It has been five days since my last confession.
-I took the Lord's name in vain. -
Three times that I remember.
I kicked Silvia's dog.
I was short-tempered with my children.
Rafael especially.
Bon-Bon is too small to be kicked.
Yes. But Silvia lets her in my office.
She gets under my feet.
- So pick her up. -
She's a good dog.
I'll try.
And… apologize to Rafael.
He'll learn more from that than your anger.
My anger makes him strong.
And shortens his childhood.
Let him have it a little longer.
I have to return this.
I am sorry for having offended thee, my God.
I detest my sins because they offend you.
I resolve, with thy grace, to do penance
and avoid the near occasion of sin.
In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
I absolve you of these sins.
Any other confessions?
- Was that Marty Byrde? -Yes.
Please tell me he has the hillbilly bitch in line?
These Byrdes are so disrespectful.
Helen would have fixed this immediately.
Are you joking, Javi?
You nearly fucked us with your impatience.
If they connect that sheriff to us,
the FBI will come down here just like they did with Lagunas.
Then you will have all our blood
on your soft little hands, Javi.
I was careful. They'll never know.
Oh, Javi was careful.
With all his years of experience.
He protected us all.
Or did you leave it for somebody else to clean up? Huh?
It'll be taken care of.
All of it.
Now the baby is sad.