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In due time.

[groans]

I wish I knew who was doing this.

Who's f***ing with my life.

Look, David, the club is owned

by this guy named Delgado.

Nobody has ever seen him before.

They don't even know what he looks like.

Trafficking, piracy, casinos.

Off-track betting?

Yeah, probably.

[David sighs]

We were placing our own bets

to an off-track betting office in cash.

Sh*t, man.

That's how they made you.

How they found out you were fixing fights.

Yeah. Probably.

Do you know who this is, man?

No, you don't know who he is.

Even gangsters are afraid of him, man.

Every time you hear about

somebody hanging off a bridge

with their head cut off?

Chances are Delgado did it.

Some serious sh*t.

All right, I get it.

Question is, what do I do now?

Can't go to the cops,

they're on the payroll.

Just don't lose, man.

[David sighs]

I need to ask you a favor.

Can you get me back into my hotel room?

Yeah. I can do that.

[dramatic instrumental music playing]

Just wait here. Okay?

Hold on, I have a question regarding...

- Miss Nancy Vasquez' account.

- [woman] Mm-hmm.

- Could you pull it up for me, please?

- [woman] Okay.

- I just have a few questions.

- [woman] Mm-hmm.

Well...

Jesus Christ.

I could lose my job for this.

[man] Excuse me?

- How may I help you?

- Agent Fonseca.

Ministerial Police, PFP.

[Ramiro] Are you sure

this is the right room?

Yeah, I'm sure.

[Ramiro] Well, if you can't find anything,

we're gonna have to bail.

Just give me a moment.

[David] Hey.

- What did...

- [shushing]

You have to understand,

if anyone knew about this...

I really appreciate your cooperation.

Well, Agent, this is the room.

I need information.

You gotta know somebody

who can tell us where Eva is.

No.

I just did something

that could have made me lose my job.

Are you talking about something

that can get me killed?

Sorry, man, but I'm out.

Come on, man.

These people have my girlfriend.

You're all I've got.

You gotta know somebody.

Yeah.

I know somebody.

He says he works for Delgado.

But, David, if they make me...

I'm a dead man.

It's not gonna happen,

it's not gonna come to that.

Come on, Ramiro, you're my last chance.

You gotta take me to him.

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks, dude.

Let's go.

[suspenseful instrumental music playing]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

Well, I'm hoping that you got

all the information that you needed.

With that being said, thank you very much,

and if I can be of any other assistance,

just let me know.

Thank you.

- Just one more thing.

- Yes?

- The fight across the street...

- Mm-hmm.

- It was the same day?

- Yes.

There are witnesses

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