All Is Silence Page #4

in the Atlantic is over.

You're the boss now.

You'll have to watch your back.

That's why they hired you.

Exactly, to watch your back.

Among other things.

We have a long trip ahead of us.

You should see the old man.

See him every day.

He's my favorite ghost.

You're like a son to him, Brinco.

A son?

Mendoza,

if I'm going to be your boss,

spare me the soap opera.

You got it?

If your speech doesn't please the boss,

give him another.

I'll prepare another one for you.

Where are you from, Detective?

Was born here, sir.

In Noitia.

Your parents live here?

My father died a long time ago.

- He died at sea.

- I'm sorry.

A stick of dynamite blew up

in his hand.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

My mother's alive,

but has memory problems.

Alzheimer's is awful.

My mother had it too.

She confused me with the weather man.

She'd kiss him whenever he came on.

Damn.

This is embarrassing.

Want to speak to your superior

right away.

- Right away.

- Yes.

Who are you, the Generalissimo?

No, Lieutenant Colonel Party Peeper.

Yes, sir, Lieutenant Colonel, sir!

Holy sh*t!

The lark!

Where the hell is the lark?

It came straight from customs, boss.

It was sealed.

Sealed?

I'll seal your balls

if don'! get my lark.

Who has it?

Take it easy, Brinco.

People are watching.

Can get you

a Rolls emblem.

The spirit of ecstasy.

Stick your spirit of ecstasy

up your ass. want my lark, okay?

You know what a lark is?

- Yes.

- Do you?

Yes, do.

Didn't until the Cuban bastard

who sold me the car showed me.

And want it. want it.

Want it.

This car isn't the same

without the bird.

What's this?

Damn, Brinco.

- You can'! move it with your wrist.

- What? It's energy.

Yeah, right.

Three.

Have you seen Leda?

Give them a bottle of champagne.

Mendoza.

Have you seen Leda?

No, haven't.

Where were you?

Sorry, got tied up at home.

Such a beautiful woman

needn't apologize.

Want you here with me, damn it.

I'll be right back.

Yes, Miss, but tell me.

What was it

that sunk the Titanic?

No, not the f***ing block of ice.

Greed.

Man wants to be God, but...

he's just a worm. That's right.

An inebriated worm

who thinks he owns

the fishing hook.

Marshal, sir, rumor has it...

Did you write down the thing

about the worm, God and the hook?

Yes, Marshal, sir.

Your name comes up often

as future mayor or even senator.

Gentlemen,

I'd like to say a few words

before speaking.

Miss, won't beat around the bush.

Politicians are a**holes.

Scumbags.

Plenty of campaign promises...

Excuse me.

Did you write that?

No, don'! write that.

Write this. I'm apolitical.

Absolutely apolitical.

Absolutely.

But write this too.

As Marshal

promise

to sacrifice myself for Noitia.

That's right, sacrifice myself.

And to fight for freedom. The freedom

to create wealth, not destroy it.

To work and make a living

with our own hands.

Like we've always done.

All right.

How did your fortune begin?

Estrictu sensu, with culture.

Yes, with culture.

Cinema, dancing,

hamburgers...

Nobody here had ever eaten one.

Look, Miss.

Nobody's ever given me anything.

I'll tell you the truth.

Believed in Noitia all along.

All along.

And I'm going to rebuild it.

Work is love, that's my program.

Conserving the landscape

is the latest fad. Great.

What will we eat?

The landscape?

Write that down, please.

The part about eating the landscape.

It's a good metaphor.

It's not a metaphor.

told you, I'm apolitical.

Say what think. Look,

there are two kinds of politicians.

They're either crazy

or they can'! see

what's right in front of them.

I'm not here to sing

Christmas carols.

What office will you run for?

Whichever one win, obviously.

Miss, my party is Noitia.

like our way of life.

Religion, family, festivals...

If that bothers people,

to hell with them.

But strange things

are happening in Noitia.

Do you approve of smuggling, sir?

They say the drug trade

is casting its nets here.

Its nets?

Did you know

that you catch more fish

if you take a woman hunchback

on your boat

and she pees on the nets?

That's reality.

The rest is fantasy.

Write that down, please.

This is information.

Is that clear?

Look, Miss...

Lucia.

Okay, Lucia.

I'll tell you what really think.

Smugglers are people with honor.

They earn their money...

At least in Noitia,

they earn it by working.

Who do they hurt, the tax office?

Fine, I'm willing to admit it.

But the tax office doesn't have kids

and grandparents to feed.

You didn't mention the drug trade.

For God's sake, what can say

about the drug trade

that anybody in Noitia

can'! tell you?

What will say

is that if I'm mayor,

I'll put away the drug addicts.

It's funny. People are talking

a lot about organized crime.

Your paper does it.

Well, if crime is so organized,

the government has to be

even more organized.

Because there are some

very bad people out there.

That we know.

So let's all contribute

to organizing the government

properly..

- What about...?

- Ipso facto, Miss.

Hello, son.

Hi.

This is the first interview

I've granted.

Hope it's not your last.

Add a little criticism.

Saying nice things about people

is the best way to sink them.

- Aren't you...?

- I'm nobody.

Can take a photo?

Of course, of course you can.

Never sell a gentleman short.

One question.

With or without the hat?

- With the hat.

- With the hat.

Even better.

If it's good,

the paper will sell out.

What if it's bad?

It'll sell out anyway.

"Smugglers are people with honor."

That's balls for you.

There you have it.

A masterpiece to include

in your secret report.

A secret report

which right now have to say

is vex populi.

Take no offense, look.

Noitia's football team is touring

America with Brinco as president.

Spectacular.

A modest team leading the league

with its captain, in this case,

Chelin, the new head coach,

an expert consumer of narcotics.

Okay, won't bother you

any more.

You can get back to work,

but one thing.

Feathers are going to fly

tomorrow at dawn.

See you later.

Go suck an egg, Grimaldo!

Tell them what you know,

why don'! you?

He's rotten to the bone.

He should be the one

writing this report.

That's all of them.

Every single one.

- They sold out.

- told you.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Lieutenant Colonel,

this is Mara Doval.

She's our language expert.

And she has an amazing memory.

She remembers everything.

Well...

Okay, let's hear it.

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.

Explain, Fins.

- Who are we listening to?

- Yeah.

The woman calling is Leda.

Leda Ortas.

She has a son with Brinco,

a legendary speed boat driver

who's gaining power

in the organization.

Leda's role is to spy on

the customs boats.

She calls the hair salon

run by Guadalupe,

Mr. Lima's wife,

officially-speaking.

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