All language subtitles for Sr.Avila.S03E01.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-SbR

Sir, I'm sure
this isn't necessary.

You're just saying that

because this time it's you
that's tied to a chair.

I'm not the one
who should be tied up here.

You put a bullet in the head
of the guy that should be here.

I don't have the answers
you want.

-You can trust me.
-He's lying.

Every word he says is a lie.

You know that.

-I don't believe you.
-Sir, all I ever wanted was to serve you

as best as I possibly can.

That's a lie.

You think they killed me
just to make you a killer?

-No.
-You were already a killer

long before meeting me.

So?

-Why did they kill me?
-Who are you talking to, sir?

Shut up.

Ask him.
Ask him why they killed me.

I guess so you could become
the don of dons.

He wanted to die.

He knew you'd try to save her.

You simply...

...found a reason.

Why did I kill him?

Because he used me
for ten long years.

He betrayed me,

made me think he was helping me,
while he was turning me into...

Into a monster.

That's why I killed him.

Coward.

You're a coward.

I want you to be the don.

Do it!

Shoot me! Be a man! Kill me!

You're not immortal.

I don't think...

Did you hear what I said?

What a coincidence.

Everyone around you
winds up dead.

I don't think...

Iván, listen.

I need you to prepare a report
about everything I need to know.

About what?

About my new job.

A CLOWN ROARS
INTO THE NIGHT

Good afternoon, sir.

Iván.

Where's my report?

In the folder to your left.

What's this?
Respect.

That's what you need to have
to be the don of dons.

Didn't you see the dons' faces
when I killed the priest?

They went pale.

Perhaps,
but that's not respect.

-That's fear.
-And?

And the respect
that's obtained through fear

soon turns into hatred.

-I don't want to be loved, Iván.
-Or die, I suppose.

Who's going to kill me?

It's hard to say
who's going to kill you.

However, who wants you dead,

is anybody's guess.

Sir, don't you think
they might be upset

by the way you took over
the job as don of dons?

Upset?

And therefore they want me dead.

Or at least kill me themselves
or the priest.

But they didn't
and I'm still alive.

Sir, haven't you given
some thought

to what comes next?

That's precisely what
I asked you for.

Obligations,
benefits, limitations...

In other words, all the stuff
you love boasting about

every time you open your mouth.

I'm afraid you overestimate
my scope of knowledge.

What a sudden bout of humility.

Sir, you and I know exactly
the same about your new job.

So tell me,

what use
is a right hand man to me...

No, sorry.

A watchmaker,
that's what you were, right?

A watchmaker that
doesn't know what time it is.

At times.

How does it feel, Iván?

Unsettling, sir.

How ironical.
This time I'll do it your way.

I won't speak much.

Sometimes irony and suicide
are the same thing.

But if we take into account
your current position...

...you could rewrite the rules.

I'm not letting you
off the hook.

I need that information.

If you want to continue
being useful around here,

you'll get it for me.

It's hard to say
who's going to kill you.

However, who wants you dead,

is anybody's guess.

Then guess.

Sir, don't you think
they might be upset

by the way you took over
the job as don of dons?

Upset?

And therefore they want me dead.
Or at least...

What's the matter?

You're so quiet.

I guess I have nothing
interesting to say.

That never stops you
from talking.

Let me guess.

Payback?

-Don Ávila.
-What about him?

Is that the problem?

The don's still alive?

Maybe, but that's not
what's most important.

There will be some huge changes.

-What kind of changes?
-No idea.

I miss the old style.

There used to be rules, order.

I don't know
what my duties are anymore.

I don't know the rules.

And when I don't know the rules,
I don't know the answers.

And nothing irritates
or bewilders me more...

than not having the answers.

Understand?

You'll just have to adapt.

Like everybody else.

Get to work!

Boss.

I just happen to have
some Clonazepam.

No, thanks, bro. I'm fine.

What did they screw up now?

You know what they're like.
Same old crap.

Aren't you supposed to be
on sick leave?

You look like crap.

I feel better here, boss.

I'd love to, bro, but I can't.
Those are the rules.

You know you need a partner
to be here.

That you can fix, boss.

I called you in
because I need a volunteer.

-For what, boss?
-For Sánchez.

-Losing a partner isn't easy.
-He's not the first, boss.

There've been two.

-What about Carrillo?
-Right.

He lost both arms, boss.

-Both arms.
-Doesn't he count?

Carrillo had the bad luck
of opening a box with a bomb.

That's not Sánchez's fault.

-The box was for Sánchez, boss.
-Right.

They won't work with me?

You think losing Erica was easy?

-Of course not, boss.
-Nobody's blaming him.

So what's the problem?

That we know what it means
to be his partner.

-Is that it?
-No, they're just scared.

Try to understand them.

-I think it's karma.
-That's ridiculous.

-I think it's payback, boss.
-What proof have you got?

I have no doubts, boss.

-Me neither.
-Me neither.

-You know them?
-Certainly, boss.

We know exactly who it is.

Sánchez knows.

-So?
-Got it.

-Sánchez knows and did nothing?
-Well, I don't know if he does...

Stop mincing your words.
Who are they?

Remember the gang
of tow-truck robbers?

Sánchez had that case.

Give me a break, man.

They're a bunch of rookies.
Forget about them.

-Rookies but gypsies, boss.
-Lord have mercy!

-They cast a spell on him.
-The evil eye.

They cast an evil spell on him.

-Trust me, boss.
-They're gypsies.

You know what I can't believe?
That you guys have badges.

Get the hell out of here,
you idiots!

Give me a break! Gypsies?
Olé!

And you, Jara?

The team's scientist.

I can't believe this crap.

How soon they seem to forget

how many times
I saved their lives.

Don't be like that, Sánchez.

These are the different services
we offer.

Take your time to go over them
and make your decision.

The very best.

She was my only child.

She deserves the best.

I'm sure she does.
I'm sorry for your loss, Mr...

Doctor.

I'm sure the bastard
that killed her

will be a lot more sorry.

I'm sure of that, doctor.

-Take all the time you need...
-Is don Ávila here?

-Excuse me?
-Don Ávila.

I'd like to meet him.

I assure you
I'm perfectly able to...

I'd like to say hello
to don Ávila.

To thank him for what he did
for my daughter.

Yes.

I'm so sorry, doctor.

Don Ávila just left.
I can take a message.

Tell him...

...I'd like to meet him
personally.

Thank you.

Wake up, you idiot!

Would you like a drink?

Tell me.

Why am I here?

Really, gentlemen.

Only I saw Ávila
blow the guy's brains out?

All of us saw it, Juárez.

All of us were covered
with his brain, so?

Get to the point, please.

I'm two drinks away
from forgetting your name.

We have a new boss.

Without our approval.

-The rules say...
-The rules the don himself

called obsolete, outdated?

If the don was alive,

and the rules were current,

don't forget, Juárez,
that you would be dead.

He has to pay
for what he did.

The time to do something
was when Ávila did it.

-Not now.
-And not one of us

was capable of doing anything.

Just Ávila.

Good evening, my son.

Good evening, Father.

Confess your sins.

You can speak freely here.

Son.

Son.

-Don't count on me.
-I'm out.

-Me too.
-Okay. That's enough.

-What can we do now?
-He isn't expecting it now.

Let's say...

...I help you
solve your problem.

And I put a bullet
between Ávila's eyes.

Who'll be the new don?

Me?

I don't know.
It could be anyone of us.

We can discuss it.

Ávila is going to die.

-Then do it by yourself.
-That I will.

Juárez, go get some sleep.

-Sir.
-What?

-Did I wake you?
-No.

-You need to sleep, sir.
-It's you that needs to sleep.

-What do you want?
-To take back what I said.

I need you here right now.

-What for?
-A body was brought in.

And?

LAWYER'S DAUGHTER
FOUND DEAD

It's the body of Erika Duarte.

She isn't cold.

Are you okay, sir?

-What?
-Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

What did Dr. Duarte say?

What everybody that brings
a child in to be buried says.

Nothing out of the ordinary
or to worry about.

Apart from bringing us her body
for us to do what we do.

I thought so too.

But it's no secret
that you saved her life.

He expressed his desire
to meet you,

and thank you personally

for what you did
for his daughter.

No way. That's not happening.

What if he comes back?

You take care of him.

-Iván.
-Anna will do a good job

with the detective's body, sir.

Don't worry about it.

-Good morning, officer.
-Open the window, please.

So, officer, what's my crime?

You know better than driving
without your safety belt.

Officers, why don't you call
detective Sánchez,

at the Benito Juárez office?

Nobody's calling any detective.
Step out of the vehicle, please.

-I was a cop too. How much?
-Freeze, bastard!

License and registration.
Move it.

Hands behind your back, idiot.
Stop resisting!

-You don't mess with me.
-Shut up, idiot.

Move that truck now
or spend the night in jail.

-Why me?
-Are you deaf or what?

Get out of there now.

Officer, your partner...

Linares?

Linares.

I am Iván.

-Iván?
-Iván.

What are your duties, Iván?

I'm don Ávila's right hand man.

Wow.
Good.

-And you?
-Me too.

-You mean...
-I'm don Ávila's right hand man.

I'm afraid that will be
an anatomical problem

for don Ávila, Linares.

I don't see why, Iván.

Because having two right hands
would be a little unnatural.

Right.

Or it could also save his life
like it did precisely today.

If you were his only right hand
he would be...

...dead.

-Sometimes irony and suicide...
-Are one and the same thing?

You know the expression.

Since I was a kid.

I used to be the jokester,
the class clown.

That changed when I heard it.

I think you were the wiseguy.

Not the clown.

I am the wiseguy now.

Then you must know
who tried to kill don Ávila.

Juárez.

-You have 12 hours.
-Not enough time.

-Are you sure?
-I wouldn't say so if I weren't.

You don't know how much
information you can get

if you don't get distracted.

-Who is it this time?
-A clown by the name of Ávila.

Roberto Ávila.

May I ask if don Ávila and I

are part of this
accumulation of information?

All of you.

-Well, well.
-You're part of it.

It's very likely
that the don will be upset

when he hears about this
violation of privacy.

It's no violation of privacy.

I can't wait to hear
what you call it.

Accumulation of power.

I think this could be

the beginning
of a great friendship.

I agree.

You have no idea how unpleasant
losing a hand can be.

-I see you've met.
-Yes, sir.

We need to leave now, sir.

-Where to?
-Your new home.

Hi, Sánchez.
Look what I got for you.

She got here this morning.
She's brand new.

Fresh meat
for your engine, baby.

You should be at school, kid.

Booze makes you dumber
every day.

Why the hell are you here then?
Let's go!

That piece of ass
is a gift from God.

Wasting it is a sin.

So now God makes pieces of ass
to send us as presents.

Who would've guessed?

Do you want to live in sin?

No, but if that's the case,
I'll take the next one.

Amen. The Lord doesn't only
send us pieces of ass.

-What does he give you?
-Usually sluts.

But today I got a partner.

So why are you talking to me?
Your partner's waiting for you.

My partner's a guy.

A guy?

Then you're really
in the wrong place.

No, I'm the right place.

Look, buddy.

I don't know how to say this.

I don't think you'll find
anything interesting here.

-You're not my type.
-Yes, I am your type.

Think about it, buddy.
I'll be outside.

So?

What do you say?

Look, I hate being in situations
I don't really get.

What don't you get?

First of all, all other cops run away
from me, but you want to be my partner.

We have much more in common
than you think.

Why don't you
just tell me the truth?

Why do you want
to be my partner?

I lost two of them
in like a year and a half.

Two, my friend.

I lost four, buddy.

In five years.

Two of those bullets
were meant for me.

Is that enough?
Or more bad news?

Four?

Well, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Carlos.

-They call me El Buitre.
-The Vulture?

That certainly inspires trust.

Sánchez.

They call me Sánchez.

Welcome, sir.

So this is
the don of dons' house.

That's right.

He was obsessed
with statues, wasn't he?

He had a weird attraction
for the human body.

Maybe he thought he was God.

Probably, now everything here,
dead or alive, is yours.

At least it's a lot cozier
than where you live, sir.

Less humidity.

Let's continue. This way.

The red curtains have got to go.

The piano room.

Look, Iván.
I've got a piano room.

-Nice, isn't it?
-Yes, I'm moved to tears, sir.

The two agents
that tried to kill me

are you sure
they work for Juárez?

-I'm positive, sir.
-How do you know that?

Just like I know everybody
that works for you

and the other dons,
the updating...

The yearly updating
of our payroll, sir.

It's a very complete list
of all our agents,

our ex-agents,
and our new agents,

in case there are any.

Well done.

With regard to Juárez,
what you should do, sir...

Apart from killing him?

-Not a good idea, sir.
-You think I should do nothing?

I think you should think it over

to avoid a war
with your colleagues.

Look, he already talks like you.

I hate admitting it,
but Linares is right.

You expect me
not to do anything?

The problem isn't Juárez.

No? What is it then?

Respect.

If you get your colleagues
to respect you,

you'll be able to control them.

So I've been told.

I haven't done much
to earn their respect.

I totally agree, sir.

If I may propose something,
I have a plan.

It's not ready yet.

There are still
some holes to fill.

You?

-Well...
-I want it with no holes.

-Yes sir.
-I'd like to know

what this plan is about...

-How soon can I have it?
-As soon as I call a meeting.

-Fine. What do you need?
-A list of the things we need.

What kind of things?

Nothing special.
Don't worry about it.

Iván.

As I was saying, sir...

-Hello.
-Mrs. Santamaría?

I have a message from don Ávila.

We'll let you know what you need
to bring to our council meeting.

Location?

Don't worry about it.
We'll have you picked up.

Mr. Polonio.
I have a message from don Ávila.

We'll let you know what you need
to bring to our council meeting.

-Who is this?
-My name doesn't matter.

-Where will it be?
-Don't worry about that.

We'll have you picked up.

I'm ready.

Seriously?

What's this?

Really?

I have to wear that?

Your boss has issues.
Serious issues.

-Let's go.
-Unbelievable.

Take me there.
But be careful, man.

Mr. Juárez.

The name doesn't matter.
I have a message from don Ávila.

We'll let you know what you need
to bring to our council meeting.

You can take them off now.

We're here. Now what?

I guess he'll make us wait?

This bastard
is so disrespectful!

Says the bastard
that had his dad killed.

Don't you resent this?

To be quite frank,

I resent the 500,000 pesos
more than the blindfold.

What? You brought it with you?

You too?

I brought everything
he asked for.

I can't believe it. Madam?

I did, but that doesn't mean
I'm throwing it away.

Why are we here, madam?

That's why I brought the 500,000
pesos don Ávila requested.

People.

May I have your attention?

Thank you very much.

Don Ávila will be with you
in a moment.

I just need to ask you
for the first and last time

if any of you did not comply

with item one
on the list of requirements.

Don Ávila trusts you all.

The meeting is now open.

Thank you for coming.

I'll go straight to the point
to avoid boring you.

My relationship with you
did not begin in the best way.

It could've continued like that
if it weren't for my new job.

So I've got a little problem.

This gentleman worked
for my predecessor for 15 years.

And he's here
to explain it to you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

My name is Linares.

Could you explain
to the gentlemen and the lady

what is the don of dons?

The don of dons is power.

And...

Respect.

Thank you, Linares.

You see what my problem is?

Are we supposed to ask
what the freaking problem is?

Only if you didn't get it.

You think we're stupid or what?

This is precisely what I mean.

How can I be the don of dons
if I'm not respected?

Some of you
don't even take me into account.

That's why I brought you're here.

For what?

To eliminate any doubts.

That every time I speak,

and everything I say,

is dead serious.

-What is this?
-Put your guns down now!

-What?
-This isn't necessary.

-Is this another threat?
-This is no threat.

-What's going on?
-You're alive. That's what.

Are you crazy, you bastard?

-You want us dead, you idiot?
-Yes.

Yes, I want you dead.

But I also need you alive
so I left it up to you.

What if we didn't wear them?

Juárez just found out.

From now on I'm the boss.

Look at it as a new beginning.
You're born again.

-Any questions?
-What about the money?

-It's a contract.
-What does that mean?

It means that each one of you

just paid me a hit
on your own lives.

And exactly how
does the hit get activated?

By my death.

This will probably cause
more fear than respect.

But we need to start somewhere.

Good evening.

Respect is not negotiable.
It is imposed.

Kill well to live better.
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