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Having a sense of humor.

-Really? -Of course.

A guy's sense of humor is what you most like?

Yes, of course, in fact...

See how it's something else?

No, forget it. No way!

Just hearing you laugh gets me so horny!

-That's no problem then. -How come?

Because you see, that's my specialty.

PLAYING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE

YOUNG MAN HANGS HIMSELF

Are you sure?

Yes, the broken arm is consistent

with the footage from the surveillance camera.

Is that all we have?

There's one more thing.

The important thing is the DNA report.

That's what confirmed

that this kid is the son of the hit-and-run victim

who we picked up at the crime scene.

What did he do for a living?

He was a performer at children's parties.

These are his personal belongings.

-Detective. -Yes?

Sorry to interrupt. You requested the phone call records ASAP.

-Both cellphones, right? -Right.

Great.

-Keep me updated, please. -Sure.

Nightmares, hallucinations, dizziness, fever, headaches?

It's very simple, doctor. I can't sleep, that's all.

That's a symptom. We need to treat the problem.

Then you'll sleep like a log. Understand?

Got it. Got it. I need a refill.

Last week I gave you an entire month's supply.

That wasn't last week.

Don Ávila, how do you keep going?

-Everything finishes. -Sorry?

Everything finishes, doctor, even pills.

I need some more.

Come in.

Sorry, I thought you were alone. I'll come back.

-Any news? -Nothing important, sir.

-Come in. -That's alright, sir. I can wait.

I can't. Sit down.

-Octavio, right? -Yes, sir.

Octavio.

Maybe you can help me out here.

Anything, sir.

It's been days,

a long time that I can't sleep and I just don't know why.

How can I help you?

Stop lying to me would be a good start.

Sorry?

I've never lied to you, sir. Why would you say that?

-She told you a secret. -What?

A very sensitive secret only I knew.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Laughter turns her on! -She said no such thing.

Yes, sir?

Sir.

I think it's your phone.

-Yes? -It's Iván, sir.

-What do you want? -Something just came up.

-What is it? -Can't say on the phone, sir.

I'll be right there.

-I have to go. -I understand.

My pills.

-Give me a call if you need me. -Thanks, doctor.

Take care.

-You didn't go home? -No. What time is it?

It's late.

I had to research Ávila before we interview him.

-That's my report? -Are there any others?

-No, just the one. -So?

So who said you could go through my personal stuff?

Since when is a police report personal stuff?

If your partner gets killed like a dog,

everything is personal.

Where did you get it?

In the classified file cabinet where all the beer is.

Miss smarty-pants!

This case is closed.

Focus on our ongoing investigation.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

-Move it already! -Want me to drive?

Yeah, right.

Move it!

Did you doze off?

-No, I was thinking. -Now what?

About who the hell is don Ávila.

He runs a funeral parlor.

Yes, but, I mean, his lover went missing.

His son kills himself.

His wife's in a mental asylum.

Plus two guys try to do

who knows what to him in the middle of the street?

What kind of manager is this?

A very unlucky one, I guess.

And remember, we don't know if it's his car

in the surveillance camera footage.

But we will sooner or later. Any other advice?

Yes, don't underestimate him. He could make a fool of you.

Is that what he did to you?

It's two issues, sir.

What issues?

First your car was stolen on Monday morning.

Please keep the voucher of the report I filed.

Sánchez filled it out.

It might sound funny, but Sánchez will ask you for it

when he comes over this afternoon.

Since when does Homicides handle stolen cars?

Since the car in question

was filmed by a surveillance camera,

and two street performers tried to kill the driver.

What does he have?

Doubts, for now.

-Next issue? -Right, I'd like to consult you

about our fee for a service.

-A hit? -No, a funeral service.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not.

Two brothers killed themselves yesterday at the same time.

Take the fee for one and multiply it by two.

It's not that simple. They are Siamese twins, sir.

You need to separate them.

You have to, Ana, two bodies, two caskets, two services.

-And? -And they don't make double caskets.

-We'll have one custom made. -The family can't afford it.

You know why they killed themselves, sir?

-I don't care. -Because they knew only one

would survive a separation.

-Ana. -You do it.

-It's not my job. -Mine neither.

That must be Sánchez.

Fine, order the damn double casket today.

She's approaching on your left side.

Don't move. Let her come to you.

Now turn toward her slowly.

Before she walks away.

Hello.

Do you have a date? What did you do to yourself?

You look different. What did you do?

Are you crazy?

Sorry.

Have you forgotten who she is?

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

What?

I don't have a date.

Great.

Great.

Don't go after her just yet.

Okay.

Right there!

That's my car.

You're sure?

I recognize the spare tire in the back

that I needed when the other one got punctured

leaving here one night when I hit a pothole.

-Fine. -I haven't changed it yet.

-In that case... -Can I see the rest of it?

Sure you can.

Do you have a good lawyer, don Ávila?

I think you need one.

How come?

Aren't two dead guys enough for you?

-Depends on when they died. -Monday night.

Then I don't. My car was stolen Sunday night.

Here's the report I filed Monday morning.

Am I insured against fire, Iván? Goodness!

Have a look, don Ávila.

Do you know these two men?

I've never seen them before.

They were performing at the streetlight.

That was them?

They were great.

They did their gig right there. This one was the fire eater.

Looked like a dragon and this guy had...

...a couple of torches.

They were really great.

You know what we'd really like?

Your opinion about all this.

Mine? Why?

You were a cop, and your opinion is valuable

to help us solve certain doubts we still have. Right?

Well...

What I see here are...

...two hunters lying in wait.

A prey that...

A prey that sees the trap too late.

The hunters act quickly.

They move fast to catch him off-guard.

But they made a mistake.

They chose the wrong prey.

Right. I think you're the prey.

-Me? Why me? -Sounds illogical to you?

Sure, I just sell caskets.

My customers don't complain so I have no enemies.

-Right. -Can I help you with anything else?

I have a really long day and a lot of clients.

-Well... -Not right now, don Ávila.

-Okay. -Thanks for your time.

Thank you.

Walk a little slower.

Don't look anxious.

The hunter's attitude.

She'll smell it.

And feel hunted again.

Got it.

She can't feel you're stalking her.

I see you like art, don Ávila.

Thank you, but I'm really no expert.

-But your taste is impeccable. -Thanks to the guy...

Did you get anything at the Croatian's gallery?

Never heard of it.

Why do you ask?

Because the hunters were familiar with it.

So I thought you might've bought something there,

you owed him some money and the owner lost his patience.

How are they connected?

Their cellphones.

One of them made one call, one.

So it had to be important.

So sorry, I won't take up any more of your time.

We'll see each other soon. Thanks for everything.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Do you want to be alone?

Please, forgive me.

That never should've happened.

Have you forgotten your lines?

We shouldn't...

You and I shouldn't be here.

There's nothing wrong with our minds.

We're only here to be controlled, tamed.

We were set up.

Would you like to know how I was set up?

Erika.

I was just doing my job, okay?

I don't see why you take this so personally.

-How should I take it? -Rookies.

Novices.

They took their cellphones?

Doesn't that sound stupid?

If you had bothered to search the bodies before leaving...

No, no, don't try to blame me.

Even the dumbest hitman knows

you don't take your cellphone with you to a hit.

But they obviously did.

Right and that's not my problem.

No, it's the Croatian's problem.

So let him fix it.

When you trust your partner and superior,

you don't keep stuff from him.

It was a last-minute thing. I wasn't going to use it.

But you suddenly had a hunch!

Haven't you ever trusted your instinct?

-Of course I have. -So what's the problem?

That your instinct sucks.

At least it's not in a coma.

What's that?

What does it look like?

You think it's okay to keep taking those pills?

Okay.

And necessary.

Who is this...

...Soto?

A potential client Rogelio referred to us.

Is he coming in today?

Probably.

I never stood a chance. I was always alone, you know?

Cut it out, you need to move her.

Not depress her, you fool.

Transmit hope, not pity, idiot. Can you do that or not?

Say you're desperate.

You want to kill yourself.

No, let her go. Let her go.

She needs to be alone.

She'll be back soon enough.

I just talked to the carpenter, sir.

I had a hard time convincing him I was serious.

He's making the casket.

How much is this joke costing us?

You don't want to know, sir.

That must be Soto.

I hope he'll cover at least half the price of the casket.

Half?

I told you you didn't want to know.

Please.

This way.

Sorry. Sorry.

No problem.

-May I? -Go right ahead.

-Sorry. -No problem.

-Sorry, you're... -I'm don Ávila. No problem.

-Can I get you a drink? -No, thank you.

Yes, Rogelio told us all about your case.

Right, Rogelio is a good guy.

-He is. -And a lousy barman.

Right.

I'm listening.

I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

There's something you haven't said.

My life story?

The kind of service you require.

Right. That.

The two bastards that ruined my life.

That's the service.

An architect and a businessman.

They're the developers.

So how did they ruin your life, Mr. Soto?

By deciding that 100 feet of rope

is worth more than a human life.

Sorry, but I don't get the metaphor.

It's no metaphor, don Ávila.

I work downtown.

That morning I was walking on the platform.

It looked like a nice day.

They were trying...

...to renovate a wall.

Two seconds later, I was buried under the rubble,

machinery, scaffolding and two poor devils

who fell all the way down and miraculously survived.

All because of one rope.

A rope they should've changed two lives ago.

But they didn't.

For cost-reduction purposes, I suppose.

I'm sorry.

Message?

Enjoy life.

What do you do for a living?

I am a... I was a shoe salesman.

I was very good. Ask around.

You were?

Right. I guess nobody wants to buy shoes

from someone who doesn't need them.

So you're unemployed?

They had pity on me.

I work in the storeroom.

Inventory control.

Mr. Soto, I don't know if Rogelio told you,

but two jobs at the same time are extremely expensive.

Yes, Rogelio told me so and I'm okay with that.

It's fifty percent up front.

In cash.

Right.

Maybe you could help me, Mr. Soto?

I'm very particular about my shoes.

I always use the same kind.

What's your question?

Do they still make Sword of Richmond shoes?

Yes.

It's so hard to find them.

I've always wondered why there are so few in the market.

They're 100 % hand-made, custom made.

Please, tell me they still make them.

Yes they do, but very few.

I can give you the address if you want.

-Really? -Sure.

I'd be eternally grateful.

I'd be even more grateful for a 10 % discount.

Done.

What? Iván, have you lost your mind?

Sir, if you ever had a pair you'd never say that.

Mr. Soto.

Sorry, where were we?

-Fifty percent. -Right.

Here we are.

You're not serious.

I had nothing to do with it.

The cops are coming.

It was supposed to go smoothly.

I'm scared.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sorry for what?

That Soto fired his gun.

I never saw it coming.

But I did.

I had the advantage and he still fired the gun.

-How did you know? -Three vital clues, sir.

The label on the wheelchair. It's leased.

I saw it when I leaned down to help him.

Secondly, my shoes... Take a look.

These are Sabu Zimbels.

The brand I always use.

Only an idiot wouldn't note the difference

between Sabu Simbel and Sword of Richmond shoes.

And the third?

I'm not taking any kind of medication, sir.

A Ceska Zbrojovka CZ-92.

Made in Czechoslovakia.

It's the smallest of its kind. Very hard to find.

The Croatian sent a pro.

Maybe his best hitman.

No, sir.

The best is yet to come.

This was an interesting, methodical artist.

No doubt.

His mistake was his desperate quest

for the recognition he thought he deserved,

by making this a unique, unforgettable job,

the kind that gets a standing ovation.

But vanity...

...killed the killer.

The bad thing is that a hitman got inside.

I could talk to Rogelio, if you agree.

Yes, yes, of course. Iván.

Sir?

Thanks.

I just did my job, sir.

How could they live like that?

How?

Condemned to share with another being...

...one's possible glories and the inevitable miseries.

Seeing the same face every morning,

forced to smell his shit.

Spending hours and hours discussing the smallest detail.

It had to be unbearable.

We bear our own lives.

Because we never had another.

He tried to kill me in my own office.

Guess what I did as I braced for the bullet.

I closed my eyes.

Overcome with fear.

Fear? No.

I wish it was fear.

It was relief.

Soto? Soto? Soto? For real?

-Yes. -Soto real?

The bullet in the don's wall is what's real.

Are you going to kill me?

Are you going to kill me?

I suggest you lower your voice.

We could be heard.

No, don't kill me.

Please!

I have to...

...make sure you don't make the same...

...mistake, blunder, error, wrong move,

...during your entire career.

Try not to be too noisy.

This is a miracle. You're still here, brother?

I was just leaving, boss.

Where's the new girl?

-She left already. -How is she doing?

She's got instinct.

Yeah, right. But?

I know there's a but.

She's impulsive.

Puts herself at risk, doesn't work as a team.

Okay, okay.

Just make sure nothing happens to her.

I'm not her damn nanny.

Let me make one thing clear. Alright?

The rookie's daddy is probably

the future secretary of public safety, baby.

Do you understand?

Go home and get some rest.

Iván. We need to talk.

And here you are, alive and kicking.

I see these images, Father.

I see myself killing,

I hear the shots, smell the gunpowder.

I'm losing my sense of time.

For example, I have no idea how I got to some places.

Don't think it's only you.

-What? You too? -Sure.

I pray to God every day.

What?

Are you okay, sir?

Yes, I was falling asleep. What is it?

Sorry, sir, I was concerned,

I haven't heard from you in such a long time.

It's been only two hours. What's so urgent?

Twenty-seven hours, sir.

-What? -We talked 27 hours ago.

-What day is today? -It's Friday and it's 8:30 pm.

Sir, allow me to say...

That's not so serious, my son.

You just needed to sleep.

-We need to talk. -About?

-My companion. -What about her?

She's the daughter of the future secretary of public safety.

And you forgot that little detail?

I don't know what you're planning, but I think killing her is a bad idea.

-Killing her? -Iván said...

-Iván what? -Iván asked me about her.

Her routines, schedules. Places she could be today.

Where is she?

-At a restaurant. -Sure?

-Yes. -Let's go.

Sir?

Iván, when did you decide Sánchez's partner had to die?

The Croatian decided that

after I told him what she said at your office.

-You phoned the Croatian? -I did.

Who told you to?

The house rules, sir?

If we hear of something

that could be a problem for our colleagues,

we have to warn them.

Tell him to call it off.

He'll only do that for a good reason, sir.

Her dad is the future secretary of public safety, asshole.

Who was that?

Don Ávila.

Yes, it's Iván, Croatian.

-I suppose you know by now. -Possible or certain?

Possible or certain what?

That her dad is the future secretary of public safety.

I'm not bringing the entire police force against me.

Me neither, of course.

I'm glad we see eye to eye.

I wouldn't saw eye to eye.

From what Iván said,

your mistake would be killing her.

My mistake would be to let her live.

It's only a possibility

that her dad will be secretary of public safety.

But I'm certain that she will come after me.

-What if her dad hunts you down? -I'll kill him.

-You're not thinking straight. -That's my problem.

It's my problem, too. He'll come after me, too.

Sorry, Ávila. I've already given the order.

There's no turning back.

Interrupting somebody else's job is a very serious mistake.

And you know it.

So stay out of it, Ávila.

Are you asleep?

I was.

What do you know about the don?

That he's about to make a serious mistake.

I talked to the Croatian.

He said that don Ávila is going to try to avoid,

do everything he can,

to stop him from completing his job.

He was furious.

I mean the Croatian.

I haven't been able to contact the don.

-Do I wait here? -No. Come.

What are you going to do?

I already did everything the rules allow me to.

-It was his choice. -So you're not doing anything.

I'll just think about a possible replacement.

Welcome, sir. A complimentary mescal?

Name, please?

Ávila. Is the reservation under your name?

-Sorry. -Don't worry about it.

No problem. Go right ahead.

Thanks.

Detective Elena?

Erika. Right. I'm really bad with names.

-Right. -How are you?

Very well, thanks.

They cancelled my reservation because my date didn't show.

Looks like there aren't any tables available.

Do you think I can join you?

If I'm not intruding.

-You're expecting someone. -No, no, no, please.

Thank you. A shot of mescal, please.

-How's everything? -Good.

-How's work? -Okay.

Arresting the bad guys?

Here you are, sir.

-Thanks. -Sure.

Cheers.

Cheers.

So Erika, why did you become a cop?

You tell me why you became a cop.

It's not fair, you to have a file on me,

I know nothing about you.

Life isn't fair. That's how it works.

You're right, like my dad always said,

"If you're breathing you're rich."

Okay, move it, move it, move it.

Move it already!

-And you? -What about me?

Why did you become a cop?

Okay, let's see.

Dad didn't want me to be a cop so that was a challenge,

then I liked it and I'm good at it.

Dad? So your dad was a cop, too?

Can we change the subject?

-Is it that touchy? -New subject.

Fine.

Why do you hate my guts?

Cut out the small talk and just tell me the truth.

-What truth? -The truth about that car

registered to you, involved in two murders, and stolen the same day?

I think we started off on the wrong foot.

We didn't start off at all. I was doing my job.

And I'm not stopping,

I'll even interview the doctor that brought you to this world.

-Good luck. He's dead. -What a coincidence.

-Now what? -Everybody around you ends up dead.

-Two minutes! Go! -You're alive.

Move it. Move it.

Hands up! This is a robbery! Anybody that moves dies!

Rings, cellphones, chains! All your valuables! Now!

Understood? Move it!

Move it! Cellphones. Rings. Wallets. Everything. Move it!

Move it. Move it. Move it!

-Move it. Move it. -Your bag. Don't look at me!

Move it. Everything in here. Move it.

Move it. Move it. You, stop playing dumb!

You too. Move it. Move it. Move it.

Wallets. Cellphones. Rings. Now!

Move it! Move it! You're wasting my time!

You! Stop playing dumb! Your purse! Now!

You! Purse, cellphone. The watch! The watch, lady!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Cellphone. Purse. Everything!

You, give me that!

Move it!

You lady! Your watch! Move it! Move it!

Thirty seconds to go!

You too. Everything. Move it! Move it!

Your purse!

Now!

Fucking cop!

-She's a cop! -Kill the bitch.

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