A psychologist.

He can recognize a client
right off the bat.

How many Magnets are there?

Well, we've got a hairdresser.

Two masseurs. Three prostitutes.

Okay, okay.
I need a list of all our Magnets.

I want to know
who sends us these clients.

Yes sir.

Your dad just left.

That's weird.
He always talks to me.

We need to talk.

Come with me.

Very well.

So tell us for whom
you need to hire our services.

My father.

Would you mind telling us

why you need
such a deluxe service?

Is it important?

If the motive is so obvious,
you'll be the main suspect.

I see.

-We love the same woman.
-What about her?

We are the same age.
But my dad has all the money.

How old is your dad?

Sixty-five.

You brought a file, right?

Carlos Zanini?

The ice cream parlor guy?

-I'm a huge fan.
-Rum-Raisin.

They're watching us.

Let's just say
your fights with Bestia

were a little too obvious.

It's not my fault.
He messed with me.

The cops call
that little detail...

...a motive.

But there's no proof.
You said so yourself.

Things are going
to start heating up.

Your dad warned me.

They'll be following us around.

So you simply can't afford
to do anything stupid.

Understood?

No I don't.

What don't you get?

Why did dad talk to you
instead of me?

What does that matter?

It doesn't matter to you,
but it does to me.

What the hell are you thinking?

Something's going on
between you and my dad,

that I don't know about.

-Security? bodyguards?
-None.

That's weird, a guy like him
should have bodyguards.

He doesn't need any.

The fact that you are here,

clearly indicates
that he does need them.

Trust me, he doesn't.

How come?
What aren't you telling us?

The bastard is...

...immortal.

What are you getting at?

Look, my dad
is a very suspicious guy.

He doesn't talk to strangers,
much less when his son

is on the edge of the cliff,
turning into a killer.

-So what?
-There's no other way.

-He has to trust you totally.
-Trust me?

Your dad came to me

because he thinks
I'm real bad company.

Because he thinks
I could kill anybody.

And I can play you
all the way to hell.

-He said that?
-Not in so many words.

He's always thought
I'm an ass.

What did you tell him?

What do you think?

That we did nothing, of course.

Okay.
Just forget the whole thing.

Let's go smoke a joint.

My treat.

Let's go.

This is serious business.
We're not kidding here.

What do you mean?

Maybe that's because
I forgot to mention

a plane crash
with no survivors but him.

Fate can sometimes be
a very funny thing.

Funny indeed
in my father's case.

Do you play golf, don Ávila?

Well, I haven't had a chance
to play golf.

Imagine you're on a golf course.

It's a very cloudy day.

You grab an aluminum
number 4 iron,

and a 25 thousand volt
lighting bolt

hits the club
and you from head to foot.

What happened?

His heart stopped.

He had burns
on 85 % of his body.

His clothes
burned to a frazzle.

And 30 minutes later he woke up
asking if he hit the ball.

-Smells real good.
-Hence the price.

What do you think?

Pretty good stuff.

Okay, I'll have four.

-Four?
-Yes.

Keep the change.

Did you see his face?

You either killed your mom
or robbed a bank.

Where'd you get all that dough?

You're the IRS or what?

No but I'm no fool.
You never have that much.

-What do you care?
-Sure I care.

Maybe I could do the same thing?

No way dude.

Why can't I jump in?

Give me a freaking break dude.

Have you ever hired
any professional service

to do the job?

-I did once.
-And?

He also thought
fate was a funny thing.

My father
is a trained soldier.

He's a tough guy.

Many make the mistake
of thinking he's easy to kill.

That's usually
their last mistake.

We can't ignore the fact
that he knows he's a target.

That complicates
everything.

-What does that mean?
-That the price is higher.

No problem.

It's even more if you want it
to look like an accident.

I think you're finding excuses
to not do the job.

Money is no object, don Ávila.

Two hundred.
Fifty percent upfront.

-What else?
-We need one of your dad's

personal effects. Something with
his scent, that he always uses.

Something
unmistakably his.

What for?

There's no need for you to know.
Just get it.

Alright then.

Is that it?

Have a nice day.

You too.

Why do you need
his dad's personal stuff?

We're giving this job
to The Mole.

Who?

One of our best gravediggers.
You'll meet him soon.

How do you come up
with these names, Iván?

-It's been a long time.
-I've been busy.

Now what's bugging you?

-It's my son.
-What about him?

He almost killed somebody.

Almost, but he didn't?

In fact he had a brilliant idea.

There are metal detectors
in his school.

So he whittled himself a blade.

So why does that bug you?

Because I was proud of him,
when I should be shocked.

Give me a break.
With what right?

You're a hit-man.
You kill people for money.

Why should you be shocked
if he does it out of passion?

Out of hatred, or revenge?

That's much more dignified
than you.

No son of mine is a killer.

That's ridiculous.

We can't tell our kids
what to be.

I guess your dad
didn't want you to be a killer?

You're wrong.

I killed the first guy
because of him.

It's his fault I am who I am.

Nonsense.

At best, you can accuse him
of waking up the killer in you.

You know what? Go to hell.

So how was your day?

Good. Very good indeed.

Of course last night
had a lot to do with it.

Did you go out?

No, but maybe in a few days
things will go back to normal.

What about you?

It was good,

getting the knack of the job.

Any idea
when you're getting paid?

They did. I forgot to tell you.

-What?
-Nothing.

We need to talk.

Some other time.
I need to study.

Fine. Whenever you want.

Or tell Ismael.

I'm just saying.

I'm just another idiot
you can manipulate.

Right?

What does he mean?

No idea, I guess he's still mad

about what happened
to his buddy the other day.

He'll get over it.

Right.

That's my father's aftershave.
It's designer made just for him.

This will do.

You said your father
is taking a trip tomorrow?

No, it's tonight.

-Tonight?
-Yes.

-I don't think...
-I don't see any problem.

Good. If you'll excuse me.

What?

You're nuts.

We've only got
a couple of hours.

-That's all The Mole needs.
-So call him already.

I already have.
Why don't you stay to meet him?

I wouldn't miss it
for the world, Iván.

You know?

I can't stop thinking
about the money.

Please dude. Forget the money.
Give me a break.

-I just can't.
-Why not?

Here's why.

What are you and dad up to?

What does your dad
have to do with this?

It's the same envelope
he gets his pay in.

Either you work
in a funeral parlor,

or it's a hell of a coincidence.

Okay, your dad
gave me the money.

Why would he do that?

Let's just say he thinks
I'm some kind of gangster.

He hired me
as your guardian angel dude.

So therefore
fifty percent of what you get,

is mine, right?

Something like that.

I'll bring you
the other envelope tomorrow.

"The Mole."

I was shocked.
I thought you had dumped me.

You're very expensive.

Yes I am,
but this job you have now,

only I can pull if off, right?

And a client
that's willing to pay the price.

-Come in.
-That sounds very nice.

Let's get going then,
so I can get started already.

Yes but first I'd like
to introduce you to don Ávila.

By the way, Iván.

I'm very sorry
about Mr. Moreira.

It's a real shame.

Come in.

Don Ávila,
it's a pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is mine, Mole.

What's so funny?

Nothing, it's just that...
Well, I'm not the Mole.

-You're not?
-No.

-So who is he?
-He is. My baby is the Mole.

-And who are you?
-Who, me? I'm just his assistant.

Iván, you got what I need?

-His aftershave.
-It's designer.

Here are the details.

It has to be this afternoon.

So I'll get going then.

As soon as the job's done
I'll be back for the rest.

This guy...

...do not underestimate him.

Me neither, sir. Iván.

Nice meeting you.

Let's go. Let's go.

So that's the Mole.

That's right.

Ana, I need another bottle
of my aftershave now!

-In the bathroom.
-I just smashed it. Get me another one.

-There must be one.
-Of course there is. Damn maids.

They don't put things away.
They hide them.

Let me think, I got...

Think, think real fast,
or I'll miss my flight.

-Take the bags...
-Don't tell me what to do.

I know what to do.
Forget the aftershave. I don't need it.

-What's wrong?
-He smashed his aftershave

and he can't find the others.
He's angry.

-He didn't use it?
-No.

Damn it!
He has to use it, stupid.

-What?
-Find that aftershave.

Find it and throw it on him
if necessary.

Here, Mole.

Look at this.

Look.

I thought you'd left.

Why? What's the problem?
What do you want?

-I just wanted to say goodbye.
-The money's in your room.

You never take me seriously,
do you?

Start taking yourself seriously.
Let's go Pancho.

-Dad.
-What now, damn it?

I want to change, dad.
I really do.

-That's what surgery is for.
-I'm serious, Dad.

Stop being so pathetic, Ramiro.

The good kid role
that loves dad doesn't suit you.

I do love you Dad.

Let go off me, damn it!
What's gotten into you?

Take your time.
Remember, you're our breadwinner.

Focus. Go and come back.

You're too old for this crap.

Are we kids or what?

How much do you want, damn it?

I want all of it.

I want everything.

You're not serious, right?

Because if you are,

you need to have a lot of balls
to say that.

And if there's one thing I know,
you don't have any balls kid.

Come here.
You have ovaries, you jerk.

Let me go to the airport
or I'll miss my damn flight.

Carlos, here's the aftershave!

Now!

What happened?
What happened?

An ambulance!
Hurry, Pancho, get an ambulance!

Hurry! Ana!

Come here Mole.

Come here. Tell me.

Come, let's go.

Let's go Mole.

Come, let's go.

In these cases, there's always
a slight margin of error.

But the doctors think
the woman will make it.

What a relief.
I was worried sick.

I do admit
it was a peculiar case.

It's as if he bribes
death itself,

but you can't always
bride death.

No? Somebody should
tell the bastard.

He doesn't seem to know.

Pessimism
isn't very helpful sir.

You're the most pessimistic
person I know.

What do you suggest I do?
Study metaphysics?

"No, sir, you should take yoga.
That's what's best for you."

This is what we'll do.

Get the money he paid.

-What for sir?
-To refund him now!

I don't think you're aware
of the procedure in these cases.

No I am not aware
of the procedure, Iván.

Why don't you tell me?

I'll explain, we cannot
return the money

since that would be
so unprofessional.

And we can't let the case
go unfinished

because we'd look real bad.

Who recommended the Mole?

The blind guy with a killer dog
was all your idea.

So what do we do now?
Who's to do it?

A friend with a cat
that scratches people to death?

So who's the idiot
that will get the job done?

No, no, no, no.
Don't you dare look at me.

I'm in charge here.
Why would I do that?

Precisely because you
are in charge of the business.

If any one of us fails,
you have to make sure

to patch up things
as best you can.

You're telling me

that I need to kill a guy
that made a pact with death?

You can put it that way.
I did not make the rules, sir.

THE DON IS RESPONSIBLE
FOR ALL JOBS

"Killing well to live better."
Anonymous quote.