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THE GOOD AND THE BAD MASTER

María!

-I didn't know what to do. -That should never happen.

I know. But it did happen.

It did and I didn't know what to do.

It's okay. You couldn't have known.

It's not your fault.

You handled the situation.

No, María, no. I'm taking you to your room.

Right?

So what else happened?

She walked in and took her nightgown off.

I jumped out of bed, picked it up,

and tried to put it back on, asking if she needed help.

Then I took her back to her room.

Calm down, María, calm down.

Calm down, take it easy.

You drew a very fine line there.

Well done, Octavio, well done.

Good job.

Very well.

Did she immediately accept that limit you imposed?

Of course she did.

On the way back to her room,

do you think she feared, or rejected you in any way?

No, she just went along with it.

That's good, very good. That means she still trusts you.

Excellent news.

Did she say anything at all?

Don Ávila.

-What? -My husband ruined my life.

No?

First he killed...

Be silent, they'd kill you for what you just said.

Well done.

You expertly handled a situation...

that was extremely difficult, Octavio.

Congratulations.

I've only told you that.

You?

Calm down already. Calm down.

Take a deep breath.

-You? You? -Please, you must trust me.

-No! Who are you? -I'll tell you everything.

He won't have to kill you.

You're alive.

-Who are you? -I'm here to help you.

I don't know you anymore!

Get off of me!

Who are you?

I'm here to help you. You must trust me.

María, please!

You may go now.

Excuse me, doctor.

I guess you and the Croatian haven't reached an agreement.

How would you know?

Because I was summoned to a special meeting

by the supreme council tomorrow at 12:30 AM.

The supreme what?

The council you are a member of.

You never mentioned any supreme council.

I didn't think it was necessary, sir.

The dons of the entire country meet once a year

to discuss certain items such as fees, commissions,

repealing rules, etcetera, etcetera.

Mr. Moreira chaired the board until he died.

They also meet on very special occasions,

to discuss any dispute among the members.

I'm sure it was the Croatian who called the meeting.

Sounds like a trial to me.

And the ruling is firm. You either obey or die.

You either stop or die. Retire or die.

Obey or die. I know, Iván.

In a business on which the main source of income is death,

-it makes sense to me. -I'd better keep quiet.

What did the Croatian want, sir?

Sánchez's companion killed. Unbelievable!

That can happen to a nosy cop that gets in our way.

I can believe that. Why didn't you accept, sir?

Get out.

Who are you?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Why do you ask?

-You look nervous. -I'm not. I didn't sleep well.

Don Ávila is on his way.

That doesn't help me relax.

You'll be fine.

Don Ávila.

Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?

Let's get straight to the matter. How's it going?

You look a little uptight.

-I'm not your patient now. -At least have a seat.

I'm listening.

The Croatian has a job for us.

He says it's special.

He'll pay anything we want.

He always hires us for the tough jobs,

we always deliver.

He's waiting for a reply.

We appreciate your proposal...

...but...

Let's pay the Croatian a visit,

see what it's all about, and then say no.

Right, Zasha?

Pass me some tissue.

-You left your room. -I did.

I need to hear them.

Yes, certainly, you can see for yourself

that Octavio's in total control of the situation.

The question is whether you control Octavio, Mola.

Who are you?

I don't know who you are.

What?

I'm a victim like you.

THEY'RE WATCHING US

That's what I am, trust me.

Why should I trust you?

You need to trust someone. No, wait, wait, wait.

Stop. You have to trust me.

Please.

No! Don't do that! No!

-My God! -I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

He kissed your wife?

You must want him dead.

No, not him.

Her.

Nine gunshots.

Last one between the eyes.

-What stopped you? -Emiliano.

Let the dead bury their own.

You're saying I should kill her?

No, I'm saying you can't live in the past.

You need to accept your son's death to find peace.

Do you want us to look for an alternative treatment, sir?

What for? You said this one was working.

Yes, but I don't want anyone getting hurt.

I'll stick to this.

The issue about the female cop whose life you saved,

how did you fix that?

It's not fixed.

Why not?

I refuse to provide the restitution he demands.

-How so? -I'm not killing her.

I'm worried about you, my son.

Why's that?

Your bouts of mental confusion are blurring your good judgment.

You're mistaken.

Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll take you to see the boss.

You would kill the woman you loved for years,

the mother of your son,

but risked your life to save a cop

who'd lock you up in a heartbeat if she knew who you are.

No, I don't understand.

-What? -The inexpressiveness in her face.

Don't you see what I mean?

Her face is totally blank.

As if she died without feeling any kind of emotion.

Shouldn't the mouth show some kind of surprise?

Should it?

But of course. She was shot in the chest.

She knew she was going to die.

You have to understand that at fifty,

death is still unexpected, don't you think?

-What's so funny? -She was seventy, not fifty.

So that explains the total inexpressiveness.

No wonder her husband killed her.

He must've spent a fortune in plastic surgery.

What can you tell me about the don?

Nothing.

He made a mistake and instead of correcting it,

he decided to commit suicide.

Alinca?

-Bosnian? -Is there any other?

Let's have some, then.

-Won't you toast with us? -I don't drink.

My apologies.

I never drink before negotiating a job.

So tell us, what is this special job?

I want you to kill...

...one of the dons.

The limitations and the extent of my duties

are very clearly defined.

Supporting, listening, making suggestions,

warning, guiding.

But avoiding a suicide isn't one of my duties.

And killing his son is?

A don has an advantage nobody else has.

There's no surprise factor.

We know the rules.

You have to warn him there's a price on his head.

That means he's expecting us, right?

I didn't ask you over

to explain to me how tough it is to do a job.

I asked you over to tell me whether you can do it or not.

-What about you? -What about me?

-Can you afford it? -How much?

How many guys have tried?

What do you mean?

The Chivalsicks are always the last resort.

We're never the first option.

How many?

Three.

A father-and-son team and a loner.

-Names? -Ferrer and his son.

And the loner?

Soto.

What do you want?

No, that's not true.

No, Iván.

You need a girlfriend or something.

It's dangerous.

How much?

-Five. -Five?

Five percent of your business.

Why would I accept such madness?

If we happen to fail, you would have to do it.

And I think you don't want to do that.

-Blas. -Yes, sir?

Prepare the agreement.

I need to review the details with these gentlemen.

Have you eaten?

I'm not hungry. What are you doing here, Iván?

I couldn't take the risk of you falling asleep, sir.

Missing a meeting of the dons

is like putting a bullet in your head.

Just tell me what to do so you can leave.

-Kill me? -Where's my gun?

Or let me help you.

I have just two options?

Get some sleep, sir.

Tomorrow you'll need to be wide awake.

Do you have gas, sir?

You're expected in there, sir.

Aren't you coming?

No, it's for the dons only.

We're in the next room.

Who's we?

We the...

We the Ivans.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Good morning.

Alvarado.

Díaz.

Juárez.

Polonio.

Perches.

Santa María.

Have a seat, Ávila.

Listen.

Do you enjoy it, or is it a fate thing?

-What? -Getting in trouble.

Isn't that precisely why we're here?

To avoid trouble?

The issue at hand is the dispute

between don Ivanesevich and don Ávila.

As chairman of this council,

I remind you that our ruling is both definite and firm.

Refusing to comply with our ruling means death.

Do you agree?

Agreed.

-Agreed. -Very well, Mr. Ivanesevich,

you may present your case.

What are you going to do afterwards?

The Serrano ham.

Some salami.

No, after your don dies.

Death is not on don Ávila's agenda.

Of course not, Iván.

Your don's death is in someone else's agenda.

You know, the last five guys that tried to kill don Ávila

left a blank page in each of their agendas.

-Have some of this. -Sure.

After a few telephone conversations,

and even after don Ávila

killed two of my hit-men,

he made it clear to all of us...

After several conversations,

as provided by the bylaws,

the reparatory compensation.

We certainly respect don Ávila's point of view...

Your turn, don Ávila.

May we have your side of the story?

It's the same story we just heard.

Why would you make such a serious mistake?

-To protect our business. -From what?

From the wrath of the Minister of Public Safety when he...

-Potential Minister. -Mr. Ivanesevich!

You had your say.

The bullet hit me here.

And another one here and I'm only alive

because the funeral home has great medical insurance.

-You have medical insurance? -We all do, right?

You pay for it, right?

Do I pay for it? No way. It's a very expensive procedure.

Periodical checkups, medication, no way,

my boss wouldn't let me go bankrupt.

Did I say something wrong?

He's the first don to cover his deputy's medical insurance.

What? Don't they all?

It's not a rule.

Don Ávila thinks some things

are a little more important than sticking to the rules.

You're very lucky to have a boss like Ávila.

I know that.

Believe me.

I believe you.

The difference between my dear colleague and me

is that I think this business is too important

to allow someone's ego put everyone's lives at risk.

I didn't start my business.

I inherited it from a man who taught me that nobody...

is above the rules.

And something else don Moreira taught me,

is that it is our duty as dons...

to ensure the survival of our kind, of our business.

And that if the time came when I had to choose

between the rules and our business...

...to go with our business.

If I had done that hit,

the consequences for all of us would've been very serious.

I had some time to reflect on don Ávila's qualities

during my vacations last year.

What? You get vacations too?

Paid vacations, one month per year.

Don Ávila, do you believe in...?

Do you believe in...?

Do you believe in justice?

I think whoever has to die will die,

and whoever has to live will live.

Yours is a very simple philosophy.

We have a verdict.

However it wasn't easy to reach a decision in this case.

The seriousness of don Ávila's mistake

-is the issue here. -So?

The death of a Minister's child has terrible consequences.

Potential Minister!

Analyzing the facts objectively,

it's important to mention

that at the time of the attempted murder

of detective Erika Duarte,

there was no political link to that hit,

just a possibility,

one that gives don Ávila the upper hand in this dispute.

Although that possibility vanished half an hour ago,

when an official announcement was made,

regarding the new Minister who is not a man.

The Minister of Public Safety is a woman.

This council's decision is that you have 24 hours

from this very moment

to provide the reparation demanded by your colleague.

Ávila.

What was that again?

Whoever has to live lives, whoever has to die dies?

Twenty-three hours, 55 minutes.

Sir, I'd like to say something, if I may.

I think the sooner you take care of the police officer issue,

the sooner you'll be able to get back to work, sir.

I have no intention to rush things, Iván.

Why don't you take over for a while?

Because if I did your paycheck

would be an unnecessary and onerous expense.

So cancel all my appointments for the next two days.

Can you do that?

Why don't you just kill the woman?

Because I just saved her life.

You saved her life to protect the business

from a potential risk, but that risk no longer exists.

So I don't see any reason for her to live.

Unless of course,

I'm not aware of something in particular.

Is there anything you'd like to share, sir?

She's young.

-And she's a cop. -So were you sir.

But you switched courses in time.

Maybe she could switch, too.

I mean, maybe Sánchez could control her.

Your colleagues are uncontrollable, sir.

They want her dead in 23 hours or else she'll die in 48 hours,

and then you, ten minutes later.

I appreciate your concern, but it's my problem.

I'm not concerned, sir. You can die any time you want.

What really concerns me is our business.

We've lost so much money,

that I'd hate to look for a replacement just now.

I'll miss you too, Iván.

It's nothing personal, sir.

Blas!

-What do you need, sir? -Just a moment.

I personally made sure it's authentic, sir.

I know that.

Don't you trust my judgment?

How much did this cost us?

A hundred and twenty thousand.

But that's less than half of what we'll get for it.

No.

We're not selling it?

I don't trust your judgment.

What's this, Blas? What is this? What is this, Blas?

-I don't know, sir. -What is this?

I didn't see that, sir.

Never mention your judgment to me again!

Blas, I'm surprised you called.

We still have time, don't we?

That's not why I called. I have a question.

I'm listening.

Would your don Ávila hire me?

Have you been crying?

Regarding your question,

I think there's a possibility,

we'd have to sort out the details.

-Such as? -Such as...

Trustworthiness, for example. You work for the competition.

-That complicates things. -So?

You could prove to him that you're trustworthy.

Could you?

He hired the Chivalsicks.

He hired them to kill your don.

Would that help?

It's a good start.

Yes, yes, go right ahead.

Sir, we need to talk.

-Later. -It has to be now, sir,

you need to act fast.

I just got a call that might just turn things around.

Delicious.

Bye, baby.

-What now? -Erika Duarte

has to go away for a while.

She has to go away or she'll be dead tomorrow.

How come?

Will they take much longer, ma'am?

That's...

I'm so glad to see you, Chivalsicks.

-It's very important. -Later, Blas, it's dinner time.

-But... -It's dinner time.

She won't listen to me. She won't just go away.

Is there another option?

I'm so sorry I have to interrupt...

-Amen. -Amen.

I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but I need to give you the don's message.

You need to wait 16 hours as of this moment.

-Why? -Because Ávila has 16 hours

to get rid of a cop.

Why does Ávila want her dead?

My don wants her dead.

Ávila made the mistake of saving her life.

So now he has to kill her to make up for his mistake.

One more thing.

My don doesn't want an impersonal death.

In other words,

Ávila has to know he's going to die.

We'll take care of it.

Don't you like it?

Delicious.

Delicious.

Are you okay?

Help!

Help me!

-What happened? -We got robbed.

It's okay, I'm a cop.

In cold blood.

Worthy of a don.

Put that away.

Drop it.

Drop it!

THE COUNCIL ORDERS AND THE DON OBEYS

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.