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In cold blood!

Worthy of a don.

Drop the gun.

Drop it.

Drop it!

Drop it, Chivalsik.

Sasha!

Sasha!

Sasha!

Sasha!

Okay, Sasha.

Drop the machete.

A SHOT IN THE MOUTH

Can you make it?

Pushing the speed limit a little.

Not necessary. Route 6 is clear now.

It's the rush hour going back.

Right.

It's after... Right.

We Chivalsik would rather die than be traitors.

I told you so, sir.

Give me the watch.

All yours.

Brothers,

-we need to make a deal. -No deal.

Sure there is. I'll pay you a pile of money.

-No. No way. -Women?

We are not traitors. Right, Sasha?

I could torture you.

Go ahead.

You're wasting your time, Ávila. We're the Chivalsiks.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry to hear that. But that's okay.

You have...

...one hour...

to reconsider.

Take your time.

Gentlemen,

I need to see the body.

There is no body.

Where is Ávila?

We need to talk about that.

The Chivalsiks are not traitors. The Chivalsiks are not traitors.

The Chivalsiks are not traitors. The Chivalsiks are not traitors.

Did you remember something?

-Chivalsiks are not traitors. -Time's up.

We didn't, but Ávila did.

So?

He convinced you!

We Chivalsiks are not traitors.

-You talked. -Fine.

You negotiated and that was it.

-It was easy! -Sir?

-Are you there? -Yes.

-Of course not, Mr. Ivanis. -Ivanesevich!

Mr. Ivanesevich, it wasn't easy.

They put us in a very difficult situation.

-Let me talk to her. -Right away.

It's your son.

-Mirko? -Mom?

Mom! Mom! Mom!

-Sasha! -Mom!

-Sasha. Sasha. -Mom!

Sasha. Mom says to shut up.

I won't hurt your mom.

If you're a good boy.

My question is,

what do you think the Croatian will do about this?

-He'll kill her. -So what will you do?

I guess you'll kill me now.

Of course not. It's against the rules.

Where is Ávila?

Over here.

What do you want?

Let's talk.

I guess your plan is to kill me, Ávila.

It's up to you.

I just have a proposition for you.

I'm listening.

Yes.

Everything's under control.

He'll want to kill me because I'm part of the deal.

-What deal? -Your boss' proposal.

Don't worry.

You're not part of it.

What? What do you mean I'm not part of the deal?

If you were, your boss would know you're betraying him.

You think he doesn't?

Then you're nuts! He'll kill me when we're alone.

Your 4 hits against me failed, give up already.

Three hits.

And since the contractor is dead you decided,

of your own free will, out of good faith, whatever,

not to carry them out.

-Did I hear right? -Yes, you did and one more thing.

Stay away from Erika Duarte.

If he knows you double-crossed him,

your death will be very slow, unless...

Unless what?

Unless of course you beat him to it.

What do you mean?

Are you suggesting I kill him?

I clearly see the advantages you would obtain, Ávila.

They'd be mine of course.

Yours?

Listen you bald Serbian bitch. What do you think this is?

You have no advantages. All you have is your life.

So it's up to you.

It would be suicide for you.

Killing me would be considered an act of treason that only...

Only my death could fix.

Under the circumstances the rules favor me.

-Circumstances? -Four hits gone bad.

A don that has to do it and another that kills him.

Dragón, Soto, the Chivalsiks.

Three hits.

The Chivalsiks are two hits and you know it.

They'll force us to arrange for two hits and if you fail...

The Chivalsiks are a team. One hit!

Two brothers. Two hits. You decide.

If they want two hits, so be it.

I have no choice.

This is about her, right?

You decide.

All I'm saying as a friend is to protect yourself.

Because, you see,

if the Croatian is as nuts as you say he is,

you never know when or how he'll come after you.

I think the smartest thing to do is be ahead of him.

What do you think?

-I've never killed anybody. -That's an advantage.

Why do you say that?

Because he'll never expect that from you.

I have to go.

As I was saying, I had an uncle,

and when Stravinsky was in Mexico City,

he was the elevator guy.

Call the Council.

That woman is a serious threat,

not just for me, but for you, Ávila.

Erika.

It's Sánchez.

You're okay.

Erika.

You were assaulted, but you're fine.

You're almost home. The doctors will examine you.

Okay? Don't move.

Boss please, I'm fine.

Erika.

You know the drill in these cases.

Slowly.

We're going to the hospital if we have to.

Okay.

I'll take care of her.

Nice and slow.

-Here. Thanks for everything. -Hold my arm.

What's going on?

-Say something, Octavio! -What do you mean?

-You're avoiding me. -No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Maybe the other day

I misinterpreted things?

María, María, María, you don't need to apologize.

I'm the one that should apologize. Really.

-What is she talking about? -I'm so embarrassed.

I needed to be alone, María. It had nothing to do with you.

I'LL SEE YOU TONIGHT

What are you doing, Octavio?

Do you want to be alone?

Don't be a fool! Don't let her leave now.

You have a lot of explaining to do, Octavio.

-I know what I'm doing, doctor. -I'm in charge here.

-I know. -Come up here right now.

-She'll see me go in there. -I said come here right now.

What are you doing, sir?

What do you think, Blas?

Please, don't kill me.

I won't kill you now.

Maybe in an hour.

Maybe tomorrow, or maybe next week, Blas.

But not right now.

Get back to work, Blas.

Yes, sir, he's here. Do you want to talk with him?

I understand.

Yes, sir. Certainly.

Why didn't you say I'm sorry?

Because I don't work for you anymore.

-What did he say? -Take it easy. It's okay.

There's nothing to worry about.

He said not to touch your face.

He says to remember what your place is here.

He also said to remind you that...

That nobody messes with his wife.

And to do as you are told.

Next time I won't be this generous.

They assaulted you, but you're okay.

Help!

You're almost home.

Hey! Are you okay?

-Help! We were robbed! -Are you alright?

-You're almost home. -Don't worry, I'm a cop.

You were assaulted near your house.

Iván!

Sir?

You think the Chivalsiks could do the Magallanes hit?

Subtlety is not your force, sir.

Plus to get inside a high-security prison,

you'd need an entire armory.

If you won't think, or contribute anything,

just take the day off and go home.

Everything there is about the prison.

What, are you defying me?

If you find a way to solve the problem,

I'll get high with you, sir.

Blas!

Where are you?

Come on.

Don't do this to me.

Blas, come here.

It won't be painful.

Come here!

Where are you?

Are you okay?

-If you wanted to kill him... -No, I didn't.

-Then you overdid it. -I didn't ask for your opinion.

-I'll watch him tonight. -I need him tomorrow.

-I'll do what I can. -Tomorrow, on his feet.

The truck was already there when I left the house.

The whole thing was perfectly planned.

Where are you?

It was a professional job.

Why didn't they just shoot me if they wanted to kill me?

Would you recognize him?

-No. -Did you hear anything?

Why put me in a bulletproof vest if they wanted to kill me?

-Maybe it's just a message. -What message?

I haven't been a cop that long. I have no enemies.

A powerful man like your dad has many.

No, this was directly to me, twice already.

I need to find out what the message is.

What you need to do is rest. Is that clear?

Okay!

See you tomorrow at work.

Are you sure you'll be okay?

You know where to find me.

Get an alarm system.

-Where were you? -In the bathroom.

Don't you feel well?

That's the fourth time today.

Please.

Blas, I don't blame you for what you did.

I'd probably do the same thing if I were you.

But although I understand why you did it,

I think the possibility of us working together

is very complicated.

Therefore,

I see just three options.

First,

your death.

Second, you continuing to be my slave.

And as my slave you suffering every minute of your...

...wretched life.

And third,

I let you leave.

Right now you'd take your stuff,

and leave as a free man.

Never to set eyes on me again.

Would you like that?

Never seeing me again?

Then option number three it is.

Option number three.

You are free to go,

in exchange of a little compensation.

Compensation?

A little compensation.

You want your freedom, Blas?

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

You thought it would be that easy?

I'm not like you, Blas.

You need to think.

Blas!

I am not like you!

I thought you had forgotten me.

These last few days were a little complicated.

Lots of problems?

Just one, but hard to solve without any fallout.

What are you doing here?

You being here means you solved it, right?

That's right.

And without having to regret any casualties.

-Who is it? -Natal.

Honey.

Can I hug you?

Natal!

Come in, Natal.

I have the report of that kid's suicide.

-What kid? -Emiliano Ávila.

-You just don't get it. -So explain it to me.

Where are you?

Who can force you to kill somebody?

Blas.

-The rules. -I know you need my help.

That means you ignored them, right?

-No. -I'm going to heal you, Blas.

It means I found a way...

...to make them work for me.

I know you need my help.

I'm going to patch you up, Blas.

Where are...?

See what happens to backstabbers?

-I need to see a doctor. -What's that?

I need a doctor, sir.

Don't you trust me? I'm offering to help you.

I want to treat you and you don't trust me?

Shut up!

I'll take care of you.

-Better a doctor, sir. -Shut up Blas.

-Please, please. -I can't concentrate like this.

Please, sir.

Be quiet. Be quiet.

-Remove your hand. -No, no, please!

Remove your hand.

It hurts, right?

Hurts, doesn't it?

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

So? Did you find anything?

You wanted proof?

Here's your proof.

The official forensic report.

It wasn't easy to get it.

Suicide or murder?

None of those.

An accident.

What kind?

What do you call it when you hang yourself,

while masturbating?

Pleasantly stupid?

You again?

You don't strike me as a fanatic.

-I am not. -You're not?

Entering a church doesn't make me a fanatic.

Coming to church doesn't, but at 11:40 PM it does.

You never know when you need to confess.

It's about your son's murder.

Yes? Is something the matter?

Are you kidding me you, fool? What are you thinking?

-Are you okay? -He'll kill me.

It's just a matter of time.

This is what I get for saving you and your boss.

Put yourself in my place.

I would be very uncomfortable in your place.

How can you help me otherwise?

By putting you in mine. Can we get together?

Very well.

-That's what Dr. Natal thinks. -Who's he?

A medical examiner, a friend of my family.

He helped me with the case.

-What did he say? -The doctor that did it, Valb...

-Valdez. -Valdez seems to have forgotten

the basics of forensic medicine.

Help me with this. I don't understand a thing.

Look.

His neck is broken.

Totally illogical in this case.

My son hanged himself, okay?

Sometimes in these cases the neck snaps.

No.

He had to fall from at least 10 feet.

He fell from just two feet.

You need at least 300 pounds of pressure to break a neck.

This kid weighed about 150 pounds.

What's your weight?

-I don't know, 115 pounds? -Can you stand up?

If you hanged yourself with your weight,

the vertebrae wouldn't snap.

-Someone helped him. -I'd use my weight.

To create enough friction to snap them.

-It's the only way. -How different does a body look

after 4 months?

-Different. -Someone helped him...

...speed up his death.

Understand?

-Did you hear what I said? -Yes, I did. Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Erika.

I need to know if we can exhume your son's body...

I'll let you know.

How different?

It all depends on the climate, the casket.

On how deep the grave is.

Do you need to go through something like that?

Maybe.

What for?

How different?

It's been four months, sir.

Whatever you find in that casket looks nothing like Emiliano.

I'm sorry.

-Iván? -He went out.

Good night, Ana.

Good night.

Sometimes the piece itself overlaps the frame.

Taken in perspective...

...it might just work.

I'm totally overlapping.

That too.

You're out of the frame.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

It's no use doing that.

You had a nervous breakdown. We had to sedate you.

You were hurting yourself.

Now if you calm down, we could take the straps off,

and everything would go back to normal.

-Who are you? -It's so nice to hear your voice.

Why don't you tell me what happened?

I don't know.

Don't you remember anything?

I have a headache.

Tell me, what's the last thing you remember, María?

Why?

I was doing my hair.

You had a date.

Why?

Because you did your hair, you dolled yourself up.

What's wrong with having a date with a guy?

-I'm a married woman. -You never mentioned that.

What's your husband's name?

What's your husband's name?

It'll come back to you.

You look nervous.

Don Ávila wants to exhume Emiliano's body.

-What for? -I don't know. He didn't say.

It doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't. Maybe he found out something.

Like what?

We're the only ones that know what really happened.

And Valdez?

He's just as interested as us in keeping things the same.

Ismael murdered Emiliano.

And we did nothing.

But we did.

I think he just had a bout of nostalgia.

No, Iván, it's not nostalgia that's bothering the boss.

It's something else.

You took him away!

What do you think?

It's perfect, sir, just perfect.

Sorry?

Perfect.

And what...

-does that mean? -That we can do the hit, sir.

Right, we can do the hit.

What else does it mean?

Well, like they say in a community around here,

pass me the Mary Jane, baby.

-I told you they'd kill you. -But why?

How are we feeling today, Blas?

Fine, sir.

We'll take care of that later.

That's not an issue, sir.

What?

What I'm doing. I'm already doing it.

Give me that. I think you've had enough.

-It's not an issue, sir. -According to you,

I shouldn't worry about the Croatian anymore.

He's is no longer an issue?

Exactly, sir.

I'm glad you think so.

Fetch my magnifying glass.

My magnifying glass!

But I'll keep an eye on that bald Serbian bitch,

to get rid of any hit-men he sends after me.

I'm one step ahead of you, sir.

I've already negotiated his death.

What are you talking about?

It's very simple.

I found someone with the right motivation,

and gave him a little push in the right direction.

My magnifying glass!

The best part is it's free. Free. Free. Free.

Scared the crap out of me.

-Hullo. -Hullo to you!

Yes?

What?

Bad news, sir?

María just escaped from the hospital.

A FINE MANIPULATOR IS A FINE KILLER

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous author.