All Is Silence Page #3

That's how the world works, Carburo.

You can'! rely on anyone.

Damn, Brinco. You're wasted.

- You're using your wrist, Chelin.

- Yeah, bullshit.

There you go.

Finally, let's get to it.

Okay, Carburo.

Time to conquer the West.

Let's go, boys.

Is everyone here?

Okay, gentlemen.

There are 25 ships with tobacco

in all of Europe.

Most are in the Mediterranean,

Greece, Italy,

Sicily, around here.

That's right.

Even along the coast

of some Communist countries.

They smoke too, of course.

And at this point...

what's our position?

You called, sir?

It's about time you called me

by my first name.

Yes, sir.

The sea brings only the finest.

Who needs fertilizer?

I've said that before.

Yes, sir.

We traditionalists

often repeat ourselves.

Brinco, you're my best driver.

That's what they say.

The best.

Carburo!

Go ahead!

Inverno, full speed ahead.

I've never given you anything, Brinco.

How's the boat, Inverno?

This isn't a boat, boss.

It's a frigate, a flagship.

We could cross the Atlantic.

The flagship is yours.

Don't worry about the papers,

it's in your mother's name.

Then we'll call her Sira.

Sure, that's very nice of you.

But in that case,

we'll call her Sira.

There will be more.

You're right.

There's an arms cache.

Something weird is going on.

- They're leaving.

- Follow them.

- What are you doing?

- Wait, wait.

Who is that?

It's Fins.

The bastard!

Come back in an hour, Monica.

In the alley, like a blur,

watching the corner...

You sure could sing tangos.

Remember?

The cannery supervisor

was always shouting,

"Keep singing! Keep singing!"

to keep all of you

from eating the mussels.

"Keep singing!"

How miserable!

Aren't you going to open it?

Go on, open it.

Silver anniversary, diamond ring.

Hard to believe.

Do you need something?

Yes, need you to make

a few calls for me.

I'm expecting an urgent message.

How about dinner later?

A little seafood,

goose barnacles,

leche frita...

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Is Domingo there?

He's asleep.

He worked all night.

Okay, I'll call back later.

Listen up.

Don't wait for Domingo.

He worked last night

and he's asleep.

You can work the "imos indo"

coordinates.

Have a good day.

The coast is clear, over.

Okay, we won't wait for Domingo,

over.

Santi!

Is Mr. Lima there?

It's urgent.

No, he isn't.

I'll give him the message.

Tell him it's from Domingo's wife.

Domingo went to work.

Domingo went to work.

It's urgent.

Understood.

Monica.

For the Marshal, personally.

Rock, paper, scissors.

One to nothing.

One to three, no cheating.

Rock, paper, scissors.

- Three to two.

- Rock, paper, scissors.

- Three to three.

- Rock, paper, scissors.

Leda!

What happened?

He's fine.

The eye doctor prescribed it.

Don't tell me you're cross-eyed.

It's called anmiopia.

He's anmiopic.

See? Cross-eyed, he says...

What a brute.

Anmi-what?

His eye is lazy. We have to cover

the good one to make it work.

- He looks good, huh?

- He looks great.

You look like a pirate.

- Wanna go for a walk with Uncle Chelin?

- Okay.

Let's go, kid.

Let's put that lazy eye to work.

Damn, the things that wash up...

Wait there.

I'll show you the second-most

important thing

a man needs to know.

This washed up too.

Come here.

Like this.

Gently.

Know what it's called?

What?

It's called Astra Llama.

Understand?

Cool, isn't it?

It washed up too?

Actually, it came from a dealer.

You know what a dealer is?

Sure you do.

A dealer is someone who works in

a casino dealing cards.

But there's another kind

of dealer too.

- A horse dealer.

- A horse dealer?

Yeah. We'll go see one some time,

you and me.

But don'! tell anyone.

It'll be our secret, okay?

Now aim straight.

Let's kill that f***ing cow,

there's millions of them.

Ready?

Good. That eye is coming along great.

I'm sick of counting boats.

I'm sick of everything.

Especially the sofa.

My whole body feels like

imitation leather.

Don't worry.

You'll be living in

a mansion soon.

Oh, yeah?

What mansion?

Yours.

I'll take care of it.

You'll see.

How will you do it?

If were Marshal...

I'd pay off the head of customs.

What are you waiting for?

Fins Malpica.

What are you worth?

Don't say you have no price.

What about you?

What are you worth?

Dead, more than you.

What's a dead cop worth?

We're cheap. They give you

a medal...

and a few lines in the paper.

You want medals? We'll buy you some.

You want lines in the paper? Fine.

We'll buy reporters, anything you want.

But you're not being honest.

Why not?

Because everything has a price.

Be nice.

- Still have your absences?

- No, no.

Almost never.

With all the money you'd make

you could spend your time

taking photos,

since you like it so much.

We have people everywhere.

You took this one of me at the airport

in Oporto, with Mendoza.

It was an interesting trip.

But you already know that.

Sure, do.

You didn't take this one.

Not this one.

With my friend Pablo Escobar

in Medellin.

Look at his face.

He was happy because somebody

just gave him Bonnie and Clyde's oar.

It's historic.

This is my favorite.

This one you did take of me.

Gave my wife quite a ride

that day.

Yes, sir. You can keep it.

- Don'! want it.

- Keep it.

When you decide on your price,

any price,

write it on the back.

We're destined to befriends,

a**hole.

Heard you wrote a report

that's like a novel.

A very good one, by the way.

They even gave you an alias:

Simenon.

A good review ruins any good book.

They'll bury it, you'll see.

Well, loved it.

Especially when you say,

"Your Honor,"

in Noita,

"true power is exercised

in darkness and silence."

- Damn.

- Bravo, seriously.

You sound like an anarchist.

There's a storm

coming in tomorrow, Sira.

We should go

somewhere together some time.

There are some wonderful places, Sira.

You always wanted to go to Lisbon,

know.

We've been singing fados

all our lives

and we've never been to Lisbon.

What a disaster!

We've never even gone to Madrid.

Could take you to a nice hotel.

The Palace, the cinema,

the opera...

To the Prado Museum, Sira.

It never occurred to me

to enter the Prado Museum,

but that's where the Italians

always want to meet.

Thought, "What a marvel, Sira."

Museums are the most wonderful places

in the world.

Better than natural landscapes,

better than Niagara Falls.

I'm telling you,

always the same temperature.

The ideal climate.

Because of the paintings.

They must be kept

at a constant temperature.

Paintings are very delicate,

more so than people.

Sira,

sweetheart,

tell me what you're thinking.

Please, give me all the nasty stuff.

Insult me, darling.

Go on, call me arrogant.

Cocky bastard, son of a b*tch,

captain of industry, entrepreneur,

Beelzebub, beast,

piece of sh*t!

Say it!

For God's sake, Sira!

You went silent.

What are you thinking?

Have an opinion,

but it hasn't reached my head yet.

The legend of the fastest driver

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