Vientos de la Habana (2016) - full transcript

You need help?

They're the winds of Lent.

You're going to Matanzas
in this lemon?

Hey, don't call my Chevy a lemon.

What's in Matanzas?

I'm inspecting a fertilizer factory.

I'm an engineer.

And I'm glad you showed up,
because I'm a lousy mechanic.

When are you coming back?

It depends on the job.

What are you, a cop?



I must be going blind
if I've never seen you before.

You live around here?

Yes. Well, no.
My mom lives here.

I'm separated
and only just came back.

Separated?

Let me go, you bastard!

There, on the corner.

Well, I'm totally divorced.

No commitments.

No car, no dog...

Well, I have afighterfish
named Rufino.

I have tons of books
and plenty of friends.

Particularly one who lives
near your mom.

And yes.



Actually.

I'm a cop.

WINDS OF HAVANA

What happened, Fabricio?

Conde!

Get over here.

I see Fabricio is still an asshole.

Here.

A high school teacher at La Vibora.

She was killed last night.

La Vibora High School?

She was strangled right here
in her apartment.

First they beat her up.

It looks like to rape her.

Go on,

get moving.

And listen closely to what
I'm about to say, Conde.

I don't want any complaining.

No drinking and no bullshit.

Go on.

This fucking sucks.

I don't know why
they assigned me this case.

I hate rape cases.

Who the hell likes them, Manolo?

You finally showed up.

You guys can't live without me?

What did you find?

This clean little envelope with
methamphetamine in a very dirty place.

Come on, Manolo.
I want to finish quickly.

They found a used condom
in the bathroom.

And marijuana in the ashtray.

Good start.

Sex, drugs, violence...

The bed smelled like rum.

The girl's name was
Lissette Nflfiez Delgado.

It doesn't look like
she was problematic.

On the contrary. She joined
student organizations

and youth groups.

What else?

In the kitchen, two empty bottles
of rum and four glasses.

And it was all clean.

She could have washed the glasses.
But the bottles?

Right.

They tried to wipe the prints.

They botched the job.

Very nice furniture.

I made it myself.

Yeah, but these aren't the best.

I made furniture for millionaires.

God knows where it ended up
after they fled.

If it's good, someone has it.

- So don't worry.
- No, no.

My biggest worry at my age
is peeing right.

Juan, you said you heard music

and noise upstairs last night,
is that right?

Did you see anyone go up?

Well, yes.

I was taking out the trash.

I take out the trash at night.

And there was a kid in front of me

who looked familiar.

But since it was dark on the stairs,

I couldn't see him.

But I know from the smell

he was carrying pizzas.

Did you see any of the people
who visited Lissette?

I'll tell you one thing.

A few days ago

I saw an older man.

He could have been family.

Can you identify him?

Or the kid last night?

I don't trust my vision anymore.

I haven't been in here
for a thousand years.

It feels like another lifetime.

Don't tell me you're scared
of the principal's office.

It doesn't exactly bring back
good memories.

Everyone has their own trauma.

That's why you're going to see
the principal

and I'm going to take a look around.

You always give me the hardest job.

Okay.

The truth is, when Lissette
started working here,

I had a problem with it.

Why?

Because she seemed too immature.

The way she treated the students...

You know what it's like
to run a high school?

It's not easy facing a classroom
full of 15 and 16-year-olds.

They don't care about anything.

Only Adidas, sex,

screwing around...

Do you know if Lissette
took drugs?

Drugs?
- No.

Look, officer.

We're talking about a serious person.

You can be sure of that.

What about her private life?

Lissette was a modem young woman.

She had a fight with Pupi,
her boyfriend, a couple months ago.

But he was still into her.

So I wasn't surprised to see him here
on his motorcycle two days ago.

Two days ago? Are you sure?

I saw them ride away together.

Keep smoking, I'm not a teacher.

I came to smoke too.

Want one?

No, thank you.

Were any of you in Lissette's class?

I'm a police officer.

As you can imagine,
I'm investigating her death.

It looks like nobody was in her class.

You weren't in her class either?

Yes.

Is it true she was killed?

What was she like?

As a teacher, I mean.

Is this an interrogation?

No.

This is just a conversation
in a high school bathroom.

I used to smoke in here too.

Like you do now.

Some things never change.

What's your name?

Me?

Jose Luis.

Jose Luis Ferrer.

Where were you, man?

We have to find a guy named Pupi
on Santos Suerez.

He was Lissette's boyfriend

and they were seen riding away
together the day before she was killed.

Pupi from Santos Suerez?

What happened here?

Stop here for a second, Manolo.

- I'll kick your ass, you bastard!
- Hey, what did he do?

What do you care?
Are you family?

- Let me go, damn it!
- Oh, Lieutenant.

Calm down!

He almost killed that other guy.

We'll take him with us.

We've been looking for him.

- But Lieutenant...
- It's okay.

Leave him to me.

We've been following this case.

Take the other guy to the hospital.

Let me go! Faggot!

Damn it, Red!

We're a thousand years old
and the same bullshit?

Stay there.

Candito, do you know

a guy named Pupi
who rides one of those

motorcycles brought in
years ago from Germany?

I hear he lives nearby.

Never heard of him.

A teacher at our high school
was killed.

No shit.

Ayoung girl.

Apparently this guy
was with her.

Well, I don't know any Pupi.

But I know a group of guys

who race motorcycles
down that old road

where we used to play ball,
remember?

And drugs?

Do you know if they sell
any of that shit?

I don't know.

But probably.

They found marijuana and methamphetamines
in her apartment.

Take these off, bro.

Candito,

I need you to help me out.

I can't stand the idea

of those bastards
selling drugs in our high school.

Conde, do you know what
you're asking me to do?

I'm not a snitch.

Damn it, Red.

She was raped, strangled

and beat up.

All I'm asking

is for you to keep your ears open.

All right.

Take off his cuffs and take him home.

I'll meet you at the station.

Why do I have to do everything?

The captain gives orders...

Hey, lieutenant and you're crazy.

Hello. Are you lost or what?

I need to see the Gardener.

Tell him Red wants to see him.

I'll be right back.

Talk to my mother, she likes it.

Jose, this is the best ajiaco
we've ever tasted.

Really? You see?

Don't worry about doing the dishes,
we'll take care of it.

Yes, but be careful with the plates.

I know you guys.

I'll help you.

Jose!

Do you know a redhead
named Karina

who lives nearby?

Karina'?

Doesn't ring a bell.

That's weird. Everyone knows
everyone around here.

Gardener, you know I had to change
businesses because...

Yeah.

You don't bring me beef anymore.

Business was really bad.

Now I'm making sandals for women,

but things are really fucking shitty.

Maybe I could sell to you wholesale.

I'll give you a special price.

Is that why you came to see me?

- You want in the business?
- No way.

- Well then?
- You know it's not my thing.

I'm grateful, but it's not my thing.

But since you brought it up,

I have to talk to you.

But... in private.

Spit it out.

Look, man.

I know you know more
about this than me.

But I want to tell you something.

Watch out for your competition.

I heard they're selling drugs
at La Wbora

High School.

And if that's true,
it can be bad for you.

Look, Red.

That's not my problem.

I don't work the schools.

That's a taboo here, you know that.

That's what I thought.
It seemed odd to me.

But if someone is...

You know.

It could screw you over.

Red,

thanks for the heads up.

- I don't like that rat.
- It's okay.

I've known him my whole life.
He's clean.

He's a good guy.
He's fighting.

Well, if you say so.

Listen closely, Tony.
You always screw up.

Find out if the new kid,
the one from La Wbora High School,

is cutting my material

and selling it at the school.

No, hold on.

I warned that kid

not to sell at the school, Gardener.

- And he's not stupid.
- Exactly.

He might be fucking us over.

I don't know why the drugs
surprise you.

He's a cop in Cuba, damn it!

Yeah, but methamphetamine.

In our day there wasn't even marijuana.

- \Nhat?
Okay, there was.

But we weren't into that stuff.

Whatever.

It was another time.

Maybe we were more romantic,
I don't know.

But they were hard on us.

What about the hippies?

For having long hair
and talking about free love

they made them serve
in the military

or plant sweet potatoes.

And when we got caught

listening to American music,

what were we accused of?

- Ideological...
subversion.

Yeah, but it was for our own good.

So we would have a better future,
damn it.

- A bright future.
- Yeah.

Very bright.

A bright future that lasted 8 hours

and an 8-hour blackout.

You know what my philosophy

professor at university used to say?

He said it over and over again.

That we were a lost

generation.

What we were is a fucked up
generation.

What the fuck.

Andresito, stop, brother.
It wasn't like that.

You wanted to study medicine.

And you became a doctor.

And a very good one, by the way.

Okay, you couldn't play baseball
after that, but that was

- bad luck.
- Skinny, that's bullshit.

There was always something
we were supposed to do

or some asshole telling us
what to do.

Don't bullshit me.

He's worse than me.

Just let me listen to these animals.

I love these bastards.

Don't play dumb, you know

you wanted to be a writer

and you ended up
being a cop.

Andres, buddy,

give it a rest.
You're drunk.

Drunk my ass, damn it.

Drunk my ass.

Look at yourself, Skinny.

You joined a war that wasn't yours

and look what it got you.

You think that doesn't hurt me?

Well? What fol'? Because they said
we would be better off.

And now what the fuck are we,
gentlemen?

What the fuck are we?

I don't remember who said it, but...

Something is rotten in Denmark.

Hey, have you told
these two delinquents that you're in love

and you've started writing again?

No.

Damn!

Of course, that's why

you looked weird to me.

Good lord!

We're in big trouble.

This is the time you get here?

Have you bought a mirror
to see your face in the morning?

Take a look.

How's the case going?

Slowly.

I asked you to make it fast.

- Yeah, but it's going slowly.
- Then put both feet

on the gas, Conde.

Maruchi, bring some coffee.

The good stuff.

Listen closely to what
I'm going to say.

And this stays between us.

Something big is going down.

And it's coming from high up.

An internal investigation.

And they're after somebody's neck.

Police investigating police.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know.
But it can't be good.

So get to work.

And behave yourself, damn it.

Go on.

Lissette had a lot of alcohol
in her blood.

I can't confinn if she consumed
any marijuana.

But she did consume
methamphetamine.

Maybe they drugged her
to rape her.

It looks like there was no rape.

But they said...

There was confusion
because she was beaten up.

And she did have sexual relations
before her death.

But nothing indicates
forced penetration.

And most importantly,

the semen we found

in her vagina doesn't match

the sample from the condom
found at the scene.

You mean she was with two men?

At least two.

The semen from the condom
belongs to an older man

with blood type A.

The vagina, a younger man,

Wm ma.

The rest is in the report.

Look.

Tell me what you think.

Total crap.

They're useless.

What about Pupi?

I can't find him.

But I found about when they hold
those races.

I also heard Pupi buys and sells

motorcycles and anything else
he can get his hands on.

Damn!

I'll put you up for
Fastest Police Officer.

And I'll tell the major
to give you the case

so I can retire from this shit

and fucking go home already.

Look,

take care of Pupi personally.

And call me with any news.

- Okay?
- Fine.

See you later.

Julio!

Do me a favor, give this to Roberto.

Give me good news, Cicerbn.

Did you find out what I asked?

Yes.

The tests indicate
that the marijuana

in the girl's apartment
is either Mexican or Nicaraguan.

They caught two guys last month
with packages

and it looks like the same stuff.

- And the meth?
- We get all kinds of stuff.

But don't worry.

If anything turns up,

I'll have Lieutenant Fabricio
inform you.

Fabricio?

- He's working with you?
- Yeah.

Is there a problem?

I don't have one.

But he seems to have
a problem with me.

Conde, don't tell me you two
still haven't buried

the hatchet.

Forget him.

Move on.

And quit clicking that pen,
you're driving me nuts.

Looking for something?

Is Candito around?

- Candito!
- What!

Someone here for you.

I'll be right down.

Conde, damn!

CuquL

Make some coffee.

Red, she's looks like too much
for you.

Why do you think
I work my ass off?

Stop making up new businesses...

- What businesses?
- I won't always be there

to save your ass
when things get hot.

Money.
ma?

We're out of coffee.

We're out?

Go over to Petronila's house

and buy two packs.

And cover your tits.

You'll give Conde a heart attack.

So I heard you're in love again.

Skinny has a big fucking mouth.

- Does he? I know you.
- What have you got?

Did you find out anything?

Conde,

I'm dealing with people who
don't even believe in their mothers.

Red, you might think
I'm using you,

that I don't give a shit about you.

And I might be an asshole
for getting you involved.

But they killed this girl,
and I just can't...

Just forget it.

Hold on, hold on.

I've got something for you.

The guy who runs the drugs
around here

has nothing to do with
the high school.

So look somewhere else.
You got it?

Honey, not even charities
have coffee around here.

Damn, there's no coffee
in this country.

Red,

that girl is definitely too much
for you.

Damn!

You have incredibly bad luck.

Hanging out with my friends
isn't a crime.

No, but gambling and racing
motorcycles are.

But don't worry,
we'll talk about that another time.

Right now we need to find Pupi.

From Santos Suerez.

So talk.

I only know Pupi from buying
spare parts from him.

What a coincidence. That's exactly why
we're looking for him.

You're going to Mamnzas
in this lemon?

Hey, don't call my Chevy a lemon.

When are you coming hack?

It depends on the job.

Two or three days.

You five around here?

Yes. Well, nu.
My mom {was here.

I'm separated

and only just came hack.

Separated?

I'm totally divorced.

And yes.

I'm a cop.

You're lying to me.

You're actually a writer.

I wish.

But if I were, I'd want to be like him.

That bastard Salinger.

I've never read him.

Do you like jazz?

Jazz?

I can't live without jazz.

I love it.

My dad used to take me
to his friends' gigs.

He was never a star, but he played
with guys from the old school.

I'll make you a deal.

I'll loan you Salinger

and you give it back
or I'll arrest you.

And when you get back
from Matanzas,

take me to hear some jazz.

Karina.

It's me, Conde.

I have to fine you 25 pesos, you know.

Are you a cop 24 hours a day

or do you ever rest?

I rest.

I even take a vacation.

I'm thinking of retiring.

How's your police work going?

Complicated.

Did you make it to Matanzas?

Do you like the band?

I like the classics better.

So you're a conservative.

- No.
- Yeah.

What I am is a sentimental
jerk.

That's why I like this place.
The Bohemian atmosphere.

It makes me imagine
the Havana I never knew.

Marion Brando watching Chori
in the beach bars,

Nat King Cole at the Tropicana,

the bars by the port

where the old guys say

you could spend hours
listening to boleros

on a gramophone.

Hemingway at the Floridita,

Errol Flynn at Sloppy Joe's...

How decadent.

Yeah.

Havana was so decadent

it went to shit.

L.D. and vehicle registration.

Of course.

What's up, Tony?

What's up?

You got material?

Oh, Yosvani".

What did I tell you?

About what?

What did I say

about selling marijuana
to the high school kids?

What's wrong, Tony?

Tell me what I said.

Come here, kid.

Come here.

You know I'm the man

here in Havana
and I'll toss you in a second.

Tony, I'm going to fall.

You think the Gardener
is fucking stupid?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then you think I'm the one
who's fucking stupid.

You're a strange guy.

I don't know.

It's like you go around
apologizing for being alive.

I don't understand how
you can be a cop.

Don't worry, my boss doesn't either.

And I understand even less.

You know what my problem is?

I almost always do
what I don't want to do.

I hardly ever do what I want to.

For example?

For example.

What happened down there?

Okay, Puvi-

Start talking.

Buying and selling appliances
illegally,

clothes, motorcycle pans...

I have an idea.
We'll search your garage.

Maybe we'll find some drugs.

What? No way.
I'm not into drugs.

But you like beating up women,
is that it?

If I may, Manolo.

Tell me one thing, Pupi.

If business is good,

why complicate things
with Lissette?

My did you kill her?

Lissette?

Why would I kill Lissette?

When was the last time
you saw her?

Tuesday.

No, Monday.

I picked her up after school

because she wanted to buy
sneakers.

And what happened after?

Nothing.

I took her home,
she tried on her sneakers

and I left.

And you banged her?

The bitch knew I still liked her.

So she still used me
sometimes.

But it was worth it.

She was amazing in bed.

So you beat her up?

Listen to me, Pupi.

Lissette had sex

a few hours before she died.

And from the semen found
in her vagina,

we know it was someone

with type AB.

Just like you.

Coincidence.

No way, man.

Knowing Lissette,

I always used a condom.

I'm not going to pay
for something I didn't do.

Lieutenant Fabricio.

Look.

There was a prize at the pigeon loft.

Tony.

You screwed up big time.

Gardener, it was an accident.

I don't care what it was.

I care how it happened.

The police are investigating.

Business will get bad.

Yeah, but the police won't know
it was us.

No.

Not us, Tony.

You.

Tell me one thing, Pupi.

Do you know if Lissette

had other relations?

Think hard.

We want to help you,
but you have to collaborate.

Yes.

Him.

But he was a total chump.

He was crazy about Lissette,
she was tooling him.

It doesn't look like him.

But it must be him.

Who, Pupi?

This must be a mistake.

Sit down.

And don't tell me how hard
it is to run a high school.

Sit down.

Your fingerprints are all over
the apartment.

Are you going to deny
you had relations with Lissette?

But I didn't kill her.

Why would I?

I was in love with her.

I was too scared
to say it before.

I'm scared you'll think
it was me.

And why would we think that?

I don't know.

Lissette drove me crazy.

When you found out she was
sleeping around you got jealous.

No, sir.

Please, understand me.
I didn't hurt her.

Look.

Tell us when you saw her last.

At her apartment,
the day she was killed.

I was there until 7:30.

Then I got home

at 8:30, when the news was ending.

And you always used a condom.

Always.

Besides, I knew she was a little...

And you knew she took drugs?

No.

Lissette didn't take drugs.

If she was drugged,
she was forced.

Well then?

Have you checked the other
guy's alibi? What was his name?

Pedro Ordbfiez Martell.

Pupi.

The guy looks

guilty of everything
but killing Lissette.

And he was racing motorcycles
that night.

Then it was the principal.

The condom they found was his.

But his wife swears

he got home long before
the murder.

Now I'm...

lost, old man.

I need to know if anyone's
selling drugs at school.

What?

I swear I have no idea.

But you do know who Lissette
hung out with.

I don't meddle in people's lives.

Come on, Jose Luis!

We're Cuban, we love gossip.

Jose Luis, help me.

We're talking about a teacher
getting murdered.

Do you recognize this kid?

No.

This is delicious, Jose.

You saved my life.

I don't know how you can live
like that.

Sweetie,

I need you to do me a favor.

I need to find out about Karina.

The ghost girlfriend?

Pretty much.

I need to know if she went
to Matanzas.

You think you can ask around?

Is something wrong?

Nothing.

Police obsession.

You did the dance, huh?

Okay, we danced.

But she got away.

You're kidding.

She said she needed time,

that we need to get to know
each other.

This late in the game?

You know what?

You're my pal.
I don't like talking about it.

But sometimes...

I still think about the war.

And...

I see myself back in Angola,

stuck in that hole in the ground...

I don't know what the hell
I was doing there.

It was easier to go crazy
than die.

And in the end,

one fucking bullet

came out of nowhere,

changed everything.

But I still want to live,
even like this.

So get the fuck out of here.

Stick it to the redhead.

Live your life, damn it.

Live it!

Yours.

Like I said, never mind the mess.

I won't.

How was Matanzas?

Forget Matanzas.

What do you like writing about?

I like stories that are raw
and touching.

Like Salinger.

Lately I feel like writing again.

Because of you.

Yeah, it's your fault.

When I fall in love,
it makes me want to write.

You fall in love that fast?

Sometimes even fasten

Have you investigated me yet?

I trust my nose.

Things went south.

They found material of ours
at the pigeon loft.

You didn't think to clean up.

I warned you, Tony.

This is your mess.

I know, man.

But I told you, nobody saw us.

Are you sure?

You know the last time
I set foot in a church?

My first communion.

And when I walked out,
I told my mom

I would never go back.

Sundays were for playing ball.

What's up?

What are you looking for?

What I can't find anywhere, man.

A place where people
don't screw each other.

I like your aspirations.

Sometimes I think we spent
our best years here.

This is where I met
almost all my friends.

You, for example.

Conde.

I'm scared.
And not for me.

The guy who fell

off the roof, Yosvani,
was in the business.

What if it was my fault?

For asking about the drugs
at the high school.

Candito, my brother.

I told you, forget about that.

Be careful with those guys.

You're not a super hero,
you got that?

Okay, brother, okay.

Never mind.

Forget it. I called you because
I heard something that might help you.

- Thanks, Maruchi.
- Major.

What mess are you in, Conde?

You kept us waiting.

Don't worry,
this is getting good.

Let's hear it.

We'll go from simple to deep,
like the song says.

According to Captain Ciceren,

the marijuana found in Lissette's

apartment isn't common,
it's Central American.

And you said you caught two guys

with the same stuff, right?

Yes, but the supplier disappeared

or the guys made up a ghost.

They say it was a foreigner.

Orlando Serov.

Alias Lando the Russian.

The foreigner.

Apparently he's moving

weed and all kinds of pills.

Then get to work.

And pull yourself together, Conde.

I don't like police officers
with existential problems.

Is it true you're in love

and you're writing again?

Damn, people can't keep their
mouths shut around here.

What have you got?

Nothing.

But the mother says Lando rented

a beach house.

I sent Fabricio.
You can go with him...

So he can talk shit and say
I'm stealing his case?

No, thanks.

Can I go too, Captain?

Go ahead.

Conde, why are you giving away

such ajuicy case?

That's what friends are for.

If you go around

giving away cases,
you'll get nowhere.

Let me know if you find Lando.

You bet.

L\ \ \ \ i\' Q

Where are you going?

Wait here, I'll be right back.

Got you, shithead!

Why don't you stay the night?

I have a lot of work tomorrow.
I'd rather sleep at home.

Me too.

But with you.

You're going to get a speeding ticket.

It's not that I'm going too fast.

It's that I can't stop.

Where the fuck were you?

How did I not see you before?

Looks like a Russian fucker.

What has he said?

Not much.

We still haven't found out
where he gets his drugs.

He's protecting someone.

He probably knows it's worse
if he talks.

I feel like there's something big
and well organized behind all this.

Orlando Serov.

Explain to me why the marijuana
we found in your house

and Lissette's apartment

are the same.

Who is Lissette?

Don't joke around.

Tell me how all this crap
is organized.

Come in.

Where's Captain Ciceren?

Here to ask for more favors?

What favors, Fabricio?

If it's about Lando,
it's my case now.

Um 'Nah?

That's great.

Congratulations.

Hey, Conde.

I'm sick of your fucking irony

and shitty attitude.

Go fuck yourself.

V\Ihat's going on here?

Conde!

- Conde! Conde!
4 know, Captain.

At some point I'm going
to smack him.

- Are you crazy?
- Okay.

Okay, why I came.

We still haven't been able to link
Lando to Lissette.

It's the same marijuana,

but the fingerprints
don't match the apartment.

What?

Anything new about Yosvani?

You think Yosvani's death
was related to Lissette's?

Yosvani was in her class.

And he was selling drugs.
It's too coincidental.

I don't know, but I have a hunch.

It's somehow related
to the high school.

Or to that kid who was
with Lissette

the night she died.

I can feel it here.

Just keep your hunches to yourself.

Mum!

Hurry up, we're starving!

I made this tamale with grated com,
it's better than ground.

I threw in some pork,

chicken and beef ribs.

Some day you have

to tell me where you get

all this food.

I'll have to arrest you

because you don't see beef ribs
even on TV anymore.

- Mom, is there more?
- Yes.

It's greedy to ask for seconds!

This woman won't pick up.

I'm positive she's not working.

Where the hell is she?

No more.

- No more what?
- No more rum.

We're out of rum!

I was dying to get
totally shitfaced.

And fucking pass out and stop
thinking about my damn life.

He's in bad shape.

Stop drinking!

Get me a complete list
of all her male students.

This year and last year.

A complete list?

Just do it!

Look.

Yuri, isn't that the cop
investigating Lissette's death?

Just the man I was looking for.

I know you know something
you don't want to tell me.

I don't think it's related.

I don't care.

Just tell me.

People at school said

she did reviews

with exercises almost identical
to the exam.

So Lissette

liked her students
getting good grades.

I don't know about now,
but in my time that was cheating.

Which students went to the reviews?

I don't know.

Come on, Jose Luis.

Somebody said something.

I swear on my mom's life
I have no idea.

Really.

You don't have many options.

Either tell me what you know

or I'll take you to the station

and you'll tell me
in front of everyone.

What do we do?

Now we're close.

What happened?

If what I found in the list
checks out,

it's a piece of cake.

Spit it out already.

Take it easy.

The suspense is the best part.

I wrote down the names
of all of Lissette's students.

And when I was almost done,

I saw the name that can solve
all of this shit.

Lezaro Serov Valdes.

There might be more,

but so far,

these are the boys
closest to Lissette.

Luis Gustavo Rodriguez,

Yuri Samper Oliva

and Lezaro Serov Valdes.

Serov.

Like Lando the Russian.

How many Serovs are there
in Havana?

You're such a bastard.

Lezaro Serov Valdes.

18 years old.

12th grade student at La Vibora, right?

Yes.

What was your relationship
with Lissette?

I didn't have any.

Well,

- she was my teacher.
- Talk to me.

Talk to me, Lezaro, this is serious.

You tried to wipe
your fingerprints.

But you left some behind.

Enough to prove you were
in Lissette's apartment.

Yeah, I was.

She had a party, but...

She loved having parties.

You know who's in there?

Lando the Russian.

Your cousin.

Accused of drug trafficking
and possession.

Drugs he hid in your home.

Drugs you took sometimes, right?

Listen, sir.

I didn't kill her.

I swear on my mom's life.

Yuri and Luis can tell you.

We partied, yes.

It was all her idea.

Because I...

She started inviting me
a few months ago.

And a man is a man.

So we started having sex.

But nobody at school could know.

I only told Yuri and Luis.

But why would I kill her?

Come here!

Are you crazy?

We were there in her mom

getting hot.

What? You want me
to swallow that?

Then tell those two
to get out of my house.

Get the fuck out.

You too.

Get out of my house!

Leave!

Get out!

Leave.

Leave me alone.

But she was drunk
and had taken pills.

When we left,
around ten,

Yuri and Luis took the 15
and I took the 174

which stops closer to my house.

And that's it.

Nothing else.

But you guys didn't tell anyone.

Because we were scared.

And we thought

it was better...

That it was better to keep quiet.

To stay out of trouble.

But that's what happened.
I swear.

I asked for her and they said
she didn't go to work.

But she's not sick, right?

Okay, tell Karina I called.

Thanks.

And the lab results?

They're not in yet.

We have nothing.

Lezaro's friends said
they partied for a while

but she got drunk
and kicked them out.

They left around ten.

Yeah, but that means nothing.

They could be protecting
each other.

Or Lezaro went back alone.

You know what they said?

That Lissette was giving Lezaro

test answers.

And he sold them

for 5 pesos a question.

Smart kid, huh?

If that's true, killing her
makes no sense.

Lissette was his goose
that laid golden eggs.

But I think...

Yeah?

Oh, Candito.

No, tell me.

Okay, I'm on my way.

I'll be right back.

What's up?

Squeeze the guys in the lab.

Okay.

Man, that dead kid

has my head spinning.

You think he was murdered?

Look, Conde.

The guy who runs the drugs
in the neighborhood

is called the Gardener.

He lives in a building
that looks like a beehive

on Santos Suerez Street.

On the top floor.

His right hand is a guy
named Tony.

A huge black motherfucker

who has it in for me.

I'm not a snitch, Conde.
I couldn't leave it alone.

And I'm positive

someone's protecting the Gardener.

Who? I don't know.

But someone's taking care of him.

Damn it,

Red. This is some heavy shit.

Look,

disappear for a while
and get some fresh air.

If there's any trouble,
call me.

V\Ihat's up, Red?

Talking to the fuzz?

Turn around, back to the bar.

Move it!

Hey, where's Candito?

He left after you with...

With a black bald guy?

- Yeah.
- Son of a bitch.

Fuck!

Cicerbn!

We've got the boss.

They call him the Gardener.

But we have to pick him up
right now.

- V\Ihat?
- Right now, let's go!

Come on, Fabricio, let's go.

Captain, I need to go with you.

I didn't want to say this
in front of Fabricio.

But the bastards
have a friend of mine

who told me about the Russian
and the Gardener.

I understand.

Let's go.

Watch out!

Take it easy, man.

Take it easy.

Don't make things harder
for yourself.

It's okay, look.

Look.

There.

Get him out of the tub.

It's okay.

Damn it, Red!

Rad!

Don't die on me, damn it.

Don't die, Red.

Don't do this to me!

You scared the shit out of me.

Here you go.

Conde.

Okay, Lezaro.

Everything is cleared up.

The semen

in Lissette's vagina is yours.

Are you listening?

Yours.

You went back alone.

You slept with her and killed her.

I didn't kill her.

We went in the bedroom

and we did it.
Then I left.

Ask Yuri.

When did you eat the pizza?

You went back alone.
Right, Lezaro?

They left, but you stayed.

You went back with the pizza.

I don't know about any pizza.

I left with my friends
and that's it.

Look, Lezaro.

There's a witness out there
who saw you go back

to Lissette's.

That's not true.

I didn't go back.

Yes, Lezaro.

You bought the pizza
and went back alone.

I didn't go back alone.
I left with my friends.

The old man saw you, damn it!

Lissette's neighbor takes out
the trash every night at 11.

And he just recognized you.

You went back to kill her,
didn't you?

No.

No, that's not what happened.

The party's over, get out.

Get up and leave.

I don't want anyone here.

Come here, baby.

Are you going to do what I asked?

I told you to forget the exams.

You think I'm stupid?

Why Stupid?

I heard you're making money
off the answers.

Forget it, Lezaro.

I won't risk my job

for a brat like you.

Come here.
Take it easy, Lissette.

Take it easy.

You're going too far.
Men deserve respect.

Men?

You think having a big dick...?

Oh, my son.

You can't even wipe your ass.

It was all her fault.

Let me go!

You're going to give me
those fucking test answers.

You hear?

- You got it? I'm a man.
- Let go of me!

Get your hands off me!
Help!

Somebody help me!

Shut the fuck up!

- Don't touch me!
- Shut up!

I tried to revive her.

I swear.

I didn't want to.

What else could you expect?

I hate to say it, Conde,
but I have to admit

you did a great job.

As usual, in your own way.

Contreras and Ciceren

dream; "Manned me
on the case.

And the drugs?

We have to trace all that shit
back to the source.

But that's not your case anymore.

That's our problem.

- How's your friend?
- He'll live.

Now what I can't stop thinking about

is who fucking tipped off the Gardener.

He even left his man behind!

Of course,

I can't interrogate him now.
Thanks to Fabricio.

Conde, Fabricio saved your life.

You really believe that?

I think the Gardener
has friends in high places.

I'm sorry, Major,
but I can't allow the lieutenant

to question the integrity
of one of my men.

Major, I'm only saying.. -

Don't Major me!

You're pushing it.

You do what I say here.

And you speak when I tell you.

Or one day I'll have to break
your balls.

What are you doing here?

Are you alone?

Come in, come in.

What happened yesterday?

Was there a problem?

Your phone got cut off,
an earthquake...

I'll believe any excuse
you come up with.

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Why did you ask about me
in the neighborhood?

It's my job.
I wanted to know what happened.

Nothing happened.

I got a call.

But we were meeting.

A call from my husband.

Your husband?

What are you trying to say?

My husband gets back tomorrow.

He's a doctor, he's in Venezuela.

He called two days ago.
They're sending him back early.

I didn't have the courage
to tell you the other day.

But I thought you were separated.

Mario, don't make things
even harder.

I don't know why I started
this madness with you.

I was having problems with
my husband and I liked you...

I think I needed to sleep with
another man.

But I picked the worst of all.

I'm the worst?

You fall in love, Mario.

Well then?

Nothing.

I'm going home, back to my life.

But I don't regret what happened.

I wish you could forgive me.

Do you care?

Yes.

I care.

If you ever need to change
a flat tire, let me know.

Fixing disasters is my specialty

I'm leaving, damn it!

No, you're not.

You're nuts.
You can't leave like this, damn it.

- Yeah, kid.
- No.

I'm going to die alone
like a stray dog.

But I'll tell you something.

I fucking love you, man.

Because you're my brother.

You're Skinny and you're my brother!

Oh, man.
Don't start crying on me now.

If you cry, you'll make me cry too.

Then cry, damn it.
Cry-

I can't fucking stop.

What are we?

Two old drunk ladies!