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Help! Help!

Nobody can hear you.

Nobody's coming to rescue you.

But...

...your screaming is so irritating.

One more scream,

and I'll rip your tongue out, is that clear?

Is that clear?

We're going to have a little chat.

Please don't hurt me, mister.

Please!

-Who are you? -I am a vampire.

A vampire that feeds on blood and answers.

Sometimes the answers are good enough.

But I tell you right now,

the mute guys, and the stupid guys,

I can't stand them.

Please, did Ismael send you?

You think I'll tell you that?

I'll tell you anything you want. Please.

Mister!

Are you there, mister?

-Mister. -I'm here, I'm here.

I need to know how and why

there's a dismembered girl rotting in the morgue.

How do I know you won't kill me if I talk?

Well, you don't know that.

But look at it this way.

If you don't talk,

you can be sure that I will kill you.

I did it, but it was because...

Because she toyed with me, mister, I swear.

I'm not lying, I swear.

She toyed with me. She used me.

I need some more details.

Son of a bitch!

-María. María. -Let go of me!

-Come here. Listen. Listen. -Let go of me.

Calm down, honey. I can explain all of this.

The detective's interested in our problems.

We'll talk later.

No, I shouldn't have come here so late.

-We're all upset here. -Let me go.

Will that be all?

I was out of place.

I apologize.

Get out.

Count to twenty before taking it off.

Don't try anything.

No! Go away!

Please let me in so we can talk.

I don't want to hear it.

Listen, María...

It's even worse than I thought.

Just the thought of where that bracelet was

before I touched it is enough to make me puke!

You really think I'm involved in her disappearance?

Stop lying to me!

Please let's talk. There's still time.

Time for what, you son of a bitch?

Why don't you take it? It's one of your whores!

I have to take this.

Don't make me kick the door down.

-Yes? -I let your son go, sir.

Luckily there was no need for too much pressure.

What's the situation?

If we move fast,

we could get rid of the inconvenience.

What do you mean?

Your wife's car, sir, has to disappear tonight.

I'll take care of it.

NO TRESPASSING

Have a seat, son.

-What happened to you? -Nothing.

A cop was here today.

What did he say?

His name is Sánchez. He said he talked with you.

So what?

He's about to trap the killer. He was very careless.

Damn it!

I'm the only one on your side.

I'll help you, but I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

Go away!

It's Emiliano, mom. Please, we need to talk.

-Later. -It's urgent, please.

Please.

No! No way! So now you're using him, you idiot?

No, María. I want to save him.

-From what? -From what he just told me.

-What? -We need to get rid of your car.

-My car? But why? -I killed somebody!

It was an accident. I didn't mean to.

But it's all over now.

Tell the cops it was an accident.

I stabbed her to death. They'd never believe me.

You stabbed her?

I had to, she toyed with me. She used me!

He used your car to dump the body.

I never thought I'd get caught.

What kind of a beast are you? Where did he come from?

I know it's a little hard to understand this, María.

But we need to move fast.

The cops will be here any minute now.

They'll want to search our cars.

They'll look at the tires,

inside the car and if they find anything...

Hey, give me that. Go see if anybody's coming.

What are you doing?

If your car was stolen, they had to force the door open.

This is the only option?

I was a cop. I know what they look for.

Don't worry, María. Your car is insured.

I'll get you a new one when this is over.

I know we have to talk.

But this isn't the time.

If you want...

Go get your bike, put it in the car.

Forget all of this.

It never happened. Don't talk about it with anyone.

That cop, the Sánchez guy, he'll keep insisting.

He'll keep pressuring you.

He's a jerk. He has nothing.

Not the bike, not the car, nothing.

Don't let him get to you. Understood?

Got any weed?

What?

A joint.

We didn't expect any problems.

A joint made me careless.

We made a deal.

I'd yank the rope three times to go up and twice to go down.

He must think I betrayed him.

-He's dead. -He is alive.

What do you mean?

He sent me a message.

A message?

I got it today at school.

What did it say?

That I won't get away so easily.

Listen, Emiliano.

Things aren't that easy...

What part of he sent me a message didn't you get?

He can't touch you, can't you see?

He's dead. It's over.

He isn't alone.

What?

Some guy kidnapped me.

-And tortured me. -What guy?

I don't know. He blindfolded me.

What did he want?

He asked a lot of questions I had to answer.

-What did you tell him? -I had to tell him everything.

If people are scared enough,

they don't even see what's in front of them.

-Can't you see? -What?

If the guy works with Ismael, why would he ask you anything?

-Because he wasn't there. -Why not?

-Because he's dead. -Exactly.

What else could he be?

-A cop maybe? -A cop would've arrested you.

Who is he, if he's not with Ismael or the cop?

I think your buddy Ismael is in a lot of trouble.

They're hunting him down.

They saw you together so they interrogated you.

But they realized you knew nothing, end of story.

You have to trust me. You're safe.

You're so early, boss. What time did you get here?

I never left, dummy.

I've been trying to use this stupid machine.

Tell me what you need. I can help.

Information about don Ávila.

Former employers.

Bank accounts. Debts. Bad habits.

Yes.

And everything you find about Ismael Rueda,

-and that woman. -Maggie.

Then run some cross-checks.

Maybe we'll find something to grab him by the balls.

Don't worry, boss. I'll find it if it's out there.

Just do it, okay?

I'm getting a couple of hours sleep.

Call me if you find anything important.

I will.

I reported the car and the bike stolen.

Great.

I wonder what that cop will say

when I tell him about the bracelet you gave me.

It's the same one, right?

It happened precisely when she went missing.

You are not doing that.

María!

Come here, María! Damn it, María!

Come here. Come here!

Come here, María.

Aren't we in enough trouble already?

It's not about us. It's about her.

I can't get her out of my head!

Listen to me, alright, we had an adventure,

but when I dumped her she threatened she'd tell you.

You expect me to believe she gave it back to you?

No, María, no! I went back for it.

One day I packed my stuff and I left.

While you two were at it in your love nest,

I had to clean up your crap,

while your son turned into a beast.

What do you want me to do? I apologized.

All you do is watch TV all day long.

I didn't mean to hurt you. I made a mistake.

You're such a bastard!

Yes I know I'm a bastard, but I never wanted to hurt you.

And I don't want to lose you or my son.

I don't believe you.

What do you want me to do? Answer me!

I want you to pay for ruining my life,

for lying to me, for neglecting your wife and son.

Stop being so selfish and think about your son.

He has nothing to do with it.

No? If I go to jail, he'll end up in the morgue.

I don't get it. What do you mean?

Go talk to Sánchez.

Tell him about the bracelet. Then you'll get it.

You think it's a genetic thing?

Like a disease or something?

What I do for a living.

You're obsessed about it.

Why are you so worried?

Because of what my son did.

I think there is a killer in all of us.

It's asleep.

Waiting for a reason to wake up.

Then my kid's killer is a light sleeper.

Or the reason was very loud.

What was yours like?

That was years ago.

It had my father's voice.

That's all I dug up about Robledo.

The son of a bitch that shot me.

I know who Robledo is, Dad.

What do you want me to do with this?

That's evidence.

It isn't enough according to those bastards.

And Robledo is a free man.

-Well maybe... -Maybe nothing. It's not fair.

He destroyed my life.

He turned me into what I am.

If only I could make him pay for what he did to me.

You want me to kill him?

Hatred is a disease, son.

Hatred is a disease.

So I took care of Robledo.

You know why I killed the son of a bitch?

Because he showed me in the worst possible way

that my dad wasn't immortal.

I'm starting to get the gist of your poetry.

Do you ever take anything seriously?

What's worth taking seriously?

Ending up in jail because of my dumb kid?

Oh, oh, you're losing your sense of humor.

Say what you have to say.

So you killed Robledo, yada yada yada.

What else?

My dad had already paid to get rid of Robledo,

so I went to the funeral parlor to get the money back.

And that's how I met Moreira.

What else?

I had no idea who I was messing with.

I think he spared my life because he was in a good mood.

Plus he offered you a job.

Plus he offered me a job.

Tell me, haven't you thought about hiring your son?

Organizing your own little family business?

Have you thought about becoming a carpenter,

or a whore like you know who?

What are you doing man?

I'm confirming something.

I got this in the subway.

It's supposed to be exactly 10 minutes, but guess what.

For Pete's sake, have you got anything,

-apart from your little hourglass? -Yes I do.

I have both Maggie's and Ávila's cell-phone records.

I crosschecked and something interesting came up.

What? The sex?

Being in daily contact is part of the game.

-What's so interesting? -At the end of the list,

the last call Maggie made before going missing,

that's what's interesting.

Look at that.

Not bad. Anything else?

Yes, the car tracks we found near the remains,

coincide 100% in all three spots.

Look at that. Good job.

I need that damn search warrant for the bicycle,

both cars and anything on wheels at don Ávila's place.

Tell the lab guys the bike is top priority.

-I don't think they can. -Why?

They reported a car stolen early this morning.

Tell me it's just the car.

They also stole the kid's bike.

-Everything okay? -No.

Ramírez called to say we can go ahead with the job.

Who's Ramírez?

A client with an open contract. We have to get rid of this guy.

Who are we sending?

You.

It was Ibarra's job, but he's not with us anymore.

What's so good about being the don?

I'm working twice as much.

Maybe because you took over at a bad time, sir.

This is a hard worker, he's not rich.

No vices or debts, good husband. Why does Ramírez want him dead?

I don't know, maybe he gave Moreira the details.

It says we can't shoot him in the heart.

Can we find out why?

Yes we can.

Moreira recorded everything towards the end.

He kept forgetting stuff. I think it was the disease.

We need to hear those tapes.

That'll take time and we only have 24 hours.

I'm not doing it without all the details.

Why not?

Because the cops are driving me nuts.

Because 24 hours isn't enough to do a job.

And because I'm the one that's sticking my neck out.

I'll do it.

Yes?

-I'm on my way. -Is something wrong?

How is he?

He's okay.

I found him in time.

He was lying in his bed staring at the roof.

He slit his wrists.

He was waiting to die.

We'll get out of this, honey. Don't worry.

You said you were the only person that could keep your son alive.

I can't save him from his own craziness, I can't.

We have to do something.

Getting rid of all the knives at home or what?

You think it's funny?

I want him to get some therapy.

Somebody to cure his depression like Montes.

Right. I'll talk to Montes today.

Nothing yet. There are too many tapes.

How's your son?

He slit his wrists. He's in hospital.

Why would he do that?

Do me a favor, Iván.

Ask Montes to go to the hospital.

I'll do that.

Risht away sir.

-And Iván. -Yes sir?

No more pressure.

Okay.

Are you okay?

How could you do this to me?

Are you nuts? What were you thinking?

If I hadn't gotten there in time, you'd be...

-In peace? -Dead. You'd be dead!

It's the same thing.

What did I do to you?

Nothing.

It was him, wasn't it?

It was your dad. Don't deny it, don't.

It was he who dragged you into this.

Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong.

It was me.

He had nothing to do with it.

What do you mean?

I can't even do this right.

Why do you say that?

He told you this morning.

You were listening.

The only one of us that doesn't listen

is you.

How can you say that?

Because if it weren't for my dad,

I would be dead.

My God!

My God!

I'm sorry I took so long. I came as soon as I could.

María.

Sánchez.

Hello.

What do you need now?

What are you playing?

Morgue music.

I should've guessed. I've never heard it.

It's a little boring. How can I help you?

Can I hear that?

No.

It was written for a client.

He wouldn't like you to hear it first.

I see. Anyway, I prefer salsa.

We still have to talk about a relationship of yours

with someone who was just a workmate, remember?

My wife certainly does.

Sorry, I was indiscreet.

-Let's pretend I believe you. -Okay.

In any case, we already split up.

I'm sorry, your wife seems to be a nice lady.

I don't mean my wife. I mean Maggie.

Maggie. Well that makes sense.

You can't have a relationship with Maggie without Maggie.

And with her too. That's why I dumped her.

I see.

When was that, don Ávila?

A month ago. Maybe two. I don't remember.

You're not sure?

We split up, end of story. What's the problem?

According to your phone records,

you and Maggie kept in contact until the day she disappeared.

At least by phone.

She was obsessed. She called me day and night.

What could I do?

Are you on some kind of medication?

Any antidepressants, or psychoactive drugs?

Guilty. I'm on antacids.

According to the records,

you made those calls, not her, don Ávila.

How is he, Doctor? Can I see him?

No, he won't say anything. He's on the defensive.

What now?

We'll keep on working. Don't worry.

Did they say when he can go home?

Tomorrow.

Maybe even tonight if all goes well.

Good, we need to let him rest. He needs to be alone.

I'll go by your house tomorrow. Is that okay?

-Thanks, Doctor. -If you'll excuse me.

The last time she phoned me, she left a message.

I could hardly hear it so I called her, I was worried.

What did the message say?

That she couldn't live without me, et cetera.

-Can I hear it? -Oh please, you're not married.

I deleted it. I couldn't risk my wife hearing it, could I?

Of course not.

I'm sorry to hear your wife's car was stolen.

It's not a problem. It's insured.

-And your kid's bicycle? -Even the dog.

You worked in Insurance.

You know how important it is to be covered.

Life insurance.

You seem to have a tendency to be surrounded by death.

That's all.

For now.

I'm a monster.

How come?

Because I pressured him.

I pushed him to the edge.

Who's that?

My son.

I delivered my own son to a butcher to make him talk.

And did he?

Yes he did.

But he changed somehow.

He tried to kill himself.

None of that is your fault.

You just showed him a mirror.

And what he saw scared him.

My father told me a story years ago.

It's about the battle between two wolves

that live in each and every one of us.

One of them...

...is hatred.

Bitterness.

And lust.

And guilt.

The other one is compassion.

And love.

The truth.

Forgiveness.

And which one wins?

The one you feed.

My whole world is falling apart.

I think it's about time you fed the other wolf.

I went to the hospital.

How is he doing?

He's improving.

He's resting in his room.

Montes said he'd be better off alone.

What else did he say?

Nothing.

Just that he'll come to see him tomorrow,

that today he wouldn't speak with him.

I can see that.

Dinner is almost ready.

Alright.

Do you really think it's possible?

What?

A better life.

Getting out of this living hell.

I have to believe, honey.

Get this one's brake pads, and the gas pump.

I'm ready to do it. Did you find out why?

Not yet. There's only one tape left.

Let me know when you have something.

-Good morning. -How can I help you?

I don't know. It's making some weird noises.

Weird noises? Let's take a look.

How much is it?

Let me see what's wrong first.

You got a phone I could use to call my wife?

A phone? Sure. This way, it's inside.

I need the scanner and the computer anyway.

You think it's going to rain?

No, I don't think so.

Here, it's a payphone.

It's done.

Good, I heard Moreira's conversation with Dr. Ramírez.

Doctor?

A shrink, this jerk is a psycho.

He met with Moreira six months ago.

Why do I need an open date?

I need a heart transplant. Mine is a rusty old clock.

But not enough to be at the top of the list.

I suppose you need our services for the donor.

No, you're wrong.

I need to be sure I get his heart.

His profile is exactly what I need.

He's six feet tall, a non-smoker and a health nut.

How did you find him?

He's one of my patients.

Three failed suicide attempts.

His self-esteem is nonexistent.

It was tough, but I cured his depression.

For four long years I listened to his bitching.

The world conspiring against him.

Totally forgettable.

His kids didn't put him in their drawings.

Depressive, mediocre.

Bad breath.

Dandruff in the eyelashes. Shortsighted.

With a natural talent as a loser.

Let me guess.

The good doctor's now first on the list.

Exactly, call the ambulance. There's no time to waste.

I need an ambulance for 282 Tajín street, Colonia...

Never mind.

How are we feeling today?

Like a fool.

Why is that?

Because I can't even kill myself right.

Maybe you're not as suicidal as you think.

God damn clown!

I thought it would be good to get rid of all this.

-Is everything okay? -He never saw it coming.

Then we just have to wait for Ramírez to call,

and collect the rest of the money.

What about Ismael?

They've called off the manhunt.

They only left a couple of cops at the school,

his house, and a couple of other spots.

What's their hypothesis?

The one to sixty-eight.

Most of them bet that his body

will show up in our water treatment plants.

Just like the 78 bodies

they find each year in the same place.

What do you think?

Well, it's been a few days now.

His parents are both dead.

And I have never met an eighteen-year-old kid

patient enough to disappear

and suddenly come back to take his revenge.

What I mean is, if he isn't dead,

he's badly wounded and I don't believe in ghosts.

Me neither.

Then let's toast to the upcoming,

and new winds of change.

And to ghosts.

Sure, I'll go and fix dinner.

Let me just tell you that as a therapist,

you're a great actor.

That's possible, but nothing compared to you.

Don't you forget who you're with.

Do you have a problem with me?

Or with my job?

With your job.

I don't like shrinks.

Besides,

today I killed a good man.

A good man.

Just so a bastard like you could get a heart.

Maybe that's why I'm a little sensitive.

Perhaps.

I'll go straight to the point.

What can we do to help my son

stop making an ass of himself?

By getting rid of his fear.

If you do, his depression will go away.

How?

By being a good dad.

Tuck your son in at night.

Make him see ghosts do not exist.

Leave a light on.

Leave the door to his room open.

Do what you haven't done in seventeen years.

Come with me.

You come to my house and talk to me like I'm your patient?

You think I'm stupid?

-No, I meant no offense. -So what do you want?

-To save your son. -From whom?

From himself.

He didn't fake his suicide attempt.

He really wants to die.

-I don't understand. -He resigned himself to dying.

Not knowing how or when is what terrifies him.

So how do I make my son stop believing in ghosts?

He's broken.

Make the phone calls, the threats,

the messages on the walls all go away.

I already did.

-When? -A few hours ago.

I told Iván to stay away from him.

I don't think Iván understood.

Emiliano got another message on his cell-phone today.

-Go ahead, sir. -Iván.

How is your son?

I told you to stay away from my son.

What are you talking about sir?

The messages, the threats. Do you need a handbook?

I think we toasted too early, sir.

I'll see you first thing tomorrow.

Is something wrong, sir?

Go home, Montes.

I just found out that ghosts do exist.

A GOOD OPERATIVE INVESTIGATES BEFORE ACTING

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous quote.