All language subtitles for Sr.Avila.S04E03.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-SbR

Please, my family...

Drop it.

Hands up. Move.

Close your eyes.

GOD'S HOBBY

THREE DAYS EARLIER

No, I can't do that right now.
Leave it for later.

I'll call you.

My cousin was a great guy.

Always responsible for his...

For his actions.

He will be missed.

-It's don Avila.
-I need to speak with him.

-I don't think it's a good time.
-I need to speak with him now.

In all my weaknesses...

...my fears and my failures...

...I saw what I turned into!

It's not that
I didn't recognize myself.

-Sir.
-I'm glad you're here. We need to talk.

That can wait. Rogelio's here.

Let him in.

Sir.

What?

I must admit you scar well.

You didn't think I did?

Enough of that, Rogelio.

How are you?
How are you doing?

I'm hanging in there.

The bar is doing okay, but my other
business... Business is slow.

-Why do you think it's slow?
-You mean my face?

I mean your face, Rogelio.

Can you really be a good draw
with your looks?

I need you to listen to me
for a second.

And I need you to become aware
of your... limitations.

People don't trust people
who look different.

They don't see beyond
the classic concepts of beauty.

But... but I can make up
some kind of story.

One that inspires pity.

People empathize more with pity.

I think you're in denial,
rejecting your own reality.

I do admit
you're one of our best draws,

with a lot
of power of conviction.

Sir.

Don't do this to me.
This job is my life.

But ever since you did that
to your face...

You did this to me!

You did it to yourself.

Didn't you hear me?
I said I needed to see him now!

Sorry, sir.
Don Avila was busy.

I can arrange it
with his right-hand man.

You'd better,
because one way or another

I'll find out
who whacked my cousin.

And whoever it was
I'll make him squeal like a pig.

-I can be a hitman.
-You have no idea what they do,

and I bet you've never
pulled a trigger in your life.

-I can learn.
-I don't need any hitmen.

But you yourself said yesterday
that we lost a lot of people,

that we need fresh blood.

Exactly, Rogelio.
You're not fresh blood.

So you'll kill me?

You know the rules.

My daughter.

My daughter
would make a great draw.

Even better than me.
I can train her.

Polish her, her judgment.

Her skills, how to manipulate.

Earning the trust
of anybody she bumps into.

Accessing the deepest part
of people's minds

to make them ask us
to do what we do.

She could work for us.

I don't know.

Aren't you even
going to think about it?

Goodbye.

Life is a piece of crap.

Almost perfect.

But almost perfect in golf
is the same as nothing.

You eliminated that lady.
Good job.

-DNA tests?
-Yes.

Allow me to introduce
Mrs. Alicia Castillo.

Here are her fingerprints,
skin and hair samples.

But just hers.

It's just a matter of time

for the cops to decide
it was a mugging gone wrong.

Any small-time crook
always leaves clues, always.

This was way too clean.

Why kill her
just to rob her purse?

I was very surprised
that you eliminated Alvarado.

I had to teach them a lesson.

You're learning, Roberto.
Very good.

I didn't have much faith in you
after... our encounter.

But I must admit you learn fast.

Thanks.

Keep it up, Roberto.

Great things await you.

Something doesn't add up.

Sobriety, you moron.
That's what doesn't add up.

Ana, got a minute?

Of course, sir. What do you need?

I've been checking
these bills and...

...the problem is...

...wigs, 200,000.

Artificial nails, 85,000.

Mascara, 5,000.

80,000 pesos
in color contacts for corpses.

Should I go on?

No, sir. What's the problem?

We spend a fortune
on makeup for dead people.

Professional supplies, sir.

Call it what you will,

but we need to be
a little more modest.

-No, sir.
-Why not?

You're asking me
to do a sloppy job and I won't.

I do respect your corpses,

but they don't mind
departing this world bald...

Please.

The gentleman used a shotgun
to take his own life.

I don't think he agrees with you.

Our expenses aren't the issue.
It's our income.

Or the lack of income.
And that's what hitjobs are for.

We get our hitjobs
thanks to our draws and hitmen.

Could you look for something
we can cut down on,

which wouldn't be detrimental
to your work?

I can try.

Thank you.

-Sir.
-Yes?

I need a couple of hours off.
Any problem?

No. No problem.

Don Avila. Excuse me.

Mr. Guzman
requests a meeting with you.

-Who is Mr. Guzman?
-Don Alvarado's first cousin.

Does he know I killed Alvarado?

I couldn't say.

He wonders if you approve
of him replacing his cousin.

Tomorrow evening.

How did your meeting go
with Cardozo this morning?

You got a plan?

I'm working on it, don Avila.

Sir. A client is here.

Mrs. Gabriela Martinez
wants to see you.

-Show her in.
-Come in.

-Thank you.
-Sure.

-Have a seat, Mrs. Martinez.
-Thanks.

How can we help you?

I have a problem.
Actually, three problems.

A mutual friend of ours
referred me to you.

I need it done this week.

May I see
our mutual friend's card?

The one that
recommended our services?

Sure.

In any case this isn't
the first time we do business.

There you go.

Rogelio.
He has a bar.

He had an accident or something
that scarred him for life.

You know that.

-Yes, I do.
-Right.

I need to make a call.

I'll be right back.

Rogelio. It's Mr. Alcazar.

-Who?
-Ivan.

-How are you, sir?
-Concerned.

A lady says you recommended her.

Mrs. Martinez.

Sure, I sent her.

On my way to the bar
from the funeral home...

Yes, yes. Okay, fine.
See you later.

Mrs. Martinez, let's continue.

Please count this.
It's 50% for all three.

I don't need to stay. You'll read
the report. I'm in a hurry.

No, you don't need to stay,

unless of course
you want to end up in jail.

Why would I end up in jail?

For rushing through things,
of course.

-Well, well.
-A hungover?

What are you doing?

Going through the evidence.

Hello.

Manuel.

-Are you okay?
-Everything's screwed up.

I knew I'd mess this up too.

What happened?

Where are you?

-What's the use?
-Where are you?

It's 45 Acueducto Avenue.

I'll be there.

I'm coming.

I have to go.

If you're in trouble...

...I'll be right here.

Hi.

Everything's okay?

Everything's okay.

Are you sure?

Did you get fired?

-Why?
-It's your clothes.

You're obviously
a very powerful man.

But your attitude,

you look a little sad perhaps?

-Grim?
-Actually, I was just promoted.

Great. What can I get you
to toast with?

Whisky, 18 years old.

Straight. Rocks glass. No ice.

How precise.

People aren't usually
that precise.

-So, what brings you here?
-I'm looking for Rogelio.

What for?

-You must be his kid.
-Yes.

I'm Ivan...

Don Alcazar.

You disfigured my dad's face.

No.

He disfigured it himself.

Go and get him.

I need to speak with him.

I told you I couldn't do it.

-Hand me the keys.
-It's no use.

Hand them over.

What's that? Seriously?

Seriously what?

You use that as your watch?
Don't you have a phone?

Don't you have
anything else to do?

-No. I have nothing to do.
-I don't want to talk to you.

You know what?
Yes, you do want to talk to me.

You're a very nice guy. Right?

Do you come here a lot?

No, I don't come here a lot.

Excuse me.
Can I have the same as Mr...

Don Alcazar. Ivan.

With ice, on his tab.

What a pleasant surprise.

Excuse me.

Get some ice.

But you talk about the good guys
and the bad guys.

Have you ever done
something really bad?

I knew it.

You're not the only one
who feels like a scumbag, okay?

What did you do?

Yes? What the hell do you want?

Okay.

-I have to go.
-But we're having a conversation.

I'll only tell you this once,
and you'd better do it,

or you'll never hear
from me again.

Go to the bathroom,

puke every drop of booze
inside of you,

then get some sleep.

Okay.

What did you tell that jerk?

-Why are you here?
-What did you tell him?

Who?

You know who. Persico.
What did you tell him about me?

-Who the hell is Persico?
-The guy you took inside.

You were in AA too?

AA my ass. Persico's not in AA.

He's a cop in Internal Affairs.

He's been trying to screw me
for five years.

That's impossible.

What the hell
did you tell him about me?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Internal Affairs?

It's a miracle.
When Ana came to see me...

Ana was here?

Ana was here last night
to tell me

you'd let my daughter work
as a draw for a trial period.

People trust her,
and being a disfigured guy's kid

tosses in an interesting level
of pity.

-So...
-Is Mrs. Martinez trustworthy?

-Absolutely.
-How long have you known her?

For quite some time.
But I met her husband first.

We eliminated
the guy's first wife

so Mrs. Martinez could become...

Well, Mrs. Martinez.

I married a millionaire, okay?
But he died a month ago.

He admitted he donated sperm
to some fertilization clinic.

He liked toying with the idea
that he had a kid out there.

Having to share my inheritance
freaked me out.

With him?

Yes. That's his son.

-Who are they?
-His parents,

they could inherit
my husband's fortune

-if his son dies.
-When did you meet Mrs. Martinez?

A month ago.
She wanted to kill her husband.

No way, a client
can't turn into a victim,

and a victim is a corpse.

Exactly.
I had to transfer the job.

-Who did you give it to?
-To don Alvarado.

The bastard was on my case
for five long years.

I thought it was over, but no.

So he contacted me on purpose?

Of course he contacted you
on purpose.

The guy's dangerous.

He's like a shark.
Bites you and won't let go.

-He let you go.
-After five years.

Almost swallowed me whole.

Now he's after me.

You're mistaken, I'm his prey.
You're just the freaking hook.

Call it a hook or whatever,
but if he's like you say...

What we need to do
is stick together.

I got a 300-yard
restraining order against him.

He can't contact me,
investigate me, or harass me.

Let's wait and see
what the hell he wants.

-What do you want?
-I ask you that. You have a gun?

-I'll ask the questions here.
-Put it away. I'm freaking out.

Thanks.

-What do you want?
-I need a ride.

Where to?

Your place?

Where's Guzman?

In the bathroom, sir.
He won't be long.

-What's this?
-A gift for the boss.

-I like him already.
-Mezcal from my town, sir.

I am don Avila.

A pleasure to meet you, sir.
My name is Jesus Guzman.

-What are you doing?
-Just following protocol, sir.

Don't be silly.
You don't need to do that.

I can't do that, sir.

Breaking the rules
is the best way to end up dead.

I just want you to know
that if you make me a don,

I won't make the mistake
my cousin did.

I understand he broke the rules
and paid for it with his life.

What do you think, Molina?

Is there any reason for me
to deny Guzman's promotion?

No, sir,

much less considering
he was one of Alvarado's hitmen,

and they say he's a great one,
so it's an excellent idea.

Okay. Get up.

You must be very clear

that don Avila demands
total obedience, right?

Total.

Why would I do otherwise?

Because sometimes
if a relative of ours is killed,

we focus on payback
instead of doing our job,

and that's not good for anybody.

Am I expected to pretend
my cousin wasn't killed?

Look forward always, always.
Never look back, never ever.

So, Guzman, do you agree?

-Yes, sir.
-Stand up.

You're now don Guzman.
Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.
You honor me with your trust.

-How many books have you got?
-I don't know.

You don't know?
You've never counted them?

I read them. I don't count them.

All of them?

-All of them.
-You're kidding.

Your house looks like
a public library.

In alphabetical order?

By title.

I'd rather
you didn't remove them.

Fine.

I think bringing you here
was a mistake.

Why?

Because you don't know me.
And I don't know you.

I expected a more original reply.

Sorry, that's all I got.

But I don't need to know you
to get what I want from you.

Hi.

Hi.

How... How are you doing?

-Fine.
-Want to tell me...?

No. Never mind.

You?

-I...
-How are you doing?

I'm okay, I think I'm...

...discovering myself.

Discovering my lodestar and...

I understand.

-Forgive me, Ana.
-There's no need to explain.

Yes, you know these people
better than anyone.

They hit you
where it hurts the most.

They would have killed you
had they known

I was in love with you.

I didn't know how to tell you,
and the truth is I was...

-I was scared.
-Scared of what?

Of looking at you
in the eyes and...

And not being able to...

I needed you.

And you were gone.

Good night, Daniel.

I lost a dinner because of you.

I thought they were kidding
about you being back.

-You bet against me?
-For a free meal? Sure.

It's true. I can't believe
you quit drinking.

One day at a time, right?

Listen, I need you
on the parking lot killings.

Let me finish with the old lady.

Six bodies! Move it, baby! Now!

Don't you get bored?

-I'm waiting.
-Waiting for what?

For Cardozo to phone me.

Cardozo!

Why?

That's what you do
when you serve somebody.

Don't you remember
the bastard put a bullet in you?

No, I haven't forgotten.

So, now you're going to be
his faithful puppy?

-I didn't say that.
-What then?

You think you can kill him?

Then what?

Then...

...it's over.

They're calling you.

Well, well.

It's the boss.

Yes?

Yes, sir.

Before explaining how useless

prettying up
a corpse's toenails is...

I'm not saying anything.

You look tired, sir.

I didn't get any sleep.

I hope she didn't either.

What are you talking about?

About the kiss or bite-mark
you have on your neck, sir.

That's from...

That's just...

Well, that's just... just...

Want to talk about it?

I'd rather thank you
for what you did for Rogelio.

-I just helped a little.
-You saved the business.

That's my job, sir.

I like seeing things going well.

Not so well.
I have an ethical issue to consider.

What issue?

Mrs. Martinez
was don Alvarado's client.

But don Alvarado's dead.

Somebody has to replace him.

It's my duty to inform him
about those hitjobs

and let him decide what to do.

But if you do that
we'll lose the job.

We'd lose all of them.

I'd consider it
a matter of life or death,

more than an ethical issue.

But if someone finds out,

they'd be within their rights
to ask the Council to fire me.

If someone finds out
you committed a robbery.

I prefer to call it
a temporary distraction.

It'd be the same possibility that
someone finds out about your...

...temporary distraction,
don't you agree?

I'm in the restroom.

If you miss the next shot
you buy us two rounds.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-What's your name?
-Eduardo. And you?

Eduardo?

Can I ask you something?

-Sure.
-Do I look good?

Sure. You look great.

I don't know, I feel like...

...I've got too much makeup on,
right?

No, you look great.

Eduardo.

You're leaving now
without telling anybody.

Get your car
and wait for me outside. Now.

Follow me.

Thanks.

Follow me.

On your knees.

Write.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry, Mom.

I'm doing this...

Wait.

Thanks.

Take the gun.

Aim at your head.

Fire.

What do you think?

They smashed his hand like that
to take something valuable.

Was he carrying
something valuable?

Or was he himself valuable?

I'd say both of them.

-Boss.
-Easy. He's not going anywhere.

They just called
from the Justice Department.

We need to go back to the office.

-Everybody but you two.
-Why not us?

That's all they said.
Okay, people, move it, please.

Move it. Move it. Let's go.

What the hell is this?

Mr. Cardozo.

How many were they?

-How many what?
-The guys that killed him.

One guy. We think it was one guy.

What happened here?

Three shots to the head.

A professional job.

Two bodyguards.

-Who did this job?
-How would I know?

-Making corpses is your job.
-So what?

Find out who killed him.

With all due respect,
that's their job.

I don't rush to investigate

every poor bastard's death
in this city.

This poor bastard,

this one, was my brother.

Never accept a hitjob
from an anonymous client.

"Killing well to live better."
Anonymous author.