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No, don Ávila didn't warn my father of anything.

He never told him there was a price on his head.

And he had his chance.

We had dinner together two nights ago.

What did you talk about?

He wanted to form an alliance against your council.

Of course my father refused.

And Don Ávila,

he didn't like it.

So he killed my dad without a hit job.

For no reason.

Gentlemen,

Don Ávila has done nothing but mock this council

and break the rules.

Ávila is a savage beast.

I propose that from now on,

our six organizations should work as one,

for the purpose of executing a collective contract

against don Roberto Ávila.

Aye?

Don Ávila...

will die.

MASTER OF MASTERS

Sir.

Sir.

The Council is meeting as we speak.

And what do you think they're discussing, Iván.

Well, I'm sure they already know about Mr. Juárez's death.

I think they're looking for the best way to kill you, sir.

Juárez was a hit job like any other.

I know, but we don't know what the new Mr. Juárez

is telling the Council about his father's death.

I'd be delighted to go there and tell them the truth.

Revealing the identity of a client is a serious offense

as you well know. You would just hasten your execution.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Damn it!

What have we got?

A bloodbath.

What do we know about them?

-They were ex-military. -Narcs?

Bodyguards.

Whose?

-Come. -By the way, sir,

I have a plan to get in your son's casket.

Excuse me.

Yes, detective Sánchez?

Please, tell me you know nothing about a...

...situation at a construction site.

-Well, actually we do. -What am I supposed to do?

I don't know, we pay you to handle

precisely this kind of situation.

Mr. Claudio Juárez.

DO NOT ENTER

He owned the construction company.

His truck is parked down there with a dead body inside.

He's the fifth victim.

-Four. -It's five.

Four, don't be silly. This is just an accident.

Excuse me?

Look, asshole, having a mole in the cops is one thing,

but it's a totally different matter

killing whoever you want to however you want to

and expect me to cover it up.

An accident? Impossible.

-Impossible you say? -But of course.

You're saying there's no chance whatsoever

that this was a construction site accident?

Oh, well!

I don't like your tone.

Fuck you! What tone?

Motherfuckers!

Then we'll also have to consider the possibility that this guy

came here to kill his four bodyguards

and then decided to kill himself with the crane.

-Exactly. -Give me a break!

Sounds silly, but you must consider everything to be a detective.

-Like you? -Because I'll tell you...

What? What?

That you suck as a cop.

-I suck as a cop? -Right.

-Okay. -You get obsessed

about just one hypothesis.

And discard all the others without thinking twice.

-Investigate. Investigate! -It's you I'm investigating.

Really?

You said something about my son's casket?

Yes, I have a plan, but some of the elements

that we need to do it aren't that easy to get.

-Coffee? -Yes, sir.

Tell me what you need. Maybe I can help.

Sure.

A corpse, for example.

A corpse?

Actually we need two corpses, but I already have one, sir.

This is more than we agreed.

This is for you.

It's for the funeral expenses.

The kid's mother doesn't have a dime,

nowhere to bury him, so...

-He'll have a proper funeral. -Very well.

Thank you.

You have one corpse, you need another, but what for?

There's just one way to get in Emiliano's casket

without removing the two tons of soil covering him.

What's that?

From underneath.

Define "underneath."

Six feet underground.

-Seriously? -It might not be the best idea,

but it's all I can think of.

-I'm listening. -Emiliano is buried in an area

that's reserved for our exclusive use.

Right next to him there's a vacant plot,

which we could use with your permission.

So sorry, but we can't do it without using that plot.

It's a vacant plot. What's the problem?

The problem is that when your time comes, sir,

you won't be able to rest eternally next to your son.

That's the problem.

That's the least of my problems. Trust me. What else?

Then we can use that grave

to introduce a special casket designed by Arregui.

Here.

Thanks, I have three airbags.

-Good. -Is that the one?

No, it's this one.

-You can't be serious. -Am I smiling?

Iván.

Your plan is getting me a little nervous.

Because of the airbags?

We can put one here.

One here and one here.

-Can you do it? -Sure.

And the other corpse.

What I need is a dead body that isn't dead.

O rather a volunteer

who could do the job from inside.

I'll do it.

Who wants three airbags in their coffin?

-Don Ávila. -He died?

No, not yet, but he will if you keep wasting time.

Make sure they can be activated in there.

Sir, the lady sent you this file.

That's all you need to know about Ávila and his operation.

There's nothing in here about his hitmen.

When Ávila's operation goes out of business,

his hitmen will come to us looking for jobs.

Not revenge.

So how do we choose the guy to do the job?

We won't have to choose.

They'll be six hitmen, one for each organization.

One hitman can fail.

Six won't.

Understood.

I need your plan before this afternoon's meeting.

I'm calling Ávila.

With all due respect, it's too late for that.

I can take him out without involving the Council.

I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Juárez.

But no, the Council has already made a decision.

Of course, ma'am.

Destroy your phone when we're done.

Good day.

I can't believe this! What have they done to you?

Ma'am,

the full service and the plot will cost you nothing.

The prison's insurance policy covered everything.

However, the funeral has to be today.

Excuse me.

Please.

Let go!

The Lord is with thee.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Hail, Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou among women...

Holy, Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and in the hour of our death. Amen.

Are you okay, sir?

You could've brought me a pillow or something.

-There's no room in there. -Close it.

I almost forgot, sir. Your oxygen tank.

It lasts four hours if you breathe normally.

There's a meter.

-You're smart. -Okay then.

Lord, we commend the soul of your servant Mauro to you,

and we beg you, Jesus Christ savior of the world,

to allow him to be surrounded by your patriarch's arms,

for which you so mercifully descended to Earth from Heaven.

Accept him.

...or any of those that do your work,

fill, oh, Lord, his soul with joy in your presence,

since although he has sinned,

he never denied the Father, or the Son or the Holy Spirit.

Instead he was a believer,

ever vigilant of God's law.

Dust thou art and to dust shall thou return.

He that sees my face and follows Me

shall live eternally in Me.

-I want to see him. -No, ma'am, it's sealed.

I want to see him!

Madam, please.

Please, control yourself.

Yes?

What the hell was that?

A mother's love for her kid.

Don't worry about it.

A few inches more, sir, you'll be where you should be.

-Iván. -I can hear you.

Is it cloudy?

No, it's a fine day. Why do you ask?

I smell wet soil.

Soon there'll be two tons of wet soil on top of you.

So it's only natural for you to smell wet soil.

But don't worry, sir.

You can get out whenever you want.

Just keep you phone on.

I'm right here.

I'll call you back.

There's a sign over your left arm.

You need to use this drill.

It's important to hold it firmly without any wobbling,

in a straight line.

Thanks, Father.

How do I know when to stop?

You'll know when the drill hits your son's coffin.

It's also very important

to remove the bit carefully to avoid a cave-in.

Each extension...

has a pipe.

Extension. Pipe.

This is for when we introduce the probe,

there won't be any unfortunate accidents.

As you can see it's wide enough

to allow you to get the bracelet and the letter.

The probe has a camera and tongs

you can handle easily with the control rod.

Thanks to the light on the tip

it's easy to find the letter on your son's body.

Make sure to hold it firmly so it won't fall on the way out.

-What do you want? -Just checking your oxygen, sir.

-You should have 50 % left. -Hold on.

-I'm fine. -Remember to stay calm, sir.

The faster you breathe the faster it runs out.

-Sir. -What now?

-It's raining. -What does that mean?

The soil will compact.

So there's no time to waste.

Quit calling.

That's it. Steady, steady, steady.

Got it.

When you're ready to come up just press this button,

and three airbags Arregui installed

will move a lot of soil.

-Yes? -I'm coming up.

Get back.

-This one? -Yes, Arregui says it works.

Shovels.

God damn it! Iván!

Iván!

Hurry up.

Sir!

Is that you?

Hurry.

Yes? Go ahead.

This is Mrs. Santamaría.

Put him on.

Yes, Mrs. Santamaría. He's not feeling well.

I can take a message.

I need to inform him

that the Council has reached a decision he needs to hear.

-Go ahead. -Not over the phone.

In person.

-Can we meet in an hour? -How about first thing tomorrow?

It has to be today.

I beg you to, please, give me some more time.

At 9:00 PM tonight.

-I'll send you the address. -I'd appreciate that.

What did she want?

You have a meeting at 9:00 PM with the Council,

but not to worry,

they won't try anything during the meeting.

They need to warn you if they want to get rid of you.

Thanks, Iván.

Sir, why don't you just run?

You've bought time. Why not make a run for it?

Take me to the funeral parlor.

"My name is María Ávila.

Wife of Roberto Ávila and mother of Emiliano Ávila.

I've been living a lie for the past ten years.

A lie that took my son from me.

I'm just about to be committed.

That will cast doubts upon my credibility.

But I swear by my son at rest here,

that this it's nothing but the truth.

Roberto Ávila is a hired killer.

He has been for ten years".

"I can't imagine how many lives were lost thanks to him.

All for money.

The money he's paid at the funeral home.

His best friend Ibarra died in a hotel room.

Margarita, the woman he cheated on me with,

vanished without a trace.

Even Ismael, his apprentice.

My husband brought him to my home,

introduced him to Emiliano and taught him to kill".

"I was tricked, kidnapped, and left for dead.

And lying there in that hospital bed,

Roberto Ávila told me who he really is,

and gave me a reason to live.

Making sure he can't hurt anyone else.

I guess the same person that now has this letter,

also received the note I sent to the police".

EMILIANO ÁVILA WAS MURDERED

"I trust it landed in the right hands,

and that Roberto Ávila will finally pay for his sins,

and suffer just like he made others suffer.

María".

How can you be such a fool?

Those guys were deciding your fate.

And all you did was have one of them killed?

I tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Hey, Junior, they won't let you in or what?

-Nervous? -Look you, little punk.

Your daddy's gone, okay? So act like a man.

-You know the consequences. -Inside.

Don't rush into the lion's den. Do something smart.

-Something like what? -Run. Hide.

You're the second guy to suggest that today.

-And? -No way.

-So you're here to say goodbye? -No, to be absolved, bitch!

Just like that, right?

You're taking our relationship for granted.

And to be honest with you, I'm running out of patience,

and you out of luck.

Have a seat, don Ávila.

Don Ávila, why did you accept this position?

-What? -Yes, when Moreira

offered you this position, why did you accept it?

For money, for power, to have fun?

-Why? -For the same reasons you did.

Money, power, fun?

Why did you, Alvarado?

I don't have to answer that.

I think you did so you could break our rules.

Your rules? Damn it! Here we go again.

Your rules are worthless. You're just too blind to notice.

You've only vacated two of this council's seats.

I see just one.

The other one already has an owner.

The rules were made to protect us.

Sure, until they become a threat.

The rules are never a threat!

Can you stop wasting time and tell me what you want?

-Mr. Juárez. -I killed him.

What can I tell you?

What can I say that won't break your rules?

What do you want to hear? That Juárez was a hit job?

Anything I say goes against your rules.

I could say an enemy of his hired me.

His brother, or his son.

I could say his son hired me so he could replace him.

But saying that is going against the rules.

Plus I'd be a dead man.

But if I say nothing, I'm dead too.

So I have nothing to say to you.

And you, Juárez? Haven't you anything to say?

You're sitting at the big table. You're a don now.

Lying is for out there, here...

...we speak the truth.

It was me.

Okay?

-What? -It was me!

I hired don Ávila to kill my father.

Don Ávila followed the rules. He did warn my father, okay?

Then this whole council is a fraud!

What do you need, Ana?

Is the don back yet?

You don't look concerned.

I don't think all changes are negative.

In fact, a new don could bring us some fresh air.

In fact, I think it would be best for all of us.

Do you really think so, Iván?

Where do you stand with them now that they know the truth?

Silence!

-I'm in trouble. -But why? It wasn't your fault.

They're just out to get me.

Mr. Juárez, we'll talk about this.

But not now. It's not the right time.

Don Ávila, this new confession absolves you.

But I maintain my position with regard to you.

And who do you think should replace him?

We need somebody capable of taking over.

The don has made a lot of enemies,

dragging us into a war with the council

to which we owe our very existence.

So we need someone capable of rectifying those mistakes.

A leader.

A leader like you.

Don Ávila, in accordance with our rules,

I hereby notify you there's a contract to kill you.

I also notify you. There's a contract to kill you.

I also notify you, sir.

-I also notify you, sir. -I also notify you, sir.

I also notify you of a contract against you.

Considering we've lost almost all our hitmen,

Ibarra, González, Ismael, Alsina, Moyano,

I think my seniority entitles me.

Temporarily, of course.

And I do think I'm capable of correcting our course.

-Six contracts. -And when we're done with you,

we'll eliminate Iván Alcázar and Ana Solares.

Your organization, don Ávila, will cease to exist.

I can turn this around, make it profitable again.

And then train a new don.

What about the guy that had his dad killed?

Did you kill his family?

-No. -Why not?

Because I can control him while he still has a family.

It's all good. Think about it.

-Sir, are you alright? -They're coming after us!

Us?

They want to get rid of us, me, you, Ana.

Are you with Ana?

-Yes. -At the funeral home?

-Yes. -Stay put.

I need you to explain all the rules one by one.

I think our plans will have to wait.

The don has dragged us into Hell with him.

You humiliated them.

They'll never forget that.

What was I supposed to do?

You could give them something, a gesture of good faith,

so they'd feel they actually got something.

-Yeah? Such as? -That cop you refused to kill.

Lord!

They would've calmed down.

Give me a break. You sound like you know them.

Erika.

We need to talk.

Please, don't trust Ávila.

He's not who he says he is.

I'll explain everything to you. So, please, call me.

I had to kill my best friend, my wife, I lost my son.

I gave them my life! What are you talking about?

All for this damn life I have nothing to show for!

You know it's not a life, it's a test.

-To test what? -Real life.

-What do you mean? -The life you chose.

Maybe I made a bad choice.

Maybe I should have refused in the first place.

Erika.

Look, I know I'm drunk.

But we need to talk.

Damn it!

You declared war on them.

-That's your best idea? -It's all I could come up with.

You're such a coward.

You think you can live like that forever?

That I'll be here to hear your whining?

To absolve you? Well, no. I do not absolve you.

You don't deserve to be absolved.

Fuck you!

Listen up, Ávila. If you plan to be a coward for the rest of your life,

don't come back here.

I can't give you the pity you're looking for.

Face them! Control them!

Do what nobody else dares to do.

Drop the guns now!

They will fear you.

And their fear will give you power.

-Please don't do this! -Hold it!

-Good evening. -What the fuck?

What the fuck what?

How the fuck did I get rid of that hit job?

Or how did I seize your hitmen?

How did you get out of there alive?

Using their own rules against them.

That was so good!

Drop those guns now.

This is a huge mistake.

This is no mistake. I'm just following your rules.

Perches.

You should know.

What rule applies to seize a hitman?

If a member of our organization is hired to kill another...

And fails, he can be forgiven by the victim and work for him.

Exactly.

Ávila, Ávila, please...

Please what? Please?

Like in, "Please don't kill me"?

It's my right! It's my duty!

Would you have pity on me?

Would any of you have spared my life?

You can kill by the rules but not die by them, is that it?

You could...

You could forgive us, sir,

apply the same rule you applied to the hitmen.

The rule you refused to apply to me, no.

The rules die here with all of you.

Your system is too outdated.

You have to die.

Kill them.

Don't be afraid. You can put that away.

Guys, give us a minute.

Who the hell are you?

Hey, do I really need to tell you?

That's an insult to me, I know you better than anyone.

-Sir. -What are you doing here?

Son of a bitch!

I apologize for coming here unannounced.

I'm here to confess that I made a serious mistake

which made things get out of hand,

and almost destroyed our business.

The only mistake, sir, was Ávila's,

by letting that cop live.

Exactly, and mine was not doing anything about it.

-You must've done something. -Like what?

-That cop you refused to kill. -Lord!

Erika!

Erika!

-Want to end this war? -Ávila has fixed his mistake.

Give them the cop and make peace with them.

Wait a minute. What do you mean he fixed his mistake?

Or they'll do it themselves,

and not give you anything in exchange.

Didn't your colleagues tell you Duarte was...?

Give me a break. You sound like you know them.

...eliminated?

-Poor woman. -Erika!

To be honest with you, I'm running out of patience

and you of luck.

Her death was violent.

It was...

...at her place, and you're taking me for granted.

I can't trust anybody.

They hit her again and again and again,

until they crushed her skull.

There's nothing left.

I hope you appreciate the gesture appropriately.

We need to reform our outdated system.

-It's obsolete. -You must understand.

As for me, I will step aside for one of you to replace me.

-You know who. -God?

Or whoever is running this whole circus.

-Will you decide who? -This position isn't inherited.

The guy behind the counter.

-It's earned. -Has a plan for all of us?

-How? -Doing what we have to.

Yes, it's true.

How will we do that?

But his creatures are free to chose their own path.

You used me, you bastard.

You know what to do.

-So you're here to say goodbye? -No, to be absolved, bitch!

I absolve you...

You want me to absolve you? Then get out of the shadows.

The Lord's actions don't always have an immediate answer.

One day you'll understand why you're in this world.

Ávila!

Ávila!

I absolve thee in the name of the Father,

and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

What's wrong?

You startled me, that's all.

I'm so surprised to see you, sir.

Pour me a drink, Iván.

What?

My bet was you wouldn't leave there alive.

You lost your bet.

-The odds were... -Forget it already.

I made a bet too.

Did you win?

I don't know yet.

You walked out of there alive.

Is anything worth more than life itself?

THE MASTER OF MASTERS

THE TOUGHEST JOB.

"Killing well to live better" Anonymous author.