All language subtitles for Sr.Avila.S04E06.1080p.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-SbR

I want you to kill my dad.
Do it. Kill him.

I won't kill my uncle.

-Are you killing him or not?
-Tone! Tone!

-Tone what? What?
-Watch it Tone! Watch it!

Paquito.

We're here to see Tone.

Sorry, Mr. Molina.
I need your guns. Boss's orders.

How's your nose?

Don't worry.
It was always like this.

Good.

Okay. We can get started.
Good morning gentlemen.

LEANDRO PRSICO FIVE YEARS
PREVENTING POLICE FRAUD

POLICE OFFICER
ARRESTED ACCUSED OF...

RACKETEERING AND OTHER
ORGANIZED CRIMINAL ACTIVITIES

POLICE OFFICERS ARRESTED
FOR INFLUENCE PEDDLING

POLICE OFFICERS
AGAINST POLICE CORRUPTION

-Everything okay?
-There's nothing.

-Nothing about what?
-Persico.

You're still at it?

He can't be the only
straight cop in town.

I warned you, the guy bites you
and won't let go.

Everybody has some dirt.

We need to find a way to screw him.

-Yes?
-Roberto.

Laura.

-Where are you?
-Working.

-Coming here was a bad idea.
-You shouldn't have.

-Can I ask you something?
-Yes.

Was it my fault they killed my mom?

It's... complicated.

I won't rest
until Mom's killer is in jail.

That's not happening.

They took everything from me.
Do you understand?

They took everything.

I understand that.
I'll come over as soon as I can.

Mrs. Martinez was a good deal.
Don't you agree, sir?

Depends on your viewpoint.

How do you see it?

This is how I see it.

This is what's left after paying

-the draw person and the hitmen.
-Is it too little?

It's not about being too little
or too much.

It's not our money, that's all.
That's the issue.

But we knew that
when you took the job, sir.

Why should it worry us now?

The rules.

I've followed them all my life
and made others do likewise.

And now that I'm seated here
as a don,

the first thing I do is break them.

By stealing a client
from another don.

You see what my dilemma is?

Don Guzman, as I was saying,
I'm don Alcazar.

I know, my cousin spoke a lot
about you guys.

You were Avila's right-hand man.

That's right.

So, to what do I owe the pleasure?

This is the money
for Mrs. Martinez's hitjob.

I have two options.

One is returning the money.

Obviously we wouldn't pay
the hitmen.

And they'd obviously
stop working for us,

and consequently
we'd go out of business.

Is this all?

-Yes. Of course it is.
-Are you sure?

Am I sure? Why do you ask?

It should be more.

The next option
is pretending to be insane,

and wait for somebody
to make the connection,

and be permanently retired.

Well, I must admit...

that our rates
haven't been updated yet

to those of our colleagues.

Couldn't there be a third option?

You pay the hitmen

with money that doesn't belong
to Mr. Guzman,

but to the hitmen.

I assure you that the rest

was used to pay the hitmen
that did the jobs.

That's one possibility.

What other possibility
could there be?

That you pocketed the rest.

The rest of it
you return to Mr. Guzman,

who'll be paid
for doing absolutely nothing.

We carried out these jobs
on schedule and as planned.

Then I heard
you replaced don Alvarado,

so I decided to meet you personally.

Plead partial insanity,

arguing that when
you discovered the mistake,

you decided to correct it.

We'd be the only ones
to lose anything.

No, we'll win an ally.

He's a new don.

I know what it's like

being a new don.

And all new dons

need allies.

We need alliances in this business.

You mean him or me?

Both of you, don Alcazar.

Can I get you a drink?

Yes, please.

To alliances?

Can I tell you
something confidential?

Of course.

They killed Oliverio.

They killed him over a job I did.

My cousin gave me a hitjob.

He didn't say who hired him,
just that it was urgent.

That it was strictly confidential.

In the parking lot?

How do you know?

All I can tell you is
that the guy you eliminated

was the brother of someone
very important to our firm.

A don?

Someone higher up.

Avila's brother.

Let's just say he was
don Avila's boss' brother.

Well, one of the bosses.

Holy crap!

I'm afraid so.
Holy crap is right, don Guzman.

Something else bothers me.

There was a briefcase.

-Okay. Okay!
-Drop it.

-Okay. Okay.
-Drop it. Don't move.

Okay. I don't have a gun.
Okay. Okay.

-Son of a bitch!
-Does it hurt? Does it?

I couldn't open it.

Tone. Tone. Open this.

Was the briefcase
part of the hitjob?

That was the job.

The briefcase was more important
than killing the bastard.

There, get the hell out of here.

-What was in it?
-I don't know.

The problem is...
I don't have it.

Mr. Guzman.

If the contents of the briefcase

is a hazard for our firm...

we need to inform don Avila.

Didn't don Alvarado tell you
who paid for the job?

No, but I guess
that's why he was killed.

The guy that hired him shot him
to protect his identity.

Don Alcazar.

Who killed my cousin?

-I don't know.
-Can you find out?

It's my only chance
to get the upper-hand.

-Get the upper-hand?
-Yes.

And kill that bastard
before he kills me.

How did you get it?

It was Alvarado they hired
to eliminate your brother.

-Alvarado's dead.
-He gave his cousin the job.

Guzman?

-Did he kill my brother?
-Yes, sir.

I need to speak with Guzman
before I kill him.

-We'll have to turn Guzman in.
-Right.

And he'll kill him.

Collateral damage.

What's up?

You used to talk to me.

Good morning. Good morning.

-The love of my life.
-Good morning.

What's wrong?

What?
What's with you guys?

Why are you looking at me
like a fucking leper?

I'm not in the mood for this crap.

I wouldn't be in the mood either
if I were you, officer.

I got you a coffee.

So you're saying the guy has no idea

who ordered the Alvarado job?

He hasn't the slightest idea.

Don Guzman thinks that
whoever eliminated Alvarado

wants to get rid of him too.

He should be worried.

Sir.

Did you kill don Alvarado?

You're asking me?
You were there.

Maybe he should be told

it was you who pulled the trigger.

Why would I do that?

I think he should be told

it was about following the rules

and not a personal vendetta.

You didn't see what I did.

The guy's a great hitman.

The last thing I need
is precisely that,

his personal vendetta against me.

There's always the other option.

Which is?

Eliminating don Guzman
before he discovers the truth.

And kill another don, Ivan?

Don't count on me for that.

I thought you'd like to hire us
to solve that problem.

There's less ashes here?

I'll let you know.

You must be thinking...

which of all the dirty tricks
I did will finally bury me?

Is it one?

Or several?

Did somebody turn against me

and turned me in
to save their own neck?

I reopened the Erika Duarte file.

I would've loved to meet her.

She had... instinct.

Impeccable investigation by the way.

Leave her alone.

You think Roberto Avila
was involved in her death?

I have no idea.

You should have some idea.
You guys are buddies.

Keep talking about Erika
and your dumb theories

and I'll smash your nose.

If that's how it is,

you win, I leave.

But before leaving I'd love...

to show you some evidence.

Surprised, aren't you?

What happened here?

A picture means nothing.

It means nothing?
You're with Avila at the crime scene.

A crime scene where there's a body,

with no name, no face.

A body that never went
to the morgue.

A freaking ghost.

Yes?

Don Guzman, this is don Avila.

Sir. This is a surprise.

Can we meet this evening?

-Us? You mean me?
-That's right.

-Am I in trouble, sir?
-I don't know.

You tell me.
Are you in trouble?

-Not that I know of, sir.
-Then you're not.

I'm glad to hear that.
What do you want to talk about?

In person, Guzman.

-I'll send you the address.
-Yes, sir.

Guzman, it's important for you
to understand

that you've obeyed
the firm's rules to the T,

so all the anxiety
you're experiencing

isn't really yours.

That's what the rules are for,

to relieve the conscience
of the decisions we make.

You understand that right?

-Yes, I think I do.
-No, no, no. Don't think so.

You either understand or you don't.

In this firm
there's no room for doubt,

no room for wondering,

for mistrust, for apologies.

If you're one of those,
you don't belong here.

Don Avila, I assure you

I've got what it takes
to earn your trust as a don.

We'll see about that tonight.

I'll send you the address.
See you here at 9:00.

His name is Roberto Avila.

He was a police officer.

And now,

he's just an average Joe
who's willing to cooperate.

What's the problem?

Verb tenses, Sanchez.

Verb tenses.
He was a cop. He's not a cop.

And as far as I know,

only cops can enter a crime scene.

As far as I know
all that matters in this job

is catching the bad guys.

And I'll do whatever it takes
to do so.

I'd review my methods,

to avoid tripping over
your own cord.

Where are you going, you bastard?

Is that the most important thing
in your life, really?

You got that wrong, pal.

The most important thing
in my life is this job,

and you're just a tiny part of it.

Get off your high horse.

You call a job spending your life

digging through and sniffing
your co-worker's shit?

I only sniff the shit
of guys like you,

who pretend to be cops
when they're not.

You're such a scumbag.

You're worth less than a blind spy.

Just out of curiosity, Sanchez.

How much do you think you're worth?

-Don't!
-Don't do what?

Go on, tell him, Buitre.
Don't do what?

Shut up, you moron.

Wow! The perfect duo.

But you beat him
at losing companions, right?

Refresh my memory.
How many, four?

Four so far.
God forbid it's five tomorrow.

Yes, well, God forbid.
Right, officer?

-What are you doing?
-Filing a complaint.

You just violated
your restraining order.

This means jail time for you.

Crawl back to your swamp
before I'm done.

I have to admit
you're an amazing duo.

I'm just curious,
who's going to kill who?

You're still here?
I'm almost done.

I guess that thing about
your companions being killed

like fucking dogs
doesn't matter, does it?

Think about it, Sanchez.

While you were getting plastered,

Erika Duarte
was being clobbered to death.

For each shot you ordered

they smashed another bone
in her body.

While you were screwing some hooker,

they dragged her all over the floor.

While you moaned in pleasure
she screamed in pain.

Don't, Sanchez! Stop!

Sanchez! Sanchez!

Get off of me!

I will fuck you up, motherfucker!

-That's enough.
-Want some more bitch?

-Enough.
-Want some more bitch?

-Stop it. Stop it.
-Want some more shit?

Get off of me.

No, no, that's why you're dead
and I'm still alive.

I'm dead because you put a bag
over my head.

You killed my son.

You literally begged me
to get rid of him for you.

Cry all you want in public,

but in here
you and I know the truth.

Maybe, but you're still dead.

No, it doesn't.

But you'll end up dead too
for all your scheming.

The only answer I need from you

is whether you're willing to do
what needs to be done to..

Correct this situation.

If your friend won't pay,

I'm sorry, son,

but you'll pay.

You're not Cardozo, or Ivan,

and certainly not Moreira.

I don't need to be any of them
to do my job.

No. But it helps.

Why do you think
you're any different?

You're the same scumbag I knew.

You're scared to death.
Unsecure. Broken.

I'm a man of my word,
but you can't ask me

to turn in my boss to you, please.

Then...

you know how this story ends.

-Yes?
-It's Ivan, sir.

I know. What do you want?

Did you have time to think about
what we discussed?

-No.
-Need some more time?

The answer is no, Ivan.
I'll deal with the Guzman issue.

Sir, the idea is actually
helping out each other.

I said no.

May I ask if there's any
particular reason?

How long am I going to be here?
I'm no freaking criminal!

Hey Matos. Matos. Matos. Matos.

You need to talk with the boss.
I can't be in here.

-I can't talk to you Sanchez.
-Give me a break! Really?

You almost killed him.

He's just a rat.

He isn't just after me but all of us,
including you buddy.

-Why me?
-Because you're here.

You think he cares
if you did something?

-I did nothing wrong.
-Me neither.

Not more than any cop.

Nothing to justify having
a leech like that ass on me.

You must've done something.

Fuck you, you dumb kid!
You fucking moron!

-Ana.
-Yes, sir?

I feel a little off-balance.

Then have a seat sir.

-I don't think this will work.
-Or talk to me.

What is it?

I don't know what's going on
with don Avila.

That's no longer your job, sir.

I know my job is to take care
of our business.

You miss being
don Avila's right-hand?

I miss being kept informed.

Decisions are being taken
that affect our business.

Speak with the council.

The council ignores me.

They won't see me.
They don't trust me.

Give them some time sir.

I offered to get rid of don Guzman.

-Why?
-I thought don Avila wanted to,

but he rejected the offer.

I'm sorry, but now you are
the don of this funeral home.

This is your life
and your duty is to protect it.

Enforcing the rules
so our business can survive.

The question is,

is don Guzman's death
good or bad for our business?

I think the question is,

is it good or bad
to eliminate don Guzman

for us?

Will there be anything else, sir?
Do you need me to stay?

No.

Thank you, Ana.

Good night.

Thanks, officer.

You?

What are we supposed to do with you?

Well...

apart from letting me out
I don't know.

I got you this.

Thanks, Boss.

You like this?

Of course not.

-No? It certainly seems so.
-What now?

-Persico's not filing charges.
-Really?

Really.

Now I'll have to apologize
to that moron.

He isn't filing charges

to get you doing time
for this nonsense.

He has something else on you.

Look at me, Manuel.

I'm only going to ask you this once.

Can you tell me
what we're going to find?

There's nothing, boss.

-You're sure?
-Not a thing.

Nothing.

Okay.

I believe you.

Let's do this. I'm suspending you
during the investigation.

Hand me your badge.

-Boss...
-It's okay.

Give me your badge.

Excellent.

Yes?

-Mr. Cardozo, we need to talk.
-Okay. Tomorrow.

No. We talk today.

Excuse me.

I dislike your tone, Roberto.

It's about your brother's death.
About Alvarado, sir.

Meet me at my office at 9:30.

You'd better be right.

Don Guzman.

How are you?

Don Alcazar, I'm on my way
to see don Avila.

-For what purpose?
-That's why I called you.

He didn't say
why he wants to see me,

but he did insist
he needs to see me alone.

So what's your concern?

There's only one reason
for this meeting to be held.

I think don Avila
decided to get rid of me.

Ivan.

Have you guys spoken?

Yes, we did. I spoke with him.

What did he say?

Did he mention me by any chance?

-Ivan.
-Sorry, we got disconnected.

-You were saying?
-Did he mention me at any time?

He said he needs you as his ally.

An ally?

Yes, so there's nothing
to worry about.

Okay, fine. Thanks a lot.

I mean it. Thank you.

No, no, no.
Don't mention it, don Guzman.

See you later.

Don Avila.

Don Guzman.

Thank you for coming.

We don't have much time
so please listen carefully.

Not too long ago, don Alvarado asked me
to do a hitjob for him.

A guy with a briefcase
chained to his wrist.

That's right.

He was the brother
of a very powerful man.

Yes, I know.

His name is Cardozo.
He's coming over.

Don't worry.

He doesn't know you're here.

-Did you speak with Dad?
-He wants me to pay for his men.

That's none of his business.

The people we work for

are very powerful
because they weaken us,

they find out what makes us human,

and take it away from us.

Then they make us believe
in some rules

that we can't question,
they use us for their benefit.

Take advantage of us,

while making us believe we have...

Power.

Freedom.

When we're actually just...

-feeding the illusion.
-You're paying me.

Why the hell does that jerk
get involved?

Why tell me all this?

I want you to put a bullet
in Cardozo's head.

I want you to kill my dad.

Why would I kill him?

Because he'll kill you if you don't.

But more importantly,

for us.

For our organization.

To cut off the monster's head
once and for all

and be free.

They'll come after me.

Nobody's going to touch you.
I will protect you, trust me.

Just do this for me.

I don't care.
You're not going to screw me.

You're not screwing me.

Roberto, this had better be
a matter of life or death.

I assure you it is.

Mr. Cardozo.

Meet don Guzman.

-He's here so you guys can...
-You killed my brother.

I'm sorry about your brother.
I'm killing you too.

Roberto! Roberto!

Sir.

Sir, are you okay?

I don't get what just happened.

Me neither.

He said he wanted to see you.

I took his gun
but he had another one.

You saved my life.

Just in time, sir.

I was sure you wanted the opposite.

What I want is irrelevant.

Don't be so modest, Avila.

It's not modesty, sir,
just interest.

Your death is of no benefit to me.

Besides,

there's your brother's killer.

I wanted to know
who ordered his death,

but I didn't have the time
to ask him.

Thanks, Avila.

I won't forget this.