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A TIME FOR BRAVERY

- How'd it go?
- All good.

- Yeah, we're cool.
- Great.

Everything's fine,
we're running on time. Take a look.

What about the truck?

What about it? It's a truck.
It goes up to 110.

Don't worry, drives great.

- There we go.
- Are we all set?

Yes, sir.

Are you gonna swap this one
with a full one?

- Or something.
- No one's gonna notice it?

That's the idea.

- Take it away.
- If you say so.

- Move it.
- Montero!

This way!

Hello, sir. Mind if we sit?

No, please.

- Thank you.
- Have you eaten yet?

Yeah, yeah. We made a quick pit stop.

With my cargo in the truck?

Yeah, but… Don't worry,
we kept an eye on it through the window.

So then, everything's good?

- Good.
- Yeah.

Not even our wives know anything.

Can you believe
they think we're praying to Saint Jude?

And what about the guys at the factory?
You're sure no one else knows?

No, they don't know anything.
It all went fine. There were no issues.

Casasola was transferred in
about, uh, a month ago?

- Mm-hmm.
- From the Bajío region.

He already had a spare set of keys,
so everything was quiet and clean.

Just the way you like it.

So, it sounds like everything's good.

Of course.

Well then, boys.

Next week, you can expect to get paid.

Thank you, sir.

And you? You've been awfully quiet.

You tell anyone?

No, no one.

You're sure?

Yes, sir.

You didn't tell anybody
about the extra cash you're making?

No, no one.

None of your friends?
Not even one of the guys where you work?

Some girl you're banging?

- No.
- No way.

- Perfect then.
- Okay.

Calm down. Relax.

It's gonna be fine.

Keep on breathing.

Breathe. Breathe.

You just have to tell me
who else you told.

No one!
I didn't tell anyone, Solares. I didn't.

It'd be better for you if you did.

But I didn't tell anyone!

Are you sure you don't want
to reconsider that? Lie to me.

Look at your friend over there.

He said nobody else knew. What happened?

- He died.
- No one knows anything, Solares.

I swear on my kids' lives.
On my kids' lives! I swear!

- Oh, stop.
- Please, I swear!

You need to understand something.

If no one else knows you're here,

then killing you
would tie all the loose ends up.

But if someone does know you're here,
then I can't kill you.

You understand?

Uh…

Yes. Yes. Uh…

- Someone knows I'm here.
- Okay.

- Yeah?
- Yes, yes.

I don't think so.

No!

No, Solares, no!

Please, no! Please!

What is it?

- Good morning, Commissioner.
- Well, it was.

Did you see that match on TV last night?

Enough small talk, Montijo.

- What's the news?
- Uh, not a lot.

Three cars were stolen--

- Not the small stuff.
- Of course.

Uh, a woman reported a break-in,
and she said some guys took her stuff.

- Is she hurt?
- Not much.

- Give it to Gómez.
- Well, we had a bar fight.

Two bouncers beat a kid up
while dragging him out of the door.

He died in the hospital last night
from internal injuries.

Jesus Christ.

Also, the guy who owns the place
is a contributor, and…

he wants to hear from you.

Give it to Jiménez,
but have him talk to me first.

Last item, the wives
of a couple of military guys

have reported they've disappeared.

According to them, the men were going
to the Saint Jude Shrine to pray,

and then… never came home.

Talk to Ugarte. Hang on. Ugarte!

Yes, sir?

Montijo can fill you in.

We've got two missing persons
that I want you to--

S-Sorry. Sorry, Commissioner.

Uh… Aren't you going to give Díaz a case?

Why?

- You didn't hear?
- Hear what?

Díaz is a wreck.

Last week he saw his wife
stepping out with someone else.

Guess she's been cheating on him
for the last six months.

Yeah. So maybe
you could throw him a case, or…

- It's like occupational therapy.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Of course.
But is the man even fit to work?

I know he's taking sleeping pills,

but we could probably do
the same thing we did,

you know, when Gómez's kid passed away.

Assign a shrink to ride with him.

I'll request availability
from the judge, okay?

This isn't what we agreed to.

Yes, I understand, sir, but listen.

Didn't the judge say I could give lectures
to students at low-income high schools?

Or help by working
with children with disabilities, maybe?

Thank you. Uh, yes.

But the police department is dangerous.
I've heard of abductions, and…

- Who is it?
- Hmm.

People do get abducted, sir.
It's the Wild West there.

Mm-hmm. Of course.

Ugh!

Community service is just
a condition of my temporary suspension.

This way, I'm able to use
my skills as a psychologist,

while helping the community
and working off any criminal charges.

- Yeah, but why at the Police Department?
- I don't know.

What are they gonna
have you do there, sweetie?

I don't know. He said that
I'd be helping out a detective.

I'll be fine. I'll get out of it somehow.

Try not to stress too much about me.

Oh, hey, your mom called
to see if we were coming over.

Over there?

It's Pesach.

Is it Pesach?

Has it been a year already? Uh…

- Hang on a second.
- I thought this time we'd make it just…

Just me and you?

Oh, okay. Sure.

Unless that's not something you want.

No, it sounds perfect.

No, you don't sound interested.

- Diana, relax. Of course I'm interested.
- Sure, but you don't act like it.

Look, babe, you know I would love that.

Getting to spend the whole night
having dinner on our own. Okay?

So don't worry so much. Hm?

Okay, Doctor Silverstein.

Says here you were convicted for, um…

I hit somebody on the road.

Well, I mean, to be clear,
she actually threw herself under the car.

Her kids sued me.

The woman was just fine, by the way.

On the other hand,
I lost my car, my driver's license,

my professional license.
The whole shebang.

Because of that, the judge
ordered you to do community service.

Yes, I understand that.

I'm just curious as to
exactly what I can do for you.

Listen, doctor, one of our agents is going
through a really rough patch right now.

A few days ago, he found out
his wife's been leading a double life.

She was secretly seeing another man.

She's secretly a superhero,
and at night she fights crime.

She was fooling around with someone else.

A coworker.

He followed her one night
and found them together.

Ah. I see.

I was hoping that
you could help Detective Díaz.

Maybe try to, uh, get him back
in the swing of things, sort of like…

- Occupational therapy.
- Exactly.

Uh, listen, officer.

I know someone, who's, uh,
an extraordinary couple's therapist.

She'd be perfect
for a situation like this.

No, no, no, no.
This is a one-on-one thing, doctor.

And… you're sure that there…

isn't something else
we could to do solve this problem?

Well, that sounds like a bribe, doctor.

- No.
- I hope not.

Because we can always increase
your community service hours.

I don't know if you've been
outside the city lately,

but we have plenty of trash out there…

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm not suggesting a bribe,
just a different solution, okay?

Look, doctor, here's the thing.

Díaz is the son
of one of my very best friends.

We were family.

So you should think of this
as a personal favor. Mm?

And he's aware that you're asking me to…
to help him out at work?

I might've mentioned something to him.
Ah, there he is. Díaz!

There he is! How's it going?

Good morning, Commissioner.

- How are you?
- Better now that you're here. Hm?

- Montijo.
- What's up, Díaz? All good?

Yeah, it's all good. I think.

Díaz, I'd like to introduce you
to Dr. Liebermann.

Silverstein.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Well, Silverman is--

Silverstein. It's Silverstein.

He's from the city.

He's a psychologist.

And we've asked him
to ride along with you on your shifts.

- Montijo can brief you about--
- Hold on a minute. I'm what?

Sorry, could you repeat that?

You're saying you want me
out there with him, patrolling?

Isn't that dangerous?

No, I don't think so, no.

You'll just accompany him
on his daily routine.

- Besides, Díaz is one of the best…
- Commissioner.

The doctor's right. This isn't necessary.

I don't need a babysitter.

There you go.

I'm fine.

He looks fine.

Relax, okay?

Mm.

- We're gonna figure this out together.
- Mm-hmm.

Look in my eyes, Díaz.

Every tragedy presents an exit lane.

And once you realize
that exit lane exists,

our present dilemmas
seem much less tragic.

I have a feeling
you two will get along fine.

All right, um… shall we begin?

So, tell me what's troubling you.

Uh… My wife.

We got married four years ago, and…

Mm-hmm.

She's been seeing another man.

Okay. Well, that's a problem.

You've never cheated on her?

Uh, a few times, yeah.

Did you tell her?

- No.
- And why didn't you?

- It's not that easy.
- Of course it's not.

But what I want is for you to tell me
how this situation has been affecting you.

How do you feel?

- How I feel is… anxious.
- Watch out, watch out.

Red light, red light!

You crazy son of a bitch!

Um…

Did you go tell her off
after it all happened?

- No.
- And why not? Why didn't you confront her?

I didn't see the point in it.

Was that really the reason,
or were you afraid to confront her?

Afraid of what? The worst is over.

If that's what you believe,
then you should be able to sleep at night.

Without pills.

You said yourself the worst is over,
but if I'm being honest with you,

I'm seeing a guy who's panicking.

Am I getting close?

Panic's the feeling, uh…

The feeling that
all your worst fears are true,

and about to manifest into reality.

What the hell!

So… what am I afraid of?

That's exactly
what we'll work on discovering, together.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- How are you? Morning.

Him. Over there.

Hey, good morning.
Thanks for meeting with us.

- Officer.
- I just have a few questions.

Hello.

So, you're sure there was
no one else with them, right?

Yes, absolutely.

Could they have snuck off
with another woman? Lovers? Friends?

Not Montero.
Casasola I don't know very well.

He just transferred from the Bajío region.

And are you still
in contact with the factories?

Yes, of course. Part of my job.

Well, if you find out
any more details, let me know.

Okay.

If either of them had side businesses,

or if there's any missing
explosives or weapons.

- Anything.
- Of course.

Let me give you my number
in case you remember anything.

Uh… Do you have a piece of paper?

- Yes, of course.
- So I can…

Thanks.

Perfect.

Thank you.

Cross out my name, please.

Excuse me?

Hmm?

What did you say?

My number is on there,
in case you need to… talk to someone.

Okay.

There you go.

Excuse me, gentlemen.
General Valdés is ready for you.

Great, thanks.
Well, thank you for everything…

- Santos.
- Santos.

Santos.

The thing is, Casasola told his wife
that he was leaving in Montero's car,

and Montero told his wife
they were taking Casasola's.

But both cars are parked at their homes.

Did they have access to military vehicles?

No.

To my knowledge, they didn't have access
to any military vehicles.

You okay?

Be right back.

And, uh…

And were they connected to…
to any arms trafficking?

You fucking lied to me!

Excuse me?

I read this article in a local newspaper
about military servicemen

who are involved
in some sort of arms trafficking.

Not-- Not all of them, of course.
That's generalizing.

Uh, just a few bad seeds.

No, they had no connection
to arms trafficking.

No! No, you're just a whore!

And did you notice
anything strange about their behavior?

Any, uh… late-night phone calls?

There were no odd phone calls.

Okay.

And that Nazi was just staring at me,
judging everything about me.

I was completely exposed in there,
you know?

I looked like an idiot.

You were right.

- Right about what?
- I still needed to confront her.

That's it. Yes. You know?
I needed to confront her.

Now I feel better.

And why do you think
you hadn't confronted her yet?

Was there perhaps something worse
you were afraid would happen?

Sure, she cheated on me,
but she didn't leave me.

And if you insulted her
she might have left?

Your panic is directly related
to your feelings of abandonment.

Can you think of something
that happened in your childhood

that'd have created these feelings?

Um…

I think maybe my mother
leaving my dad after he lost his job?

Well, there you go.

That's a fundamental moment for you, Díaz.
This is progress.

- What did your dad do for a living?
- He was a cop too.

Interesting. And why did get fired?

He was caught reselling stolen goods
he swiped from an evidence locker.

Big mistake.

Ah, so your father
was accused in an act of corruption.

And how old were you at the time?

I must have been… 13, 14.

Hmm, that's interesting.

Just as you reach puberty,
the crucial stage in any young man's life.

There you are, on the verge of manhood.

And your father, his life's falling apart
right in front of whose disapproving eyes?

- My mother?
- A woman's eyes, Díaz!

"Poor me. No woman will ever love me."

"I'm not sure I'm a real man."

And to top it off,
there are all the usual male dilemmas.

"Maybe he's better in bed than I am,
that's why she left."

"Maybe she left because
he lasts longer than I do," right?

"Maybe she left because his erection
is so much firmer than mine."

Whoa!

You son of a bitch!
You just hit my car, asshole!

Stop the car, you motherfucker!
I'll fucking…

Díaz, you just ran into that man's car.

- No, I barely tapped it.
- No, Díaz, I saw it with my own eyes.

- You rammed into somebody's car there.
- Come on.

It's fine. Relax, okay?

Whatever you say. But you did.

Okay. Thanks for the ride, Díaz.

No problem. Thanks to you,
I'll be able to sleep tonight.

Oh, I almost forgot to give you my card.

Here. This is my number, so you have it.

If you need anything, just give me a call.
Okay? I'm a night owl.

- Hopefully I'm not too much trouble.
- Don't worry about that.

Is that your dad?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

That's a nice photo.

Good night.

I remember I was embarrassed by him.

After he got fired, he was always home.

He would always walk around
in the same sweatpants.

We would argue all the time.

Right.

I wanted him to change. Instead…

Yeah.

…I should have focused on enjoying
the extra time I got to spend with my dad.

Yeah, unfortunately,
we have to end here for the day, Díaz.

But I can see this is
a very, very important issue.

- Yeah.
- I forgot to ask, where do you live?

- In mid-city.
- Oh…

I mean, I'm not going home tonight.
I've been staying in a motel.

I'm just not ready to go there.

Right.

Especially after what I said to Mónica.

Sure, of course.

Okay, see you tomorrow.

Yeah, get some rest.

What're you doing for dinner?

Come in. Hello!

Hi!

Hello, sweetie.

- Hi.
- Let me introduce you.

This is my wife, Diana.
Diana, this is Detective Díaz.

I still don't know your first name.
What is it?

- Cameron.
- "Cameron Diaz."

That's funny…

No, I'm kidding.

Bad joke I got from my dad.
My name's Alfredo.

- Nice to meet you.
- Welcome. Please make yourself at home.

Come on in. The house is a 19th century
with an integrated office.

Please, just make yourself at home.
Okay? Okay, welcome.

Hey.

Sorry, I had to invite him.
He's going through a really rough patch.

- We'll do something another time.
- Seriously? Why are you doing this to me?

Don't be mad, don't be mad.

One more thing. Please don't be
too affectionate in front of him.

He's going through a crisis,
and he's really sensitive.

- I don't want him to feel worse.
- Mmm.

Love you.

So, do you want to listen to classical,
or should we play something else?

- Oh, I'm cool, whatever you guys want.
- Okay, great.

Come sit.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Is that you?

- It's Peña De Bernal.
- Love that shot.

I took it during our last trip together.
That was what? Three years ago?

Yeah, three years ago.
I had just gotten into rock climbing.

I know it looks dangerous, but he was
only a meter and half off the ground.

- Hmm.
- He acts brave.

But he's my sweet teddy bear. Hmm?

Should we eat?

Careful with that. It's bitter.

Mm. That's bitter.

We eat it to remind ourselves
of a time when we were slaves.

During World War II?

That too, but no.

In Egypt. It was 4,000 or 5,000 years ago,
when we built the pyramids.

- We didn't build the pyramids.
- We did. Our ancestors did.

- There is no proof that ever happened.
- Let's not argue.

- Don't bore him with a history lesson.
- This is not boring. It's fascinating.

Isn't it, Díaz?

- Matzo ball?
- Mm. Uh, yes, thanks.

- Thank you.
- Mm!

- This is delicious, my love, thank you.
- I'm so glad.

Thank you.

Who would've imagined
we'd have this kind of crossover?

I can say I have a friend
who's a police officer.

You can say
you have a friend who's Jewish.

There's a lot of prejudice
when it comes to the police, right?

"Prejudice."
I don't know if I'd call it that.

There's a lot of corruption
in the police department, hm?

Come on, Di.

There's some.

But when you consider the pay scale…

Well, doctors and teachers don't make much
in this country, but they're not corrupt.

- Diana…
- Because they don't carry guns.

If I were in charge,
I'd give them all a pay raise.

No one wants
a pissed off cop with a gun, right?

- Right.
- Right.

- I really love your balls.
- Yeah, homemade.

Thank you. They're store-bought.

So, what'd you do today?

Um… nothing.

- I went to the dentist.
- Hm? How'd it go?

It was okay. He said I need
a root canal or something.

- You're kidding. Hate those.
- Mm-hmm.

And then I was just job hunting.

Diana's company
closed down a few months back,

so now she's on the hunt
for a new accounting job.

Yeah, well…

Are you okay, Díaz?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Oh! Uh, Sandrita called. She won't be able
to come clean on Thursday.

Are you sure you're okay?
You look a bit stressed.

No.

I think your wife is cheating.

What?

What? What are you saying?

I can tell. She's cheating on you.

- What?
- Why are you saying that, Díaz? No, no.

So, are you cheating?

No, I don't know what…

- How can you say that?
- Are you cheating?

Díaz, calm down.

- Hey.
- What are you doing? You sound insane.

What is the matter with you?
Calm down, okay?

- Answer the question. Are you cheating?
- Hey! Whoa, whoa! Hey!

- Díaz. Calm down, calm down.
- Are you?!

Let's all just calm down.
Okay? Deep breaths.

Díaz, Díaz, Díaz. Don't look at her.

Look at me. I want you to look at me.
This is called projecting.

It's not about her,
you're talking about your own wife!

Díaz, calm… Uh, hey! Hey!

- No, no, no…
- Díaz!

- Put the gun down.
- Are you cheating on him?

Huh? Answer me!

- It's a really easy question.
- Put the gun down, Díaz.

- Yes or no!
- Gun down!

- Yes or no? Easy answer. Yes or no?
- Put it down!

- Yes, yes, yes!
- Wait, what?

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes. Yes.

I'm sorry, yes?

Okay. It's true. It's true.
But I love you, Mariano. I swear!

I don't understand.
How could you cheat on me?

- It happened. Sorry.
- How could you do this?

It just happened.

How does something like that
just happen, Diana?

I don't want to hear it.

How am I supposed
to trust anything you say?

I just wanted to hurt you.
I thought you had cheated already and…

You thought I cheated? When?
I'm at work all day, Diana.

It was after the literature workshop.

We were reading
and analyzing Madame Bovary.

The teacher told me I was so much like her
and that she was a brave lady.

Madame Bovary was brave because
she lived in another century, Diana!

Women back then were repressed
and didn't cheat on their husbands.

Nowadays, all women cheat on them.

- So, guess what? You just joined the club!
- No, no…

- Yes, you did!
- Please, wait.

No!

What's your problem? I mean,
what gives you the right to say all that?

You know who he is?

It's… a teacher at the literature workshop
she's taking. Dumbass.

How the hell did you figure it out?

It took her way too long
to answer a very simple question.

Also, she's not even wearing her ring.

They always do that.

Díaz, we never actually got married.
We don't have rings.

Mm.

Ugh, I gotta get out of here.
Please, get me out of here.

- Please, Mariano…
- Don't talk to me.

Ugh. What a bitch.

I don't understand it.
I must be such an idiot.

Why?

I was the one who neglected
our relationship over the last few years.

My focus was on my career, you know?

I went to, like, 20 conferences alone.
She's right.

She's right.

You really believe that?
I mean, she cheated.

So what? I'm not innocent in all this.

I've done stuff too and never thought
it was awful or that it mattered much.

Why should I act all macho now?

I get it, but she would probably think
your shit is terrible, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And that's why I'm trying to…
to approach this situation with maturity

and give myself some distance,
so it's not such a tragedy, you know?

Sure, that's what you think,
but… not what you feel.

Yes, but what you think
is more important in this situation.

It's about what you think,
not what you feel.

And the truth is…

The truth is,
I don't know what I feel, Díaz.

Dispatch copy. Car 5 and 22.

Dispatch to car 17.

Go for 17.

There you go.

There you go.
Let it all out. There you go.

Cry it out.

Cry it out, my friend. You'll be okay.

- What a bitch!
- That's right, what a bitch!

What a bitch…

Díaz, do you copy?

- Díaz here. Copy, dispatch.
- What a bitch…

Two bodies were found
in the trunk of a truck in Tláhuac.

Could be the missing persons
you were looking for.

Roger. I'm on my way.

FORENSIC MEDICAL SERVICE

Here, sir.

Here, take this.

These are your guys, Díaz!

Guess we should tell their wives
their drinking days are behind them.

Commissioner.

Look at this. They knew
to dump the truck in the deepest section.

These guys aren't amateurs.

If they hadn't removed that, uh…

- What do you call it?
- The hyacinths.

- The what?
- Hyacinths.

If it weren't for that,
we wouldn't have found them.

Sorry.

Any ideas?

No. Maybe they were trying to take
the truck apart, and they screwed it up.

Or they were selling black market weapons.

Who knows?

How are things going
with the doctor, Díaz?

Good, he's keeping me in line.

Are you good
to continue with this investigation?

Yeah, I'm good.

Mm-hmm.

We know anything else about the truck?

It didn't have any plates,
but we know the VIN,

so we're checking into that.

Did you notice the lock?
That's not standard for that truck.

It's definitely stolen.
Get in touch with Dr. Ramírez.

Tell him we need a full report
by tomorrow morning.

And let me know if you find
anything else in the truck.

You got it.

LUXURY SUITES

MADRID HOTEL

All right.

What you need's a clean bed,
some fresh sheets.

A good shower and some rest.

Good evening.

- Here's your key.
- Okay, thanks.

- Who's this guy?
- Colleague.

These fucking cops, I swear.

Here, take one of these.

Might as well take both.

Good.

Okay, bedtime.

You're gonna sleep like a baby.

Sleep tight.

Good night, Díaz.

The coroner's report'll be ready
in half an hour. You coming?

Isn't that above my pay grade?

Nah. You'll love it. Hm?

As you can see, the bullet
entered through the occipital region,

and exited through
the anterior part of the neck.

It also grazed
the inner side of his left calf.

We also found that Casasola's palms
were covered in ferrous particles.

Likely from iron or lead,

suggesting he may
have been handling something heavy

for an extended period of time.

As for his friend,

Montero was either shot standing
against a wall or while on the floor.

Point of entry was here.
Right side of the skull.

It traveled in a downward trajectory,
stopping at the second molar.

We extracted the bullet,
though it was badly damaged.

I sent it to Ballistics.

You're new, aren't you?

No, this is my friend. He's feeling down.
I thought this might be fun for him.

Right?

Mm.

Well, look at it this way. You're having
a much better day than these two.

Next!

- Morning.
- Good morning.

Morning.

I'm here about the report
on Casasola and Montero.

MISSING CAT - LOLA

I just got it half an hour ago.
It'll take a minute.

So, wait.

Okay.

Out there?

QUIET
RESPECT THE SHOOTER

I should be seeing my patients.

I just don't want anyone
to see me like this.

I should at least call them
and let them know what's going on.

Shouldn't I?

Or I don't tell them shit
and let it all fall apart, right?

They always mess up their lives,
so maybe today's my turn.

Hey. You wanna try?

Mm?

No.

Not me. I couldn't.

Wow, I feel like I'm in Lethal Weapon.

- Yeah, right?
- Yeah!

This is a .40 caliber.

Eight shots, semiautomatic.

It's precise within 35 meters,
effective range of up to 120 meters.

- Understood.
- Insert the full magazine like this.

Okay.

Safety off.

Chamber gets the first round.

Your right hand goes on the grip,
the other hand is for support.

Loosen your elbows.

You want to keep your finger
off the trigger as a precaution

until you're ready to shoot.

This way,
you don't accidentally kill yourself.

- Right.
- Okay. Aim at the enemy…

I don't have any enemies!

Very nice.

- Yeah.
- You got him.

Okay, your turn.

All right.

Insert the full magazine.

Take the safety off,
load a round in the roof…

- Chamber.
- The chamber.

Right hand tight on the grip. Support.

Keep my elbows and knees loose
so I don't kill myself.

And shoot.

- Not bad, I hit it three times, Díaz.
- You even hit the target once.

- Very nice.
- Not bad.

You're shooting to your left.
You see that?

- Yeah--
- Think of Diana's teacher.

And which direction did yours go?

- What do you mean?
- Your shots.

Where are the other shots
that didn't hit the board?

Take a closer look, Doc.

They all hit the same spot.
See that? Boom-boom.

I thought you were waiting
for your report.

Oh yeah, sorry. Let's go, killer.

CUAUHTÉMOC BOROUGH

So the gun was a .38 Smith…
Yeah, that makes sense. A .38 Special.

Why does it make sense?

Well, what happens when you fire a gun?

Casing gets ejected. And what are casings?

Evidence.
You don't want to leave evidence.

But with revolvers,
the casing stays in the drum.

- They're harder to trace.
- Hmm.

But it's still useful information, right?

Sure, except about
750,000 people own a .38 Special.

You can find them on the black market for…
what, less than a nice dinner?

Díaz, do you copy? Díaz?

One sec. Copy, Montijo.

You were right. The truck was stolen.

It was last seen two weeks ago
at Chabacano station.

- Which side was it parked on?
- I don't know. Next to the main road.

Yeah, that goes towards the Center.
Was it grand theft auto or a carjacking?

Do we know if anyone's
filed a report on a stolen truck?

Grand theft auto.

- Day or night?
- During the day. 3:00 p.m.

- Thanks, Montijo.
- You're welcome, Díaz.

Where are we going?

To Tepito. We'll visit a friend of mine.

- How you doing? You feeling better?
- Yes. Going with the flow. You know?

That's right. Go with the flow.

- You smoke?
- No, thank you.

What's this? What are you doing?

- Smoking. What does it look like?
- Yes, but that's marijuana.

- So?
- You're a police officer.

So?

And marijuana's illegal.

Are you telling me
you've never smoked weed?

No, no, no. It doesn't matter
if I've ever smoked it or not.

That's not the point.

The point is, we're in a police car.
We should be setting an example.

Fine, you're setting an example.
Good for you.

Also, you don't know if I smoke marijuana.

- It's not your business anyway.
- If you had, you wouldn't be so judgy.

Oh, fuck it. Give me that. I've earned it.

Mm.

Seriously, this is insane.
Smoking in broad daylight.

You wanna swallow the smoke
and hold it for a while.

You're a little shit, you know that?
Running red lights, smoking marijuana.

How long do I hold it?

As long as you want, as long as you can.

And then you let it out nice and slow.

THE GUT SHRINKER TEA

How dumb do they think we are, man?

"The Gut Shrinker."

- A drink that will shrink your gut.
- Mmm.

Isn't it crazy how they do that?

They try to trick us by putting
these ads up everywhere, you know?

You know what's weird?

Your wife tricked you,
but you don't want ads tricking you.

- The two of us, huh? Brothers, right?
- The two of us.

This thing is not working.
I don't feel anything.

I am really, really, really hungry, man.

- Hey.
- Look who's here. What's up, man?

We still got that thing pending.

Appreciate it.

- Long time no see, baby!
- Hey, good-lookin'.

I'm hungry, Díaz.

We'll get food after we see my friend.

- Who is this friend?
- A car thief.

What do you mean, a car thief?

There's a car thief roaming around
and he's not under arrest?

If I arrested him,
we wouldn't have information.

And besides, he's my friend.

In here?

What? Trust me, brother. Trust me.

Not like that, you'll hurt yourself.
Come on, guard up.

You're going to throw a jab, boom,
and finish with a hook. Boom!

All right? Hit it!

All right, that was good.

- What?
- I'm here to see The Accountant.

- There's no accountant here.
- Come on, Wazowski.

Why you gotta give me a hard time?
Open the door.

- It's your funeral.
- Who the fuck is it?

It's not me!

- Not you what? Whoa, whoa!
- No, no!

- Stop, stop!
- Come here!

Enough, enough, enough!

- You win.
- I win? Come on!

Calm down, calm down! He's a friend.
Put the guns down. Come on, put 'em down!

- That's enough.
- You're the one who ran.

Go. I just came to talk to you, man.

Okay. Let's go over there.

What's the matter with this fucking guy?
He's touching our balls.

Oh. Don't worry, I know where they were.
They were right here, okay?

One here and one here.
I checked before grabbing them. See?

Here.

You want a soda or a beer?

I'd love a glass of mineral water, please.

I'll have a water too.

- Who's this guy?
- My psychologist.

That's right.

Okay, dickhead.

I'm investigating a Kangoo truck
that disappeared a couple weeks ago.

It was parked at Chabacano station.

I've been working imported goods
for two years now. Nothing else.

You wanna fuck me around, huh?

Keep playing games,
and I'll throw your ass in a cell.

No, no, I'm not playing games.

Do you know how much we'd get
from a chop shop on a car like that?

Do you know what they sell it for?

They earn ten times the money I do,
and I still gotta pay off the cops.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

So who's ballsy enough to steal the truck?

- In the middle of the day.
- The Colombians.

We've had to put those bastards
in their place three times already,

but they keep coming back like roaches.

- Hey! Hang on. Chucky!
- Hmm?

Find out who stole a Kangoo around
a roadside entrance of Chabacano station.

Now, asshole!

Who the fuck should I ask?

You should know this by now, man.

You've been hustling since you were 15,

and you still don't know
who to ask about a set of wheels?

Gimme a break!

Hey, sweetheart.

You want me to break your fingers
and shove them up your ass for you?

- No, that's okay. Thanks.
- What?

Oh, the food?
Sorry. I didn't know it was yours.

You could fucking ask.

- Hey, I'm with Díaz, okay?
- And why should I give a fuck about that?

Why do you have to be so antagonistic?

Wouldn't it be better
if we could all be friends here?

- What's up?
- Who's this?

It's Marcos, man. Chucky.

Hey, what's up, Chucky?

Dude, The Accountant is looking for info

on someone who stole a beige Kangoo truck.

- Where?
- Around Chabacano station.

- When?
- Uh… I don't know, hang on a second.

Yo, when'd you say it was?

Hey, asshole, who told you
what color the truck was?

Didn't he say it?
You said the color, right?

It was beige, but I didn't mention it.

Yeah, he never referenced the color.

Okay, so I guessed it then.
What's wrong with that?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Boss, what's the deal, man?

This is the hand that has fed you
for the last three years.

This is how you repay
everything I've done?

You ungrateful fucking delinquent.

You serious? Your hand feeds me?

Your cut is fifty grand per ride
and I get ten, man.

You're just a cheap old bastard,

and I'm the one out there
breaking my fucking back.

I'm taking all the risks out there.

You're calling me a cheap bastard?

Ow!

I didn't mean to lie.

It's just that dude was my client before
I started working for The Accountant.

The job was quick and easy.
Grab the truck.

- They paid me cash upfront and that's…
- Who is this guy?

Uh, his name's Óscar.

We only ever talk on the phone,
but he's always the one who calls me.

Really, I don't know
anything else about his business.

- I'm not some nosy bitch.
- Where'd he want you to leave the truck?

I brought it to a parking lot
near del Salvador and Bolívar.

Changed out the locks and the starter,
and I split.

Oh, right in front
of a military complex, huh?

I don't know, man,
del Salvador and Bolívar.

So, did he already pay you for the job?

Yeah, I got paid soon as it was done.

And I haven't seen the dude since.

Where haven't you seen him, Chucky?

Nowhere. I-I said I haven't seen him.

No, man, you said,
"I haven't seen him since."

So I assume you'd seen him before then.
I want to know where.

I don't get it. What do you mean?

Oh! Son of a bitch!

Quit fucking around, Chucky.

Either you're just screwing with me,
or you're a fucking idiot.

You better start showing me some respect.
Tell me where you saw him before the job.

A seafood restaurant, okay?

You met with him several times?

Several times? What do you mean?

- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- No, no, no, no! Cut it out, dude!

Why don't you just take me
to the police station?

Then you can look for this guy,
'cause I don't know anything.

- Keep walking, Chucky.
- "Keep walking, Chucky. Keep walking."

If we lived anywhere else,
I'd be in witness protection already.

Set up with a new life,
new house, new hot wife.

Maybe start a family. All that shit.

You see him?

He's not here, boss.

Well, then we can wait for him.

What's up with you?

- Oh, shit…
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm cool.

Thank you, my friend.

What?

How you doing?

- Yes?
- Is it all right if we talk for a moment?

Sure, why not?

Thank you, Diego.

- Hi, how are you?
- Good, thanks.

I'm an agent with the Federal Police.

I'm investigating a lead on a stolen truck
that was found in Tláhuac,

with two dead bodies stuffed in the trunk.

And what's strange is
that lead led us directly to you.

What?

And why's that?

That's what we're hoping you can tell us.

I have nothing to do with it.

Don't worry. We're not in a hurry, right?

- We're not in a hurry.
- No.

We can figure it out together.

What are you doing in here?

Well, right now I'm having a coffee.

- I see. The coffee's good here, right?
- Mm.

And what do you for a living?

I'm unemployed.

Really? What's your name?

Carlos.

Could I see some ID please?

Don't have a wallet.

No? Nothing?

- In that case, you're coming with us.
- What? Why?

- Because you're not cooperating.
- No, that's not true.

And besides, shouldn't you be the ones
showing me your badges and IDs?

Yes, of course. Of course.

Here.

INVESTIGATIVE POLICE

- Here you go.
- Alfredo Díaz.

And you?

- Please?
- We're the ones asking questions.

Any relationship
with the guy over there at the bar?

- Who?
- Greasy-looking asshole with the hair.

- Don't know him.
- That's funny.

Because that car thief just identified you

as the buyer
of the truck we found in Tláhuac.

Yeah. What's this?

Oh God.

Oh, is that how you wanna play this out?

Lisandro Prada.

What's Camarasa?
Thought you were unemployed.

Oh, he's not gonna talk.

So now you have nothing to say to us?

Look.

Why don't you go back to work

and leave me in peace
to drink my coffee, okay?

Come again?

Are you a cop?

Díaz, let's go.

What are you up to? You can tell me.
Come on. Drugs? Weapons?

What is Camarasa?

- Detective, I'm doing you a favor.
- Who are you?

One more question,
and you'll catch a stray bullet.

It wouldn't be hard
to justify at this point.

- Díaz, let's go. Please.
- Yeah, I-I just wanna…

Who are you?

One more question…

and you're leaving in a body bag.

- Oh God!
- You're under arrest

for interfering with an officer.

And for disrespecting me.

Get up.

Stand up. Slowly, slowly.

Let's go.

Nice and easy. Hands where I can see them.

Don't try anything stupid, you got that?

Come on, asshole. Hands against the car.

What do we have here?

Let's see, what's this?

Looky here, a .38 Special.

Did you know this is what
they used to kill the guys?

Oh! Oh my God!

Don't move!

Officer!

Officer! Officer!

- Officer!
- Arrest that man!

I'm a federal agent! I'm Officer Díaz!

Do as I say!

Get on the ground!
I'm with the National Intelligence Agency!

On the ground!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Where are you going, asshole?

Okay! Okay! Okay, man! Easy.

Let him go! Let him go!
He's got nothing to do with this!

They're my suspects.
I'm taking them in for interrogation.

I'm a cop! Here's my badge!
Look at my badge! I'm Officer Díaz.

It happened so fast and got so violent.

And the crazy thing is,
he never once identified himself to us

as an officer of
the Intelligence Department or anything.

In fact, he actually refused
to identify himself at all.

In my opinion, he was the one
acting like a criminal. Mm-hmm.

He threatened Díaz,
even after he identified himself.

He said, "Keep asking questions,

and you're both going to end up
in a body bag."

He was saying stuff like that.

Agent Sosa was working
as an undercover agent

for the Intelligence Agency,
so now you know.

For obvious security reasons,

we cannot disclose any information

about this regarding the two dead men.

But Díaz…

is part of a network
that we have been investigating.

It seems the Federal Police
is overflowing with corruption,

and the government
has tasked us with cleaning it up

before the next elections.

We've been onto Díaz for quite some time.

And he's, sadly,
not the only dirty cop in your team.

Commissioner.

Flagrant corruption,
kidnapping, extortion,

and, of course, prostitution.

Should I go on?

In fact,

the informants Díaz uses are ranked
pretty high up in criminal organizations.

But don't worry,

we plan to release him
after his interrogation.

He's of more use out there
leading us to criminals

than he is locked up. Right?

Commissioner,
I'm going to ask that you hand over

any case files
Díaz may have been working on.

Forensic reports, ballistic reports…

I'll have them sent over in the morning.

I want them tonight.

No problem.

Very good.

And I suggest we release the doctor
from his community service.

- I can talk to the judge.
- No. I'll take care of it, don't worry.

Very good.

- Yes?
- I have two gentlemen

who need to be escorted
from my office. Thank you.

Right away, sir.

Doctor, tomorrow we'll call
to get a full statement

of everything you witnessed
the past few days. All right?

Yes.

Good.

Well, gentlemen…

Commissioner, doctor.

Get home safe.

The Commissioner won't be a problem,

but we need
to investigate the psychologist.

I want you to tap his phones,
follow him around.

He doesn't know anything,
he doesn't understand anything.

He's lost.
But if you see anything suspicious…

make it look like an accident.

RESTRICTED AREA

GENERAL DIRECTORATE

Access granted.

Good evening, Díaz.

It's nice to meet you.

My name is Gerardo Solares,

and you're in the restricted area
of the Special Affairs Division,

which I oversee.

I'm so glad you could spare
a few moments to talk to me.

I don't want to waste your time or mine.

I'm a very busy man.
I have a lot of things to do.

So let's get down to it.

I've spent quite some time
organizing a special operation

that we're carrying out tonight.

Have you said or done anything

that could in any way
hinder this operation?

I don't know anything about
an operation, boss. I just stole a truck.

- Don't say shit. Just relax.
- I don't know anything.

- Shut him up already.
- Please!

Hey, no! Wait, wait, wait! Let him go!

You're killing him, you idiot!

Let him go!

Díaz.

Is there anything I need to be aware of?

Ah! Diana! Damn it, you scared me.

Where were you?
Why didn't you answer my messages?

Because I was mad at you,
and because my phone died.

What was it called?

Okay, okay, okay…

- Did you spend the night with someone?
- Huh?

- Camarasa…
- Were you with another woman?

No, Diana, I wasn't with a woman.

So why do you have a hickey on your neck?

It's not a hickey, sweetie.

It's a bruise from where
the cop pinned me to the ground.

Enriched uranium is submerged in pools

complying with
strict international security…

Where did you sleep last night?

A motel.

CAMARASA IS GRANTED
WASTE RIGHTS FOR LAGUNA VERDE

You don't love me?

- Now, why would you say that?
- You're still mad, aren't you?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm mad at you.
- Look at me!

- Look at me when I'm talking to you!
- Okay. I hear you, okay?

You always do this.

- You ignore me!
- You're the one…

- You do. Every time!
- I don't.

I wasn't trying to ignore you.

Please just look me in the eyes
and be honest with me for once.

I don't know.

I don't know what to think.
I don't know what to think anymore.

I don't want to.

I want to feel.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. Okay, so…

Just talk to me, Mariano.

Uh…

I don't know, I…

It's not really that serious,
but I have been thinking that…

There's a chance that we're not…

Actually meant for each other. Uh…

You know that whole thing
about finding your other half.

You and I are just halves
of different objects.

Maybe you're a banana and I…

And I'm a kiwi. I don't know.

It must be that guy Santos.
He was calling here all day.

Who?

Santos.

- Yes?
- Silverstein?

- Yes, it's me.
- This is Santos.

We spoke yesterday
at the military complex.

About those two men.

Uh, yes. Go on.

I talked to a friend of mine.
He works at the El Bajío factory

about what we had discussed.

- Uh-huh?
- Somebody took an R-22 cask.

Those are manufactured exclusively
for the Laguna nuclear power plant.

- "R22 Cask." Uh-huh.
- They're made of lead.

They're numbered and registered under
international security standards and…

They're made to transport uranium.

I think you messed with the wrong people.

Uranium?

Do you know how much
uranium is worth on the black market?

You only need 500 grams
to make an atomic bomb.

An atomic bo--

What is that supposed to mean?

You didn't hear this from me.

I hope you find the bastards
who killed those two.

Uh, thank you.

Who is that guy, Diana?

- Who?
- That guy over there.

You wait here a second.

Can… Can I help you with anything?

How can I help--

Don't move. Stay right there, okay?

Yes?

Hello, doctor.

I'm Agent Barrera,
with the National Intelligence Agency.

Yes, what is it?

Can we talk for a moment?

Mm… Mm-hmm. What's up?

Can I come inside?
It won't take too much time.

Actually, we were
just about to have dinner.

I was told that I'd be giving a statement
at the National Intelligence Agency.

Yes, yes, yes. This is in addition.

See, I just got assigned to this case.

Look, it'll only take a few minutes.

- Hmm…
- Yeah?

No, it's not possible.

So if you don't mind, we can arrange
something for tomorrow morning.

On the phone. Okay?

Um, okay.

Of course.

Excuse me.

Good night.

Wait, wait!

Diana, calm down!
Go get me something to tie him up with.

Who are you?

What's the matter with you?
Point that at him. You know who I am.

I want to know the truth.
How long have you been lying to me?

- What?
- How long have you been a spy? Don't lie.

I never lie to you,
I always tell you the truth.

You've been lying to me
for the last two months.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Honey, you weren't paying attention to me.

I… I don't even know what's real
and what's not anymore.

Tell me! Tell me
who I've been living with.

This is all real.

Just relax.

Look at me in the eyes. Now breathe.
Good. Let's breathe together.

Hand me the gun, okay?

Careful.

- Barrera.
- Yeah?

Barrera. Do you copy?

Barrera, do you copy?

Give it to me. Let me pick it up.

- I need to answer.
- Shh!

Doctor, they'll send more agents
if I don't answer.

You will say every word
exactly as I tell you.

Say anything else
or take too much time to answer,

and you will be leaving in a body bag.

Diana, shut up, for fuck's sake!

Barrera, do you copy?

I'm not mad at you. Okay?

I copy.

I copy.

Is there a problem?

Negative.

Negative.

What about the doctor?

Dinner with his wife.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

Dinner with his wife.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

What are you up to?

Who is this?

Who is this?

Say something. Fix it!

It's Barrera.

Chucky has left the toy store.

The cop still there?

The cop still there?

He won't make it through the night.

Roger.

Roger.

"Roger"? "Affirmative"? "Negative"?

Take it easy, Barrera.

Keep me up to speed, okay?

What the fuck?

Keep walking. Wait, wait.

All right, go. Keep walking.

- Move faster.
- I can't.

Don't talk, just keep walking.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

Move it.

- Hey there.
- Hey, shut up, no talking.

It's a bachelor party.
Never a dull moment.

The keys, get the keys. The keys.

Open the trunk. Come on. Hurry up.

- Open the trunk.
- How do I open it?

The front. Where's your wallet?

It's right there.

NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY

Get in the trunk.

Get in the trunk.

- Are you comfortable?
- He's fine. He's gonna be fine.

Here's what you're gonna do.

Go call an Uber,
and go stay at your parents' house. Okay?

Don't use your phone.
Don't talk to anyone.

Don't call anyone, not even me.

Look, it's going to be all right.

Everything's okay.

You're overwhelmed,
but this is gonna pass.

What are you gonna do?

- I'm calling an Uber…
- Mm-hmm. And then?

- I'm going to my parents' place.
- Exactly.

- I'm gonna have to go now.
- No, no!

- Yes.
- I don't understand. This isn't like you.

Well…

What can I tell you, my love? Maybe…

I'm not who I used to be, yeah?

I've… I guess I've changed.

I'm going. Hm?

Oh…

No one here is to get involved.
Is that clear?

Díaz is being interrogated
over a sensitive matter.

- Don't ask questions.
- Hey!

The case is being handled
by the intelligence.

Stop!

I told him to stop, but he kept running.

- Get out, López!
- We need to help Díaz.

He's going to die.

We need to go back
to the intelligence agency.

Relax. Díaz is under
government protection, he'll be fine.

- He's going to be fine.
- He's not under protection!

I have this person
stashed in the trunk of my car.

This man was trying to break
into my house. He tried to kill me.

They're covering their asses.

They already killed Chucky,
and they're gonna kill Díaz.

- I heard it myself.
- Let's get two things straight.

First off, the intelligence agency
is handling Díaz's case.

And second, your employment
with this office is now terminated.

Can you even call them
an intelligence agency?

They're all criminals,
for the love of God.

This place is full of thugs
working in the shadows.

They're gonna steal uranium
from a nuclear power station.

Montero and Casasola stole a cask
and handed it over to them.

An R-22 barrel is used to transport what…?

Uranium! See?

They're manufactured
for military use only.

And that's why those men were killed.
They knew what they were going to do.

Keep talking
and I'll have you arrested, doctor.

Arrest me for what? I'm trying
to tell you they're going to kill Díaz.

Arrest him.

I thought this was a personal favor.
Wasn't Díaz's dad your best friend?

Weren't you close?

I just told you
they're going to kill your friend.

And you're just standing there.

Arrest him.

If anyone interferes,
they'll be discharged immediately!

Understood?

Personal feelings don't mean shit here!

FOR YOUR SAFETY
LOCK YOUR LOCKER

We've got a job to do, Díaz.

Is there anything you wanna tell me?

You're one stubborn fucking asshole.

Just tell me so I can shoot you already.

What are you waiting for?
Your knight in shining armor?

Oh, this is so bad.

This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

- Good evening.
- Can I help you?

Hello, I'm Officer, uh, Vargas.

I work at, uh, City Hall.

And, uh, this was left at the station.

Someone found it in the street.

Do you know if this person…
Does he work here?

I don't know.

- We have a lot of employees.
- Of course.

Leave it, I'll take it to reception.

Uh, yeah. Unfortunately, no.

No, because I was asked
to deliver it personally myself.

I need to get a signature to acknowledge…

its receipt, also.

- All right, hang on.
- Of course. Thank you.

- Dispatch.
- Go for dispatch.

I'm here with an Officer Vargas.
He's requesting access…

- I made it to 42…
- …to drop off a lost badge.

- I lived a good life.
- Copy. Let him in.

There were moments of true joy.

I achieved respect
in my professional field.

- I found true love. Well, kind of.
- Go ahead.

Thank you.

This is bad. This is a bad idea.

Good evening.

Let's see.

Yes, he works here.

- We'll get it to him tomorrow.
- That's great.

I'll sign.

Oh, excuse me?

- You had something for me to sign.
- Oh, yes.

Okay, where do I sign?

Do you have any paper? Uh…

Just write something like,

"Officer Vargas, uh,
brought in a lost ID and its number…"

Here you go.

Who's winning the game? Hm?

- It's an old match.
- Oh.

You're watching it on YouTube.

Who's playing?

It's locals.

Right, it's Chivas.

- You need something else?
- Oh, yeah.

Is there a chance
I could use the facilities?

- I promise I'll be really quick.
- No.

- No?
- No.

Why not?

Is there a reason you can't let me in?
I'm a police officer.

A Federal Police officer.

This is the National Intelligence Agency.
You have no authority here.

It's quite late.
Everything else is closed, okay?

I really need to use the restroom.

So could you please show me
a little bit of kindness? Please?

- You're going to have to leave.
- Are you really not going to let me?

Let him use the restroom.
Come on, don't be a jerk.

Juan, I can't let him in.
Only authorized personnel.

Give me a break.

If he needs to use the restroom,
you just let him in.

Whatever. But he's your responsibility.

- Thank you.
- This way. Leave your gun.

Right.

This way.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

You're out there all night,
risking your life for a lousy salary,

- and look how this punk treats you.
- Well…

I appreciate the gesture. Yeah?

And I'm sorry for unintentionally,
uh, causing you any trouble at work.

Relax, my friend.

- It's right over there.
- Thanks.

You're very kind.

Oh.

A lovely restroom.

Yeah, but, uh, it's out of toilet paper.

Yeah. Well, that's a problem.

- I'll go bring you some.
- Thank you.

He doesn't know a thing.

He'd have said by now.

Let me take care of it.

Can I help you, officer?

Good evening.

Have you… noticed
anything strange around here?

No. What happened?

Hm. That's exactly
what I am asking you about.

What happened? Hm?

I don't know.

Uh, you don't know what happened?

No. What happened?

Is the detainee still around here?

- Around where?
- Come on.

Don't mess around.
Where else would they be?

I don't know.

- In the restricted area?
- Exactly.

In the restricted area.

I didn't know anyone was up there.
I'm not allowed up there.

And why would you be allowed
in the restricted area? Huh?

- I'm not.
- You're not.

In fact, in a well-run country,

you'd never even know
where to find the restricted area.

But there's a sign.

On the third floor, right?

No, on the eighth floor.

Oh, then I'm thinking
of something completely different.

Thanks so much.
You go ahead and get back to work.

Okay.

Officer?

González, do you copy?

González?

González, do you copy?

González?

Copy.

- All right. Meet me at the rendezvous.
- We're on our way.

RESTRICTED AREA

Hey, do you have the keys?

Which keys?

- The keys to the lobby bathroom.
- Uh, they got lost.

- What do you mean?
- They got lost.

Access denied.

Access denied.

"Just do the community service,
you'll see."

"It'll save you a world of trouble."
Right.

Thanks for nothing, stupid lawyer.

Time's up, let's see what you got.

Animal?

- Falcon.
- Me too. Five points each.

- Color?
- Attention! Intruder alert.

- What do you mean by "intruder"?
- Are you two blind?

The officer who went into the bathroom.
Where is he?

I wrote down "fuchsia." Twenty points.

What the fuck am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?

Oh my fucking God.

Oh…

Oh…

Oh!

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch.

Fuck! Fuck!

Shoo. Shoo!

Shoo! Oh!

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!

Shoo. Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.

Oh…

Oh my God. Oh, God.

Oh!

The balls on this guy.

Yeah, what?

Mr. Solares, it's Morales.
We have an intruder in the building.

He's wearing a police uniform,
but we think it might be a fake.

- Is everything okay up there?
- All good.

Keep me posted on the situation.

Yes, sir.

Ah. Ah.

Oh.

Hi there. How are you?

I've spent 35 years
here in the Intelligence Agency

and I've never…

ever,

seen anything like this.

- May I come in?
- By all means.

Sorry.

- You want it closed?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, uh…

Look, I'm a pacifist, okay?

The only thing that I want from you
is for you to let Díaz go. Please.

- Barrera.
- Barrera.

Oh right, about that…

I should have mentioned that…

I have Barrera, okay?
But he's safe and sound.

RESERVED PARKING
TOW AWAY ZONE

So you let Díaz go,
and I'll tell you where to find Barrera.

Okay?

Okay. Let's negotiate.

Okay.

Where's Barrera?

No, I kind of need you
to let Díaz go first,

so that l know for sure he's okay,
because I don't…

I don't trust you'll keep your word.

To be honest.

That's smart.

That's very smart of you.

Good evening.

Identification, please.

Section F10 clear.

It's areas F2, F6, and F8 for toxic waste.

Understood, officer.

Hey, no! Leave him alone.
What are you doing? Come on.

Listen, let him go.
I'll tell you whatever you want.

You got that, asshole?
He doesn't know anything.

He's fucking harmless. He has nothing
to do with this. I'll fucking kill you!

He's harmless?

A man who captures the guys guarding him,
breaches the building's security,

and manages to sneak through a window
into the restricted area is harmless?

- Hey…
- It's important that you know

that if anything happens to us,
you'll be in huge trouble. You know why?

First of all, you'll never know
where your agent is.

And second, I'm connected
to very important people.

I'm a member of the Rotary Club.

And it's going to be very difficult
for you to try to cover this up.

I've built and toppled regimes.

You have no idea how easy this is for me.

CODE OBTAINED

LOCKED/UNLOCKED

Díaz, we have got to get out of here.

Do you know what uranium
can do in the wrong hands?

- We're dead men. Forget it.
- We're not dead yet.

Don't say stuff like that.
We just have to think of a way out.

We can do it!

- You'll think of something.
- I've done nothing but think all night.

Well, keep thinking
and get us the fuck outta here!

Try to find an air conditioning vent
or something!

There isn't one.

Okay, then we need to figure out
how to get out of these goddamn handcuffs

so we can fight these assholes! Right?

- We can't get just take off the handcuffs.
- Why can't we take them off?

Their whole purpose.

Oh.

In other words…

we're already dead.

I'm hopeless.

I ruin everything I touch.

Bullshit. Don't say that.

- You're a good man, Díaz.
- Not true.

- Just trash.
- No. Listen to me.

I charge people
a small fortune per session. Yeah?

I hear it all day, "I destroy everything.
I ruined everything."

"I'm just trash." And…

I promise you, if we get out of this,

I'll introduce you to Dr. Moya, hm?

He's an incredibly talented psychologist,
and he'll be able to help you.

- Not you?
- Huh?

You and I are friends. You call me
anytime you want. We'll grab lunch.

Hey! Hey, wait!

Stop, stop, please!

- Shoot me, asshole! Kill me instead!
- Please! Please!

Don't hurt him!

- Yeah?
- This is Agent Morales, sir.

I have some cake for you.

You brought cake?

Yes. It's my birthday.

So I brought cake.

Move it.

How you doin'?

Get in there.

Not a word, asshole.

Gentlemen!

Good evening.

Let's go!

Go, go, go! Move!

Blue Team! To the right, to the right!

Move, move!

I've got your back!

Come on.

You guys could retire tomorrow,
you know that?

Your kids won't work a day in their lives.

My boy's been a bum for 19 years.
You think he's ever going to work?

Hey! Wait, wait. This is the guy
who helped me get in. Hey!

Move it, move it, move it. Let's go!

I've got this!

Move!

I've got your back! Move! Move, move!

All clear! Move! All clear!

Go, go, go!

This way, to the elevator.

Fuck this. Come on.

This way. We gotta take the stairs.

Go, go! Keep going! Go!

No. That way.

It's your word against mine.
Think about it.

Let's say you make it out of this alive,

you motherfuckers think
you can make it to the station before us?

Díaz.

HELIPAD

Move. Go, go! Come on!

Doctor.

Let's go.

Up, move.

Gimme a second.

Move your asses!

- Stay sharp!
- Move!

This way!

Move! Move!

Keep moving, asshole.
Okay, guys, let's get him on the chopper.

- Go.
- God.

Get in. Move it.

- Let's go.
- Uh…

Díaz, do you guys really know
how to fly something like this?

Of course, when I was
at the police academy,

I took a class
in helicopter flight basics.

The pedals control the rear rotor, right?

- Uh-huh.
- The lever controls the main rotor.

- Yeah.
- That's it.

Let's go! All clear!

Move, move, move! Move, move, move!

Hell yeah.

- Take a look at these fucking guns!
- Careful.

Do you have any idea how much these cost?

And they make us pay for our own ammo.

- Is there a safety switch?
- Yeah. Here.

- How do you start it?
- There should be a button.

Wait, this is American. Here it is!

Fuck yeah!

The turbines can't go over 600 degrees,
so watch it.

Six hundred? Not 800?

- Did you take the basic courses too?
- No, I took Introduction to Computers.

They wanted us to learn
how to code and program.

Go, go, go!

I started getting
into the deep web shit, buying bitcoins.

I ended up making like ten grand too.

The trouble is
I forgot the key to my wallet.

Fascinating. Uh, Díaz,
I'm not sure all that's strictly legal…

- We'll talk about it later.
- They're coming!

- Hurry!
- That's it.

Doctor!

- Yes?
- Look.

Load it here,

safety off, and shoot.

Okay? You only get 24 shots per second,
so keep that in mind.

The best thing with this gun is,
if you lose your aim,

you can correct it as you go.

- Got it?
- Yeah!

- Okay?
- Okay!

Okay!

We're gonna get some, bitch!

Slowly. Slowly. Be careful.

Initiate decontamination sequence.

I got another one here!

How many more are there? Huh?

Sosa!

Hey, don't move.

Don't move?

Understand, I'm just following orders,
but I'm supposed to shoot you if you move.

I know a lot of dangerous people
all over the country.

Really dangerous.

One day, you'll be walking along,
and you'll get hit by a bus.

Or perhaps you'll end up
crushed on the subway tracks.

What's your problem?

Why would you say something like that?

I pay my taxes on time every single year.

I pay property taxes. That's your salary.

Why do you keep hitting me with
all of this passive-aggressive bullshit

- and this big tough guy act?
- Passive-aggressive?

Just enjoy the fresh air and relax.
Don't be a prick, okay?

Hey, leaving that thing unattended
is dangerous.

It's frustrating to turn on the TV

and see that it's all the exact same thing
on the news, over and over again.

It's always corruption.
Corruption all over the city.

And then you think

not every person in power
can be a… a… a dirtbag.

But when you see them,
they're truly dirtbags!

Why can't you step up?

Could you even imagine living in a country

in which you went to work
and just did the right thing?

Huh?

DANGER - RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL

Listen to me, doctor,
let's be smart about this.

Shut up! That's enough, asshole!

Either you zip
that goddamned lying mouth of yours,

or I'm putting a bullet
right through the back of your head.

And then I'll bury you
six feet underground. You got that?

I have made
a lot of dear friends in the police,

so we can all bury you together.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Stop the truck!

Stop, stop, stop! Hey! Stop!

Stop the fucking truck!

DANGEROUS INTERSECTION

Stop the fucking truck! Shoot it!

Shoot the truck!

- What?
- Shoot!

- What?
- Shoot it!

- I got him!
- Yeah…

We're gonna be on TV, man.

I wonder what my parents will say.

- Commissioner.
- Hi!

Sir, this is the first I'm hearing
of this rogue operation.

The agents disobeyed a direct order.

We'll make an example of them immediately.

Excuse me, sir.

Watch your head.

You're all set.

An international threat
was brought to a halt

thanks to those men over there,
Commissioner.

It's like I always tell my officers,
"You have to trust your gut."

A good officer
always follows his instincts.

- I pride myself in training…
- Everything's fine.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry too, María.

Excuse me, are you Díaz Peralta?

Yes.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I mean…

It's strange, but… Yeah, I'm okay.

- What's strange?
- Check this out.

This guy's been working
in national intelligence

for over ten years, all right?

It seems he's organizing this sort of,
uh, international security agency.

So, he asked me to tell him
everything that went down in detail.

He was impressed.

He asked me if I wanna join up.

To join what?

He's recruiting people
from lots of different fields to create

independent security cells.

No more than two or three people.

And that's where you and I come in.

Of course, we'd need training
for six to eight months.

But you're saying we'd be agents?

Yeah.

I'm very happy for you, Díaz,

because this is clearly an important
professional opportunity for you,

but I have… my own life.

Although my own life's
a bit messy right now.

I don't think I have what it takes, so…

What kind of training?
Like-- like shooting guns?

Sure. Shooting.
A little bit of everything, really.

Martial arts, languages,
diving, parachuting.

Eh… I'm not naive, Díaz.

Those international agencies deal with
some real shady people all over the world.

Right, but those things will still exist,

and someone has to do the job.

It might be good for them
to have two guys like us around.

Hm?

I've never been able
to skip a stone before.

Can you believe that?

- It's about the way you hold the stone.
- Yeah?

Yeah, you have to hold it
with your index finger and your thumb.

Index and thumb.

What?

No, nothing.

It's just because that guy asked
if you were like a CIA agent or Mossad.

'Cause of the way
you got into the building, and…

The whole window ledge thing.
And the way you fired that machine gun.

You got the truck, but missed the uranium.

He was suspicious.

So how would it work?

Once you finish your training,
they assign you a mission or something?

You're not. Right?

Not what?

A spy.

Come on, Díaz.

I mean, if you did all this
to catch those bastards, I respect that.

But I need you to tell me.

What are you talking about?

Are you really an international spy?
Yes or no?

Yes or no? You can tell me.

Hey, yes or no? Are you really a spy?

Are you?

Not yet, no.

How do I do this again?

- Index finger and thumb?
- Index finger and thumb.

You can do it, doc.