All language subtitles for Sr.Avila.S03E10.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-SbR

-Sir.
-Iván, I'm with Laura Duarte,

Erika's mom.

She is sure
Molina was the agent.

I think we need to be cautious
about that, sir.

Linares told you it was he
who got rid of Molina.

Linares lied to me.

-Avila knows all about Molina.
-But how?

There's an eyewitness.
Duarte's ex-wife.

If Linares lied, that means
he works for someone else.

-Right, sir?
-That's impossible.

She was in Madrid then.

-On a video call with Erika.
-Molina's dead and that's that.

-Not yet.
-What do you mean?

Ávila knows you lied.
That you didn't kill Molina.

If it's about what she says,
it's her word against mine.

That's right.

But how much is your word worth
to Ávila?

Call Sánchez and tell him
to find Molina.

Are you sure you want
Sánchez to kill Molina?

Unless you don't want Sánchez
to come back.

I don't care.
That's what I pay him for.

How are you, Doctor?
Is he okay?

And you are?

Detective Sánchez.
Your patient is my partner.

Tell me he's okay.

He'll be fine.
I guess this is for you?

-Thanks, Doc.
-You're welcome.

-You're finished, Linares.
-I just did what they wanted.

The Don would be disappointed
at how you ruined things.

I had high hopes for you,
Linares.

And I need to talk
with the Chivalziks.

Have you decided who
is going to kill Mrs. Duarte?

Laura.

-We need to go.
-Do you know him?

From where?

We work for the same guy.

-Now what?
-You take a flight to Madrid.

Not until he pays
for what he did.

You won't see a thing
if you stay, got it?

You said I'm safe here.

Not anymore, so get your stuff
and let's get out of here now.

-Hello.
-Iván, detective Sánchez.

Did you get the picture
I sent you?

Yes. Who is he?

Someone don Ávila needs you
to find quickly.

-Okay.
-By the way, be very careful.

He's very dangerous.

12 NAMES

Good evening, Linares.
How are you?

Let's take a walk.

-The job's done.
-Excellent news.

-I want my money.
-Don't worry, you'll get it.

Close the door.

-You close it.
-Close the damn door.

No, you do it so the neighbors
will hear the shot

and make it harder
for you to exit the building.

I'll just kill all the neighbors
one by one.

I really don't care,
I don't like the neighbors...

-Good evening, ma'am, I am...
-Ávila.

Are your boys here?

Enjoying the ride, Linares?

Fuck you.

Watch your mouth, Linares.

I don't mind being hunted down.
Seriously.

But being underestimated
drives me nuts.

What a coincidence. Me too.

I didn't want this job,
but Linares gave me no choice.

Call and say you did the job.

We both know
I'm not leaving here alive.

Why should I help you?

You're going to die.
That's a fact.

But Linares is going to live.

Don't you want to stop
his killing spree,

all thanks to you?

Make that call,

and switch the speaker on.

-Go ahead.
-The job is done.

Kill me and get it over with.

You're in no position
to give orders.

You're nuts if you think
I'm begging for my life.

You're going to beg me
to kill you as soon as possible

unless you answer my questions.

Fuck you.

Hey! What's the matter?

She shouldn't take it
so personally.

-What are you talking about?
-Your mother.

About what she did.

She shouldn't feel guilty.

Or remorseful.

Or be ashamed of what she is.

Of what she is?

What is my mother, Iván?

A beautiful woman.

Another thing.

Why did his betrayal
bother you?

I don't understand.

Molina's.

Why?

Why do you think it bothered me?

I notice things, Ana.

-How well did you know him?
-What do you care, Iván?

Ana.

Why do you ask?

Because we're looking for him.

Is there anything
we might have overlooked?

I know nothing.

Ana!

Hi, you've reached
the Chivalzik residence.

Leave your message
after the beep.

What a drag!

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you.

My flight is tomorrow night.

You can wait here if you want.

Why don't you call
your ex-husband?

He's the last person
I want to talk to.

Yes, but he's looking for you
and he's Erika's dad.

You want the same thing.

You don't know him as I do.
Nicolás just wants to win.

Nobody just wants to win
in this situation.

He does, he only wants to win
since the day he was born.

Trust me.

Thank you.

Win what?

Only he knows that.

I'm calling him.

Dr. Duarte, you didn't say
your witness is your ex-wife.

-How do you know that?
-She's here with me.

Why the hell did she go to you,

and not wait for the guys
I sent to pick her up?

She trusts nobody.

-And she trusts you?
-She's alive.

-I want to talk to her.
-Sorry, she won't talk to you.

I don't care what she wants.
I'm talking to her.

-No.
-You know who

you're messing with, asshole?

Watch it, sir.

You don't run this show.

Much less with me.

Is that a threat, Ávila?

I know who killed your daughter.

See you at the funeral parlor
at 10 am.

THE TWELVE APOSTLES

Linares.

How are you, Linares?

Linares.

Aren't you going to answer me?

Torture won't work with you,
I need to think about...

Something you really value.

Your mind, Linares.

The mind that spent its life
spying on people,

where they go, who they sleep
with or who they kill.

That mind that's so important
and valuable to you.

I'm going to...

...erase your mind, okay?

Electroshock.

Ever heard of it?

There are too many theories
about electroshock.

Some say it erases the mind
but it doesn't,

it all stays here, what happens
in your little head

is that some little things

get disconnected
and all the data in your head

loses all sense and meaning.

Tomorrow you'll probably
wake up in some strange street

with thousands and thousands
of ideas floating around

in your head and none of them
will make any sense, Linares.

I'm going to destroy
everything you put in there,

and make you crazy, bitch,
totally crazy.

It's hot, be careful.

So, talk to me.

There isn't much to tell, boss.

The bastard was expecting us.

That's obvious, Sánchez.

Tell me about the rest.

Sorry, boss, I don't know what
you mean by the rest?

The rest, right?

Start by telling me what
the hell you were doing there.

Well, we were...

We were tipped off that that's
where Erika's killer was hiding.

And we went to check it out.

You were tipped off?
And who tipped you off?

One of my informants.

Man! Damn it, Sánchez!

Remind me when you asked
for my okay.

We were told he was running
towards the southern border.

There was no time to call you.

So I decided to go after the guy
that killed Erika.

We nabbed him, boss.

-Damn you, Sánchez.
-We nabbed the bastard.

Good job, son.

Go get some rest.

My love,
I will always look after you.

Open your mouth.

They are your teeth, Linares.

Ready?

That's a fierce machine!

No worries, I won't kill you.
I need your mind nice and clear.

Tell me what you know.
Who wants me dead, Linares?

Was it the Apostles, Ávila, you?
Who is it? Talk to me.

Good evening, Mrs. Santamaría.
This is Iván.

Good evening, Iván.
To what do I owe the surprise?

I wanted to know
if your offer still stands.

I'd do it tomorrow.

Of course it still stands.
Where do you plan to do it?

Right here
in the funeral parlor.

Do you need me to do something?

Don't worry about it.

I'll let you know
when it's done.

-Hey.
-You've got it so easy, haven't you?

All you do is sit there all day.

You don't need to give orders,
press buttons, pull a trigger.

I have a confession to make.
But just between us, okay?

The one thing
I hate about this job

is people like you
and your bosses.

You're a bunch of despots
and all you do is wage war

and watch the rest of us
kill each other.

You fucking bastards!

That's it.

It was the Apostles!
The Apostles, you idiot!

It was the Apostles!

They ordered Duarte's death
because of all his questions.

He wanted to know
who killed his daughter.

And he got Ávila to help him.

All they had to do
was kill Duarte.

And Ávila refused?

And you very intelligently,

being unable to control
your Don of Dons,

decided to kill me instead

and seal the Erika Duarte file
once and for all.

It was you, right?

No, it was Cardoso.

Cardoso?

An Apostle wanted me dead?

Yes, it was him.

What would you think
if I told you

Cardoso hired me to kill you?

They're such bastards.

A bunch of bastards.

We're among bastards.

You know what, Linares?
Thank you for being so useful.

But you've got
a little head that's...

...very valuable
and has too much information.

Elisa.

Repeat that name.

Elisa.

Elisa!

You don't know how much info
you can gather

if you don't get distracted.

Boss.

The surgeon that operated
on Buitre sent you this gift.

It's the bullet
they pulled out of him.

Sánchez, your report says
there was just one shooter.

-Yes, sir.
-Are you sure, son?

Sure, boss, I was there.
What's the problem?

That's the problem.
They found this in your vest.

I'm no expert, but obviously
they didn't come from one gun.

Don't you agree?

The guy was alone.

-Where are the others?
-It's just one guy.

There's just one door.

We're two against one.
Piece of cake.

I ask you again, Sánchez.
Are you sure?

No, I'm not sure. I was shot.

I wasn't watching
who was around there.

They're from two guns.
How do you explain that?

You need more than strong coffee

for me to turn around
without worrying.

I already know that.

Well, the guy could've had
both guns, right?

Come on, Sánchez!

It's Ávila that pays
for your silence.

And mine.

I'll ask Buitre
if he saw something I didn't.

You want us to take care of her?

What? No, no, no.
Just a moment.

I want you to protect her
with your lives

for the next 24 hours,
understood?

We can't do that.

Remember how much you charged
for the last job?

A fortune. You guys owe me.

I have to go now.

Will I see you before I leave?

Ana.

Daniel.

What are you doing here?

I guess I got tired
of being dead.

-You look good.
-What do you want?

I brought you this.

You need to give this
to Ávila personally.

It has to be tomorrow.

-Why don't you do it?
-You know the answer to that.

What is it?

He needs to see it
before making any decision.

You really look good.

I have to go now.

Probably...

-Need something, partner?
-Get me out of here.

-No, I'm not playing any games.
-Me neither. Take this off.

Your game's over.

You'll be locked up
for the rest of your life.

I warned Ávila
that if he forced me to choose,

I wouldn't hesitate.

Please give me a hand.
You won't regret it.

No, sing me another tune.
I already heard that one.

They shot me, Sánchez.

Did they really?
They shot me too, bitch.

And I was shot in the back.

Only a fucking coward shoots you
in the back, don't you agree?

What would you do to that bastard
if he were in front of you...

...cuffed? Huh?

-I shot you.
-Excuse me?

I shot you.

I know, bitch.
I saw the ballistics report.

-Son of a bitch!
-You shot me, bitch.

That's why I'm here. Because you tried
to kill me, bitch, so tell me why.

What do you want me to say?
What, what?

-Was it Ávila?
-No, damn it! It wasn't Ávila!

So who was it?
Who was it, bitch?

-I'm dying, asshole!
-So what?

I was already dead.

Whether I shot you or not,
I was a dead man.

For disobeying a fucking order!

Or I'd get life in prison,
for shooting you.

I had no choice.

Get me out of here.
We're in the same boat.

-What's in it for me?
-I'll tell you who wanted you dead.

I'll turn him over to you,

and I'm giving him to you
on a silver platter.

And I'm not offering this
to a cop, but to you.

And you've got five minutes
or the deal is off.

Beggars can't be choosers,
son of a bitch.

Take these off of me.

Shut up, bitch!

-You sound real bad.
-Like you care.

I don't think
you'll make it home alive.

I bet you
a thousand pesos I will.

No way, if I win the bet,
who'll pay me?

¿Iván?

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning, Ana.

-How are you?
-Fine, thank you.

Iván isn't here.

-How come?
-I have no idea.

That envelope is for you sir.

-Thanks, give me a minute.
-I think you'd better do it now.

Why?

Molina gave it to me.

He went to my house.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

He gave it to me and left.

Thanks, Ana.
You can go back to work.

What do you want, Iván?

Sorry I'm late.
Traffic was awful.

Sit down.

-About our conversation...
-Don't worry, sir.

Laura is on her way to Spain.
I think it's what's best.

Yes, of course it's what's best.

But...

...we're still together in this,
you and me?

-I don't know.
-What does that mean?

Something came up
that casts doubts on our deal.

I've been very honest with you.

Have you?

Remind me
why we're doing this again?

To find your daughter's killer?

Or to recover those files
they stole from Flama?

Both.

Those files contain too much
information about the Apostles.

The organization, you and me.
Any other doubts?

Yes, tell me this.
Do you still contact Mr. Flama?

Yes, almost on a daily basis.
We spoke yesterday.

-Are you sure?
-Of course I'm sure, Ávila.

Where are you taking this?

You tell me.

I don't get it. What is this?

He was found...

He hanged himself two weeks ago.

-Who took these?
-That doesn't matter.

This is ridiculous.
These pictures can't be real.

-And yet they are.
-Can we cut out the crap here

and focus
on what really matters?

I'm not going along with this.

It's very simple.
Somebody just sent me those.

Pictures of Gino Flama dead.

I don't know what you're up to.

But I'm not going along with it.

I want to see Flama.

I need you to think this over.

Ask yourself
what sense does it make

for me to wage a war
I can't win without Flama?

Why would I keep looking
for those files?

-To negotiate.
-Negotiate?

By handing those files
over to the Apostles,

you can negotiate a seat
at the big table.

You're hallucinating!

For the last time, sir.
I need to see Gino Flama.

You'd never understand.
I lost a daughter.

It's too high a price to pay!

Shut up!

Stop pretending
this is about Erika.

This is about a man
who is hungry for power!

Who'd sacrifice anybody
to get what he wants!

Do those files really exist
or is that a lie?

-Come on!
-Do they exist or not?

Are you okay, sir?

What are you doing?

A moment of tension, sir.

What are you doing here?

Saving your life?

And I work here, sir.

The only life at risk here
was Duarte's.

I have my doubts about that.

Remember that incident
with Soto?

Come here.

Let's see the gun.

Where did you get this?

Never mind. Get rid of the body
and clean up the place.

I'll get a stretcher, sir.

There's no way in, damn it!

I'm not going to be buried
with you.

Nobody invited you.

I'll whack him myself.

You think I'll just watch you
get yourself killed?

No way, you can't.
I'm taking you to a hospital.

Get in.

Why are you doing this?

I'm fed up.

I'm fed up of being a cop.

Fed up of being
whatever I am now.

Sorry I shot you in the back.

But the bastard
that wants you dead is up there

and I'm whacking him,
he's in there.

If the bastard wants me dead
and you don't do it,

somebody else will.

You're wrong, buddy.
Let's do this together.

You know we'll never get out
alive, right?

We're so jinxed, we might
get away with it this time.

Somebody's here.

Somebody's here man.

-Detective.
-I have the guy you want, Iván.

-Where?
-He's entering a mansion.

Francisco Villa street.

Okay, we're on our way.

Don't do anything
until we get there.

Sir, Sánchez located Molina.

We'd better hurry
and not miss this opportunity.

I'm going alone.

-I'd rather go with you, sir.
-You stay put.

-I insist.
-I said no!

"Therefore Jesus,

knowing they would come
and take him away by force,

to crown him king,

he went back to the mountain
all by himself."

John 6:15.

Of all the things
the priest said,

I can't forget that psalm.

Have a seat, Iván.

What for?

Sit down.

Is this what you want?

To sit on this chair?

How does it feel?

Remember you told me
you were the watchmaker?

That this business
can't work without you?

Ever since you said that
it was etched in my mind.

And these last few days
I've realized that...

You're not my right-hand man.

I stand before a Don.

I need somebody
to keep order, Iván.

Someone who knows the rules.

I need you, Iván.

From now on,

you are Don Alcázar.

Sir.

Were you going to kill me?

You?

What do you think
you're doing, man?

Putting an end to all this.

For what? What do you want?
A happy ending?

An ending.

You're such a jerk.

He's Buitre, sir.

So you the Buitre guy?

Where's Molina?

He's inside.

I suggest you enjoy the fruit
you worked so hard to get.

And stop trying to cut down
the fucking tree.

I want to face the bastard
that's doing this to me.

-He's dead.
-No.

There's someone else.

Getting in there is tough.

How come?

This belongs to the Apostles.

The Apostles?

Keep going down that road,

and the only funeral you'll see

is yours.

-Whose car is this?
-Mine.

Give me the keys.

What do you want it for?

I'm going in alone.

I'm not waiting for these goons
at my place.

Go to the funeral parlor.

Wait for Iván.
I'm going in alone.

Don Ávila.

Your weapons.

I suppose that's all, right?

Put your guns down.

Shall we?

I suppose
Ana gave you the envelope.

Yes, she did.

Then Duarte is dead.

-You're welcome?
-Welcome for what, asshole?

Welcome, Roberto.

And you are?

I think you know the answer
to that question.

No, I don't.

I know you killed Erika.

Yes, Roberto.
Molina killed that cop.

But you shouldn't have
any hard feelings.

It wasn't his decision,
and for what it's worth,

that girl would've died
one way or another,

for reasons that have nothing
to do with you.

Have a seat.

What about her father?

That's been taken care of too,
hasn't it?

Yes, sir.

Good, like I said, you shouldn't
hold it against Molina.

He just carries out orders.

Although at first,

he had a hard time
carrying out orders, right?

Yes, sir.

He was in love.

But we can be very convincing.

Right, Molina?

Yes, sir.

He convinced us that you
could be the Don of Dons.

What?

You gave me this position?

You think you earned it?
We gave it to you.

-Who did?
-Who did what?

Who are we?

We're twelve of God's servants
with a lot of influence.

I need to talk
about the Apostles.

The same ones
Duarte wanted to destroy.

He didn't want to destroy us,
he wanted to join us.

You don't know him like I do.
Nicolás just wants to win.

And he thought he'd get in

by threatening us
with the information Flama had.

He bet on the wrong horse.

-Flama didn't deliver.
-So the file never existed?

Yes, the file did exist.

All Flama's file contained
was detailed information

about the death
of the Bishop's bastard.

A death you yourself executed.

His name is Pablo Campo.

He's eighteen.

The only person
that file mentioned...

...was you.

And what did I order you to do?

-Destroy it.
-Two days before killing my daughter,

the same guy killed this guy
to keep something that's mine.

Destroy it.

So what do you want from me?

The same thing we ask
of all our staff.

To keep up the good work
without complaining.

-I'm not your employee.
-Of course you are.

We tell you what to do
since you became a killer.

Remember the first death
you caused?

We've been watching you
from that moment on.

That can't be true.

Don't you remember who took care
of your mother's body?

We even made a cop of you,
you, idiot.

So why did you decide
to become a police officer?

You should be
a little more grateful.

You were heading
for the madhouse.

So why me?

Because you're made for this
and we knew it.

-Why me?
-You can refuse.

-They want me to be a don.
-You should accept.

You have no idea how much data
you'll have access to.

But we were surprised
at how fast you moved up.

I accept.

-First to Don.
-I am the Don.

And I won't let you use me,
or control my destiny.

Then your predecessor,
the priest,

going by the book
and not adapting to our needs.

What makes you think
I'll adapt to your rules?

Because you're no martyr.
It's the opposite.

And to get where you are
you eliminated every obstacle.

You know what to do.

A friend.

A teacher.

A wife.

A son. A son!

You could've stopped,

you could've sacrificed your life
for any of them,

and they would be alive,
but you didn't.

You'll adapt to our needs
because it's your nature.

Because you were born
to do this.

No.

No what?

I won't do it.

Why do you insist in defying us?

Because I don't trust you guys.

Do you think I give a damn
about your trust?

Fear is what makes
good employees.

Have you ever been afraid?

It's never too late.

That's what fear is, Ávila.

That's it right there.
That's fear.

Feel it, Ávila, feel it.

Get rid of the body.

FEAR ALSO DESERVES RESPECT

"Killing well to live better."
Anonymous Author.