Hermanos y detectives (2006–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - El profesor Fontán - full transcript
In the name of the father
by Sebastián Alew
- Professor Fontán.
- I'm early. May I come in?
Yes, of course.
Thanks for coming.
Truth be said,
I almost couldn't sleep last night.
What I handed you is a draft.
I can think of a lot of things to modify,
but I wanted to hear your feedback first.
It's the same for me.
There is always something to improve.
Publishing redeems us from
all those eternal corrections.
Yeah, of course it does for you.
I still have a long way to go.
I have some freshly brewed coffee.
Would you like some?
No, thanks, it's Turkish poison.
Cheese cake? It's homemade.
My mother made it.
No, no. Thank you.
Well, professor, speed up this terrible
moment and tell me the truth:
you thought it was a piece of crap,
didn't you?
First thing, I'd tell you
that I read the whole thing.
No, don't laugh, if I hadn't liked it
I wouldn't have gone past page 10.
Have you had any other feedback yet?
No, I followed your advice:
until it's finished and corrected,
nobody should read it.
Otherwise, everyone has something to say.
Well... Let's see...
Notice that I made
some annotations in the margins.
- Okay.
- Allow me.
This is good, yes,
advance the information about the father.
Yes, because otherwise you risk
the reader anticipating it.
I'll confess something to you, Sebastián:
it's the best thing you've written so far,
and the best I've read in a long time.
- Really?
- I'm serious.
It's a novel by a writer,
not by a literature student.
Of course there are things
to polish, but...
The title, for example.
"In the name of the father"
sounds very pretentious.
Maybe something shorter would be better:
"The Secret". Right?
More enigmatic. It sells more.
Yeah, could be.
We should also correct some expressions
that sound a bit Borgian.
Yeah, that's true.
There's something from Kafka, right?
Yes, but I wanted that to be evident.
Doesn't matter,
people don't understand anything.
Everybody talks about Kafka
but nobody reads him.
The girlfriend character
is very well built.
She doesn't appear much
but she's my favorite.
I even imagined a second part of the novel
told from her point of view.
I would never have thought of that.
Truth be said, I'm home.
Any calls for me?
- Professor, how are you doing?
- Very well, thank you. Is Sebastián home?
Yes. Who else could listen
to music at that volume?
I want to thank you a lot. Since my husband
died Sebastián's been very distressed.
The only thing he talks about
with any joy is your lessons.
Well, I'm very flattered by what you say.
- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thank you, it's Turkish poison.
Sebastián?
Sebastián?
Son?
Son, what happened? Open up. Open up!
Let's see, ma'am, let me do it.
Sebastián! Sebastián!
Sebastián, son, for God's sake!
Sebastián, for God's sake! What happened?
No, no, no!
My life, my sun, my son, my love!
Deputy Commissioner Serrano.
How strange to see you here!
Yes, is this...? What can you tell me?
This is a suicide from here to China.
There's a single shot at close range,
entry wound to the left temple
and no exit wound.
The kid was depressed all the time,
locked up... There's the mother.
The literature teacher who was teaching him
was downstairs when they heard the shot.
All the neighbors corroborate it: a single shot.
The room where he was found
was locked with a bolt on the inside.
There's a window,
but it's very small, tiny.
It's impossible for anyone
to get in or out through there.
I don't understand these kids, man.
They're so eager to ruin
their family's life!
I'm sending the gun to ballistics.
Tomorrow morning I'll have a detailed
report from the forensic expert
and what's left is to take a statement from
the teacher and then from the mother.
I'm going to send her away quickly
because she's wrecked.
Well, but you don't have
to take care of that.
- Go home and celebrate.
- Celebrate?
- Minister.
- Hello.
- How are you, sir?
- I'm fine.
Look what a mess, for God's sake!
Guys, can I have your attention
for a minute, please, everybody?
- The kid's mother isn't around, is she?
- She's downstairs, sir.
Well, after this suicide we're going to say
goodbye to our friend Alturé
because the head office told me
that as from Monday he will no longer
be a homicide inspector,
to become nothing more
and nothing less than chief.
Let's see, Montero.
Take care of all the paperwork, I want
this case closed and filed in 48 hours.
Mr. Deputy Commissioner,
do you know who's going to replace you?
Surely not you, bootlicker.
You misunderstood, Mansilla.
Somebody, bring me a piece of that cake,
it looks great.
I haven't eaten a damn thing all day.
We were with the teacher down here
and we heard the noise.
- Have you looked at the door?
- Yes, there's nothing.
What noise did you hear, ma'am?
The gunshot, officer, we heard the gunshot
and ran upstairs to the study.
Are you the boy's language teacher?
Literature.
I taught him at the
University of Buenos Aires
and now I was giving him private lessons.
You didn't get to see him alive, did you?
Unfortunately not.
You told us that the door was locked?
Yes, the teacher knocked it down
and we found him there.
Poor baby, my life, my love,
my little darling!
Officer, couldn't we continue
this another time?
We're almost done, ma'am,
it's just to close the case
and spare you of future burdens. Right?
Was the gun yours?
No, there was never a gun
in this house. Never.
Okay, ma'am, that's it.
We won't bother you anymore.
Where are you taking him now?
The body goes straight to the
judicial morgue. It's routine.
It'll be at your disposal anytime soon.
With your permission.
Oh, my God! What?
What happened, my God, what happened?
Did you kill someone today?
- No.
- Did you arrest anyone?
- No, I didn't either.
- So what did you do?
Not much, really.
You rat bastard!
My grandmother says you must put
the guy from the 11 H in jail.
He keeps saying dirty things to her
and leaves La Nación at her door.
Tell her I'll arrest him tomorrow.
That's what you said last week.
Excuse me,
shouldn't you be doing your homework now?
Homework my butt! Cop!
Oh, God!
Montero, how's it going?
Day 12, unpaid rent, you get it?
Franco, what's up? This is Canario.
This Saturday night we're
renting the field.
You're not going to chicken
out this time, eh?
Good morning.
This is a message for Mr. Franco Montero
on behalf of Stenbrook & Associates
on the occasion
of the death of Mr. Gregorio Montero.
It is imperative that you show up first
thing tomorrow morning at our offices,
not only to discuss inheritance matters but
also another more, complex issue,
of which we prefer to speak
to you personally.
The address of the firm is
311 Maipú Avenue.
As far as I understand, you had no
relationship or contact with your father.
-Were you aware that your father lived in
Mercedes, Province of Buenos Aires? - No.
Mr. Montero contacted us during
the last few months of his illness
with the purpose of updating the papers
and to leave express orders
to be followed after his death.
If you allow me, I'll read you some points.
No need for that.
Why don't you summarize? Let's cut
to the chase. Did he leave anything?
Well, if you're talking about material
goods, the property that served as a home
was auctioned off to raise the mortgage and
cover expenses, including our fees.
The furniture was donated
to a non-profit organization.
Regarding money, there was no cash,
but there is something else.
Or rather someone else.
Were you aware that your father
had another son, Lorenzo Montero?
No.
The mother died during childbirth.
Then your father's last will,
taking into account that
there are no living or direct relatives,
is that you are to be the custodian of
Lorenzo until he reaches adult age.
- Is this a joke?
- Sorry?
Is this a joke?
He abandons me, breeds another son,
and he wants me to take care of him?
I thank you very much, doctor,
but I don't accept.
I can understand that your first feeling
must be very invasive,
but I'm not offering it to you,
I'm notifying you.
The laws are like that.
I don't dictate them, I enforce them.
It's important that you know something
before you meet Lorenzo.
He's not an ordinary child.
Let's say he's a special person.
Does he suffer a handicap?
No. He has above average intelligence.
His last test came back with an IQ of 200.
I have no idea about that. Is that a lot?
Let's say it makes him a child prodigy.
Come here, Lorenzo. I want you to
meet Franco, your half-brother.
Well, hello.
Do you want some?
What grade are you in?
I just finished high school
three months ago.
I passed all my subjects.
But I still don't know what
career to follow.
I used to like Egyptology,
but now I'm a little over it.
Let's make one thing clear so that....
You are going to stay with me
only until we find a solution.
We'll find a foster family,
an orphanage, or something,
but you can't stay with me
forever. Understand?
Why not?
For example, there's the money issue.
I have money for myself alone,
I don't have money for two people.
How much do you earn per month?
You don't ask that.
I'm sorry.
890 pesos, I earn.
Gross or net?
Net.
How much rent do you pay?
- 320 pesos.
- Fixed expenses?
90 pesos a month, but sometimes
a little more.
That leaves 480 pesos.
Divided by 30, that's 16 pesos per day.
If you keep 75% and I keep 25%,
you'd live on 12 pesos and I on 4.
I can live on four pesos.
Do you guys want anything else?
Can I get you anything else?
Well, let me know if you
need anything else.
Do you live alone?
Yes.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
- No.
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh what?
- No, no, nothing.
Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone. Got it?
Is it a riddle?
"Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone."
"Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone."
Mansilla.
You can close the case
for your friend Serrano, Montero.
The coroner's report confirmed the suicide:
instantaneous death caused by the gunshot.
Also ballistics; Crespi said
the only fingerprints found on the gun
were those of the boy.
It's a.38, it has the serial number erased.
He probably bought it in some slum or
at one of those provincial fairs.
I printed out some full
color photos for you.
The boy locked himself in his room, put on
some music, and bang, bye-bye world.
They call you at table one, Marce.
Would you bring a coffee
with milk, Marcela?
Yes, I'll bring it right now.
How I fancy that girl! She's never going
to give me a chance. You, even less.
At least I have the charm
of Caribbean skin.
Fortunato and Bianchini tried to pick
her up but there was no chance.
It seems she has a boyfriend
or is dating a married guy.
Samorini says that once, after closing
hour, he gave her a drink and kissed her.
But you can't believe him,
he's a liar when it comes to girls!
Last week he stand guard
at a presidential ceremony
and he says that Cristina Kirchner
was giving him good looks.
Excuse me, but what about the cake?
And who is this?
It's a bit of a complicated story.
I'll tell you later.
He's my brother, but I'll tell you later.
What about the cake?
I'm saying that if someone
is about to take his own life,
why would he serve himself a piece of cake?
To leave it there?
Isn't that suspicious?
Brothers and detectives
Brothers be united.
He's right, Franco.
Why did he serve himself the cake if he
wasn't going to eat it? It's ridiculous.
Caucasian is spelled with an "s".
I've got this report due
first thing tomorrow morning
and all you have is a piece of cake,
Mansilla, please.
I can't believe it. You like filling out
reports more than investigating?
You're like a kid who'd rather do homework
than go play in the park.
I don't like filling out reports.
You know why I do it? Because it's my job.
Why did you take a job you don't like?
Shut your mouth. Stay out of my business.
Okay.
It's no small thing, a cake.
That's your job: to look at the details.
Wow, a magnifying glass!
The kid committed suicide inside a room
that locks from the inside.
Explain it to me, come on.
We should see the crime scene.
He wants to see the crime scene,
it's unbelievable!
Because the murderer could have been
hiding inside the room
and left when the mother
and the teacher came in.
You know how this ends?
With you and me suspended.
I'm going to ballistics. I want to know
where that gun came from at once.
The magnifying glass is yours, Lorenzo.
It's a gift.
Thanks, Mansilla!
Ma'am, do you know if Sebastián
had any enemies,
conflicts with a classmate,
or here in the neighborhood?
No, at least not that I know of.
Sebastián was a little introverted
but he wasn't a troublemaker.
Officer, I don't understand
what's going on.
What's going on is this:
there are some things that don't add up.
That's why I need to exhaust
the investigation.
Do you understand, ma'am? I can't close the
case yet. That's why I summoned you both.
You say there are things
that don't add up, but...
we were here...
Officer, this is
a terribly unfortunate incident,
but more unfortunate is such an invasive
attitude during this woman's bereavement.
No, Fontán, let him be.
No one is going to give me
my son back anymore, so...
What else do you want to know?
Ma'am, first I want to tell you
that I understand
the terrible situation
that you're going through.
and that my intention is
nothing more than to do my job.
That's all I wanted to tell you.
Do you know if he had any debts?
Well, let's imagine:
let's suppose for a moment
that the death of this boy Sebastián
wasn't a suicide.
Frankly I tell you, officer,
I don't mind you investigating.
In fact, I think it's perfectly right.
I wish the police would always
behave this way.
Frankly, what worries me
is this boy's mother.
I understand you perfectly well, professor.
Imagine my situation
of having to come here at this time.
But let me be honest.
What happened was this:
my little brother made a
point about the cake...
and he got me thinking, honestly.
So the one talking about the cake was you?
This kid is completely cross-eyed,
isn't he?
No, not completely,
just one eye wanders, that's all.
Especially when I'm tired. See?
I already thought his presence
here was strange.
I said: how can they bring a kid
to a place like this?
But of course, he's a real detective.
Well, let's suppose that after
killing the boy,
the supposed murderer decides
to hide in some corner of the room,
waiting for the right moment to escape and
reach the street when you open the door.
Let's agree, officer,
that in this room, hiding places...
What about behind the door?
Let's see...
You say... here.
The murderer hides here,
Sebastián's mother and I go in,
and he takes the opportunity
to sneak behind us.
It's a possibility.
No.
There's a mark here.
- Let's see.
- Here.
You see it?
Yes, there's a mark.
No, what he means is
that when you slammed the door
the doorknob hit the wall
leaving a mark on the plaster,
so if there had been someone here,
there would be no mark.
Then we'll have to think of
someone hanging from the ceiling,
hanging from the beam...
What do you think? Frankly,
it seems very unlikely to me.
As a plan it would be illogical.
It makes you quite easy to be discovered.
Then we have to go back to the suicide
theory, because there is no closet.
There's a novel by Ellery Queen, I think,
where the killer uses a magnet
to lock the door from the outside.
Is that right?
Ellery Queen?
Do you know I haven't read anything by him?
Shame on me! A boy reads more than I do.
What about him? Does he write well, Ellery?
- Excuse me.
- Madam...
- A little water.
- You shouldn't have bothered.
- Thank you.
- This little boy is a sweetheart.
He has the same look as Sebastián.
Did he have one eye wandering, too?
No, it's not that.
It's the expression, the way he looks...
He reminds me a lot of him.
Let me know if there's anything else.
Thank you.
Then I hope it was a murder, because if
it wasn't, I'm a potential suicide.
Well, maybe he escaped through the window
if he wasn't a very big person.
How big can that vent be?
Yes.
I'm saying that with a magnet the killer could
very well have set the lock from the outside.
- In real life that's impossible, Lorenzo.
- You can bet that it's possible.
Lorenzo, no, the magnet's magnetism
doesn't go through a wooden door.
Well, okay.
We forgot about the motive, professor.
We're assuming that this was
a planned homicide,
coldly calculated,
but we have no motive why anyone
would need to get rid of this boy.
Well, maybe a life insurance policy...
No, he didn't have any. I checked.
Jealous girlfriend?
He split three months ago from
his last girlfriend. It was peaceful.
Besides, a crime of passion
is never that elaborate. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Maybe he was killed to steal something.
Yes, but usually a homicide
to steal something
leaves more of a mess in the room...
Well, but maybe he had hidden savings.
No, what happened here was something else.
Here the boy serves himself a cake,
he gets an anguish peak
and shoots himself in the head.
Many times I pour myself a cup of tea
and by the morning it's still untouched
on the bedside table.
Yes, it sounds logical, officer.
I insist that this suicide thing
seems a crime to me.
The whole crime thing
seems to me to be a delusion,
because when the shot rang out,
the mother and I were in the living room.
How long could it have taken
us to get upstairs?
30 seconds at most.
Where through could he have escaped?
Honestly it seems to me more like the plot
for a novel than for reality.
- What about a novel?
- A novel?
Would anyone kill a person to get a book
that costs 30, 40 pesos, 100, in a bookstore?
Well, but maybe it's
a limited edition, an antique,
or a literary jewel...
No, I mean a novel written by him.
Ah, written by him! Yes!
You had access to what he wrote.
We mostly worked with published works:
Chesterton, Joyce, Proust, Poe,...
Sometimes, but only sometimes, he would
bring me some essay written by him,
some short story, but a...
- Montero, do you copy?
- Just a second.
Yes, I copy you, Mansilla.
I found something!
- What's up?
- Hurry up!
What did you find now, brainiac?
Look, there's a print.
- A fingerprint...
- Yes.
He could have escaped down the stair,
couldn't he?
Let's see...
Yes, yes, but it could be anyone's.
Besides, there are no fingerprints.
Precisely, he wore a glove.
That proves that someone took care
not to leave fingerprints.
Sure, but some maid could
have washed the glass.
Why would she wash them if
it rained all along this morning?
Yeah, that's true.
Look what's there. Have you ever seen that?
Where? I don't see it.
- Over there. See?
- Lorenzo!
Get down from there, Lorenzo. Come here.
I was holding him. Don't worry.
- Come here, Lorenzo.
- I was scared too when I saw him here.
That's the last time you climb up
to a window. Is that clear?
- It's one story high, that's all.
- Okay. Don't climb any more.
Professor, we have to leave;
my partner called and I have to meet him.
What, any interesting clues?
It must be nothing, really.
It's just that it's a dangerous place and
I have to go with him. Thank you very much.
And where are you going to leave the child?
Why don't you leave him here for a couple
of hours, go, and then come back?
Sure, because there are clues here.
And while we're at it,
we can continue investigating.
So when you come back you can tell
Sebastián's mother and me the news.
I think that's too much. You've already
collaborated a lot. It's a nuisance.
Please, I want to stay with
Professor Fontán!
Lorenzo, no. What did I just tell you?
This is not a birthday party.
Who wants to drink chocolate milk
with cookies?
- I do!
- Seriously, man, seriously.
Go now, I don't have much to do.
I can take care of Lorenzo just fine.
Where did you bring me, Mansilla?
Sometimes the guy who sells the guns erases
the serial number, but only on the outside.
So I asked Crespi to disassemble
the revolver.
- So?
- That was it.
The number was embossed
on the plate inside.
I traced the gun.
It was stolen from a gun shop in Flores
six months ago.
They took 50 thousand bucks worth of guns
with a moving truck,
plus the furniture, the computer,
and the gun shop owner's car.
Do you remember that this is how
the gang of Chueco Ramírez steals?
Then I went to see crazy Parente because
he was with the gang for a while.
And then?
He stopped working with him because
chueco fucked his daughter.
So he quit.
He told me that Ramírez
washes out the auto parts in Warnes,
the household appliances in Boedo,
and the weapons in Villa Luro
with one-eyed Mendizábal.
Yes, but the one-eyed man
is in jail, Mansilla.
- Yes, yes, I went to see him, to Devoto.
- You went to see him in Devoto?
Your brother filled me with enthusiasm.
I think he helped himself from the table
to jump over the ligustrine.
When he climbed it he moved it a little and
that caused these marks on the ground.
That tells us that the killer was
relatively heavy. He's not a kid.
Well, but he's short,
otherwise he would have jumped it.
Maybe not. Maybe he used the table
because of lack of physical training.
Maybe he was more
into intellectual pursuits. Right?
Yes.
You're moving too fast, kiddo.
We still don't know how he got into
the house or out of the room.
Because your brother said
the magnet thing can't be done.
It can. Me, in Mercedes,
to the lady who was taking care of me,
I hid under the table and with a magnet
and I moved her silverware.
One day I had to tell her because
she thought she was possessed.
Come on, let's see what clue
we find on the other side.
Here.
Did the one-eyed man tell
you anything, or not?
That there are only two guys
who were in charge of selling his guns.
That gun was sold by Black Zapata
or the fat guy Tolosa.
Where are you taking me, Mansilla?
Black Zapata was killed
two months ago in the cellar operation.
He was associated
with commissioner Mínguetti's gang.
He says they took him down
so he wouldn't sing.
And theoretically
this is the office of fat man Tolosa.
How's it going? I'd like to see Tolosa.
- Who are you?
- Federal Police.
We're not looking for trouble.
We'd like to ask a few questions.
One moment, please.
You do realize we're following
an 11-year-old child, don't you?
I don't believe it!
Hey! Hey!
Ah, well.
Who's that?
Hey!
Can you stop a little bit, Tolosa?
We're grownups.
Let's talk.
Stay there.
Get out of here!
Tolosa, stop, for God's sake!
Come on.
Come on.
Hey, it was Saravigo.
I have nothing to do with the meat mafia.
It's not my business.
The only thing I took was a cow, man.
A cow for a barbecue at my cousin's place!
What are you talking about, Tolosa?
Aren't you coming
for the crime at the central market?
Just for what you made me run,
you're going to jail.
Here comes the other one.
The gun.
Do you recognize it or not?
Lorenzo, this is dangerous.
Let's go back to the house.
I'm in charge of you now.
It's just that we're close.
The two of us we can find out.
We have to use our intelligence.
If your theory is correct,
I'm not too smart.
In fact, my role in this will have been
rather embarrassing,
deliberately used as a
witness to the crime.
Yes. And now that you put it that way,
there's something that doesn't quite add up.
What's not adding up for you, my darling?
Why would anyone risk killing
the boy knowing
that you and the mother are inside,
and you could find him?
Well, because maybe someone...
Well, I don't know. I got dizzy.
I'm already dizzy, I confess.
You're going too fast.
You're too smart for me.
Except that maybe he wanted them to think
that the death happened at that moment,
and in reality he had already killed him.
Stop, I heard the shot. I'm not crazy.
It could have been a fake.
Could it have been a fake?
We're looking for the person
who bought this.38 special,
two-inch, metal, five-shot,
wooden handle...
Stop a little bit. I need a drink.
In this state I can't even think.
Get this guy a bottle of water.
Maybe a Gatorade?
- Tropical fruit.
- Well, don't overdo it, Tolosa.
I don't know if I sold it.
You'll go to jail anyway.
The only difference will be the number
of charges I'm going to put against you.
- So help me and I'll help you.
- Do you know how often I've heard that?
- This time it's for real, Tolosa.
- Yes, yes...
Let's see, let me think.
- Stop, I think I'm torn.
- Oh, no, man! Come on.
- Ask him to bring me something.
- Something what?
I don't know, a Rati Salil, something.
Answer me one more thing
and I'll close my case.
Did you sell it to a young guy, 18 or so,
skinny, fair complexion,
curly hair, yes or no?
I'm only answering because
you told him to bring the drink.
- And I know a good gesture when I see one.
- Well, thank you very much.
In the last three months
I've sold only one 38,
and that was to a blond guy, 45 years old,
suit, glasses, and a broad forehead.
Weird! He told me he was
going to rob a bank.
And he was the least crooked-looking person
I've ever seen in my fucking life.
And how could he have faked the shot?
That's a piece of cake, a remote-controlled
explosion or a firecracker with a fuse.
That's the least of it.
What I don't understand is why
nobody heard the real shot.
What you are saying is that
what I really heard was not a gunshot.
If he was killed before I got there
somebody must have heard the real shot.
Yeah. I just got... listen:
the killer used the noise of the train
to hide the shot.
And he set off the explosion in the studio
while he was outside the house.
Exactly.
What an imagination!
- But the weird thing is...
- The weird thing... What's weird, baby?
I think the theory falls apart
because the police,
when they went in, they should have found
some trace of the explosion.
And the only ones who
went in before the experts
and could have erased
the evidence are...
Sebastián's mother and...
- And...?
- Well, it could also have been a suicide.
Well done. I congratulate you, detective.
Your theory is very interesting, Lorenzo.
According to you, my student gave me a
novel to read that no one knew about,
an unpublished novel, and I liked it.
What's more, I thought it was great.
It is a possibility, nothing more.
I saw the opportunity to publish it
under my name by stealing it from him,
but for that I had to kill him.
It doesn't add up, no.
I knew the house, I knew that the door
of the studio could be locked
with a magnet, and I chose a method:
not only to simulate a suicide,
but to find two witnesses to confirm it.
You're hurting me.
- One of them myself.
- Yeah, now that I hear it, it sounds unlikely.
No, let's not rule it out.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Yeah, as a plan it's great.
It's the perfect crime.
No, I wouldn't say perfect.
There's the cake issue, isn't there?
What cake issue?
Oh, yes, I'd already forgotten.
You had already forgotten...
Yes, "I'd already forgotten".
There's a novel by Ellery Queen
where the murderer uses a magnet
to lock the door from the outside.
- Help!
- "Ah, I found something,
I think he climbed on that table!"
"Don't you see the marks?"
Do you know how many times I've read
Ellery Queen novels, you demonic brat?
Did you see how the little dogs run over
on the road look like?
That's how you're going to look.
I shouted at him, officer, not to go on the
tracks, that it was dangerous.
But he didn't listen to me. He wanted to go
look for fingerprints with the magnifying glass
and there he got smashed, poor thing.
How the hell do I cross the tracks,
for God's sake?
They're there, look!
Please, let me go!
Calm down.
Get out of there, Fontán!
No, no, no!
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- He didn't hurt you, did he?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
He didn't do anything to you,
are you in one piece?
Yes.
Calm down. It's all over.
Fontán!
Fontán!
Fontán, you have the right to a trial!
Watch what you're doing, Fontán, please!
Sir, please move out of the tracks!
Hold still. Quiet.
When he hears the mother coming,
he lights the fuse.
Then he goes out, locks with the magnet
the bolt from the outside,
through the corridor he leaves the attic
and goes to Sebastián Alew's room
where the window overlooking
the backyard is.
He reaches the backyard,
crosses the ligustrine,
he walks a few meters
to where the car is parked.
Once he gets in the car all he did was
head towards the house
as if nothing had happened.
- It's spectacular, this.
- Unbelievable.
I want a full report tomorrow morning.
Don't do anything else.
Okay, sir.
- Montero...
- Yes, sir?
I'm promoting you. As of Monday, take over
the homicide squad that Alturé left.
Bravo, man!
Thank you, Deputy Commissioner.
Excuse me, Deputy Commissioner.
- Me too...
- You too what?
I also participated in the operation.
Yes, I know. If Montero wants you in his
team, let him ask for the transfer.
You know the rules.
Yes, sir.
- What you asked for, Montero.
- Thank you.
Ma'am, how are you?
Do you want some more water, coffee...?
No, thank you. I already had one.
My men raided Professor Fontán's house
and found this. I think it belongs to you.
Yes.
- I can't thank you enough.
- Please, madam.
Thank you.
I'd like to say goodbye
to the little boy, so sweet...
Lorenzo.
He really was instrumental
in solving the case.
- Where is Lorenzo?
- I don't know.
What do you mean, "I don't know"?
I don't know.
Fortunato, have you seen my little brother?
You have a little brother?
Bianchini, didn't you see
an 11-year-old boy with glasses?
No idea.
What time did you get to the house?
Around six in the evening.
Facing front.
I think it's the second one.
Left profile.
Guys, sorry, didn't you see a boy
about 11 or 12 years old with glasses?
- No, nothing. I didn't see anything.
- Thank you.
Face front.
Sketch of crime suspect released
Two crimes awaiting trial
No clues for the consultant's crime
"It was a homicide and not a casual death,"
his brother said
Murder in a swimming pool of a club
- You scared me, Lorenzo.
- I'm sorry. It's just that I was reading this.
Because the body was found
lying in the swimming pool
four hours after the coroner
had determined the time of death
and the teacher had had an argument
with her in front of everybody.
Isn't that too obvious?
Why would he risk throwing her
in the place that makes him
directly the main defendant?
There we go again!
Isn't that suspicious?
by Sebastián Alew
- Professor Fontán.
- I'm early. May I come in?
Yes, of course.
Thanks for coming.
Truth be said,
I almost couldn't sleep last night.
What I handed you is a draft.
I can think of a lot of things to modify,
but I wanted to hear your feedback first.
It's the same for me.
There is always something to improve.
Publishing redeems us from
all those eternal corrections.
Yeah, of course it does for you.
I still have a long way to go.
I have some freshly brewed coffee.
Would you like some?
No, thanks, it's Turkish poison.
Cheese cake? It's homemade.
My mother made it.
No, no. Thank you.
Well, professor, speed up this terrible
moment and tell me the truth:
you thought it was a piece of crap,
didn't you?
First thing, I'd tell you
that I read the whole thing.
No, don't laugh, if I hadn't liked it
I wouldn't have gone past page 10.
Have you had any other feedback yet?
No, I followed your advice:
until it's finished and corrected,
nobody should read it.
Otherwise, everyone has something to say.
Well... Let's see...
Notice that I made
some annotations in the margins.
- Okay.
- Allow me.
This is good, yes,
advance the information about the father.
Yes, because otherwise you risk
the reader anticipating it.
I'll confess something to you, Sebastián:
it's the best thing you've written so far,
and the best I've read in a long time.
- Really?
- I'm serious.
It's a novel by a writer,
not by a literature student.
Of course there are things
to polish, but...
The title, for example.
"In the name of the father"
sounds very pretentious.
Maybe something shorter would be better:
"The Secret". Right?
More enigmatic. It sells more.
Yeah, could be.
We should also correct some expressions
that sound a bit Borgian.
Yeah, that's true.
There's something from Kafka, right?
Yes, but I wanted that to be evident.
Doesn't matter,
people don't understand anything.
Everybody talks about Kafka
but nobody reads him.
The girlfriend character
is very well built.
She doesn't appear much
but she's my favorite.
I even imagined a second part of the novel
told from her point of view.
I would never have thought of that.
Truth be said, I'm home.
Any calls for me?
- Professor, how are you doing?
- Very well, thank you. Is Sebastián home?
Yes. Who else could listen
to music at that volume?
I want to thank you a lot. Since my husband
died Sebastián's been very distressed.
The only thing he talks about
with any joy is your lessons.
Well, I'm very flattered by what you say.
- Would you like some coffee?
- No, thank you, it's Turkish poison.
Sebastián?
Sebastián?
Son?
Son, what happened? Open up. Open up!
Let's see, ma'am, let me do it.
Sebastián! Sebastián!
Sebastián, son, for God's sake!
Sebastián, for God's sake! What happened?
No, no, no!
My life, my sun, my son, my love!
Deputy Commissioner Serrano.
How strange to see you here!
Yes, is this...? What can you tell me?
This is a suicide from here to China.
There's a single shot at close range,
entry wound to the left temple
and no exit wound.
The kid was depressed all the time,
locked up... There's the mother.
The literature teacher who was teaching him
was downstairs when they heard the shot.
All the neighbors corroborate it: a single shot.
The room where he was found
was locked with a bolt on the inside.
There's a window,
but it's very small, tiny.
It's impossible for anyone
to get in or out through there.
I don't understand these kids, man.
They're so eager to ruin
their family's life!
I'm sending the gun to ballistics.
Tomorrow morning I'll have a detailed
report from the forensic expert
and what's left is to take a statement from
the teacher and then from the mother.
I'm going to send her away quickly
because she's wrecked.
Well, but you don't have
to take care of that.
- Go home and celebrate.
- Celebrate?
- Minister.
- Hello.
- How are you, sir?
- I'm fine.
Look what a mess, for God's sake!
Guys, can I have your attention
for a minute, please, everybody?
- The kid's mother isn't around, is she?
- She's downstairs, sir.
Well, after this suicide we're going to say
goodbye to our friend Alturé
because the head office told me
that as from Monday he will no longer
be a homicide inspector,
to become nothing more
and nothing less than chief.
Let's see, Montero.
Take care of all the paperwork, I want
this case closed and filed in 48 hours.
Mr. Deputy Commissioner,
do you know who's going to replace you?
Surely not you, bootlicker.
You misunderstood, Mansilla.
Somebody, bring me a piece of that cake,
it looks great.
I haven't eaten a damn thing all day.
We were with the teacher down here
and we heard the noise.
- Have you looked at the door?
- Yes, there's nothing.
What noise did you hear, ma'am?
The gunshot, officer, we heard the gunshot
and ran upstairs to the study.
Are you the boy's language teacher?
Literature.
I taught him at the
University of Buenos Aires
and now I was giving him private lessons.
You didn't get to see him alive, did you?
Unfortunately not.
You told us that the door was locked?
Yes, the teacher knocked it down
and we found him there.
Poor baby, my life, my love,
my little darling!
Officer, couldn't we continue
this another time?
We're almost done, ma'am,
it's just to close the case
and spare you of future burdens. Right?
Was the gun yours?
No, there was never a gun
in this house. Never.
Okay, ma'am, that's it.
We won't bother you anymore.
Where are you taking him now?
The body goes straight to the
judicial morgue. It's routine.
It'll be at your disposal anytime soon.
With your permission.
Oh, my God! What?
What happened, my God, what happened?
Did you kill someone today?
- No.
- Did you arrest anyone?
- No, I didn't either.
- So what did you do?
Not much, really.
You rat bastard!
My grandmother says you must put
the guy from the 11 H in jail.
He keeps saying dirty things to her
and leaves La Nación at her door.
Tell her I'll arrest him tomorrow.
That's what you said last week.
Excuse me,
shouldn't you be doing your homework now?
Homework my butt! Cop!
Oh, God!
Montero, how's it going?
Day 12, unpaid rent, you get it?
Franco, what's up? This is Canario.
This Saturday night we're
renting the field.
You're not going to chicken
out this time, eh?
Good morning.
This is a message for Mr. Franco Montero
on behalf of Stenbrook & Associates
on the occasion
of the death of Mr. Gregorio Montero.
It is imperative that you show up first
thing tomorrow morning at our offices,
not only to discuss inheritance matters but
also another more, complex issue,
of which we prefer to speak
to you personally.
The address of the firm is
311 Maipú Avenue.
As far as I understand, you had no
relationship or contact with your father.
-Were you aware that your father lived in
Mercedes, Province of Buenos Aires? - No.
Mr. Montero contacted us during
the last few months of his illness
with the purpose of updating the papers
and to leave express orders
to be followed after his death.
If you allow me, I'll read you some points.
No need for that.
Why don't you summarize? Let's cut
to the chase. Did he leave anything?
Well, if you're talking about material
goods, the property that served as a home
was auctioned off to raise the mortgage and
cover expenses, including our fees.
The furniture was donated
to a non-profit organization.
Regarding money, there was no cash,
but there is something else.
Or rather someone else.
Were you aware that your father
had another son, Lorenzo Montero?
No.
The mother died during childbirth.
Then your father's last will,
taking into account that
there are no living or direct relatives,
is that you are to be the custodian of
Lorenzo until he reaches adult age.
- Is this a joke?
- Sorry?
Is this a joke?
He abandons me, breeds another son,
and he wants me to take care of him?
I thank you very much, doctor,
but I don't accept.
I can understand that your first feeling
must be very invasive,
but I'm not offering it to you,
I'm notifying you.
The laws are like that.
I don't dictate them, I enforce them.
It's important that you know something
before you meet Lorenzo.
He's not an ordinary child.
Let's say he's a special person.
Does he suffer a handicap?
No. He has above average intelligence.
His last test came back with an IQ of 200.
I have no idea about that. Is that a lot?
Let's say it makes him a child prodigy.
Come here, Lorenzo. I want you to
meet Franco, your half-brother.
Well, hello.
Do you want some?
What grade are you in?
I just finished high school
three months ago.
I passed all my subjects.
But I still don't know what
career to follow.
I used to like Egyptology,
but now I'm a little over it.
Let's make one thing clear so that....
You are going to stay with me
only until we find a solution.
We'll find a foster family,
an orphanage, or something,
but you can't stay with me
forever. Understand?
Why not?
For example, there's the money issue.
I have money for myself alone,
I don't have money for two people.
How much do you earn per month?
You don't ask that.
I'm sorry.
890 pesos, I earn.
Gross or net?
Net.
How much rent do you pay?
- 320 pesos.
- Fixed expenses?
90 pesos a month, but sometimes
a little more.
That leaves 480 pesos.
Divided by 30, that's 16 pesos per day.
If you keep 75% and I keep 25%,
you'd live on 12 pesos and I on 4.
I can live on four pesos.
Do you guys want anything else?
Can I get you anything else?
Well, let me know if you
need anything else.
Do you live alone?
Yes.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
- No.
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh what?
- No, no, nothing.
Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone. Got it?
Is it a riddle?
"Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone."
"Just because I'm alone
doesn't mean I sleep alone."
Mansilla.
You can close the case
for your friend Serrano, Montero.
The coroner's report confirmed the suicide:
instantaneous death caused by the gunshot.
Also ballistics; Crespi said
the only fingerprints found on the gun
were those of the boy.
It's a.38, it has the serial number erased.
He probably bought it in some slum or
at one of those provincial fairs.
I printed out some full
color photos for you.
The boy locked himself in his room, put on
some music, and bang, bye-bye world.
They call you at table one, Marce.
Would you bring a coffee
with milk, Marcela?
Yes, I'll bring it right now.
How I fancy that girl! She's never going
to give me a chance. You, even less.
At least I have the charm
of Caribbean skin.
Fortunato and Bianchini tried to pick
her up but there was no chance.
It seems she has a boyfriend
or is dating a married guy.
Samorini says that once, after closing
hour, he gave her a drink and kissed her.
But you can't believe him,
he's a liar when it comes to girls!
Last week he stand guard
at a presidential ceremony
and he says that Cristina Kirchner
was giving him good looks.
Excuse me, but what about the cake?
And who is this?
It's a bit of a complicated story.
I'll tell you later.
He's my brother, but I'll tell you later.
What about the cake?
I'm saying that if someone
is about to take his own life,
why would he serve himself a piece of cake?
To leave it there?
Isn't that suspicious?
Brothers and detectives
Brothers be united.
He's right, Franco.
Why did he serve himself the cake if he
wasn't going to eat it? It's ridiculous.
Caucasian is spelled with an "s".
I've got this report due
first thing tomorrow morning
and all you have is a piece of cake,
Mansilla, please.
I can't believe it. You like filling out
reports more than investigating?
You're like a kid who'd rather do homework
than go play in the park.
I don't like filling out reports.
You know why I do it? Because it's my job.
Why did you take a job you don't like?
Shut your mouth. Stay out of my business.
Okay.
It's no small thing, a cake.
That's your job: to look at the details.
Wow, a magnifying glass!
The kid committed suicide inside a room
that locks from the inside.
Explain it to me, come on.
We should see the crime scene.
He wants to see the crime scene,
it's unbelievable!
Because the murderer could have been
hiding inside the room
and left when the mother
and the teacher came in.
You know how this ends?
With you and me suspended.
I'm going to ballistics. I want to know
where that gun came from at once.
The magnifying glass is yours, Lorenzo.
It's a gift.
Thanks, Mansilla!
Ma'am, do you know if Sebastián
had any enemies,
conflicts with a classmate,
or here in the neighborhood?
No, at least not that I know of.
Sebastián was a little introverted
but he wasn't a troublemaker.
Officer, I don't understand
what's going on.
What's going on is this:
there are some things that don't add up.
That's why I need to exhaust
the investigation.
Do you understand, ma'am? I can't close the
case yet. That's why I summoned you both.
You say there are things
that don't add up, but...
we were here...
Officer, this is
a terribly unfortunate incident,
but more unfortunate is such an invasive
attitude during this woman's bereavement.
No, Fontán, let him be.
No one is going to give me
my son back anymore, so...
What else do you want to know?
Ma'am, first I want to tell you
that I understand
the terrible situation
that you're going through.
and that my intention is
nothing more than to do my job.
That's all I wanted to tell you.
Do you know if he had any debts?
Well, let's imagine:
let's suppose for a moment
that the death of this boy Sebastián
wasn't a suicide.
Frankly I tell you, officer,
I don't mind you investigating.
In fact, I think it's perfectly right.
I wish the police would always
behave this way.
Frankly, what worries me
is this boy's mother.
I understand you perfectly well, professor.
Imagine my situation
of having to come here at this time.
But let me be honest.
What happened was this:
my little brother made a
point about the cake...
and he got me thinking, honestly.
So the one talking about the cake was you?
This kid is completely cross-eyed,
isn't he?
No, not completely,
just one eye wanders, that's all.
Especially when I'm tired. See?
I already thought his presence
here was strange.
I said: how can they bring a kid
to a place like this?
But of course, he's a real detective.
Well, let's suppose that after
killing the boy,
the supposed murderer decides
to hide in some corner of the room,
waiting for the right moment to escape and
reach the street when you open the door.
Let's agree, officer,
that in this room, hiding places...
What about behind the door?
Let's see...
You say... here.
The murderer hides here,
Sebastián's mother and I go in,
and he takes the opportunity
to sneak behind us.
It's a possibility.
No.
There's a mark here.
- Let's see.
- Here.
You see it?
Yes, there's a mark.
No, what he means is
that when you slammed the door
the doorknob hit the wall
leaving a mark on the plaster,
so if there had been someone here,
there would be no mark.
Then we'll have to think of
someone hanging from the ceiling,
hanging from the beam...
What do you think? Frankly,
it seems very unlikely to me.
As a plan it would be illogical.
It makes you quite easy to be discovered.
Then we have to go back to the suicide
theory, because there is no closet.
There's a novel by Ellery Queen, I think,
where the killer uses a magnet
to lock the door from the outside.
Is that right?
Ellery Queen?
Do you know I haven't read anything by him?
Shame on me! A boy reads more than I do.
What about him? Does he write well, Ellery?
- Excuse me.
- Madam...
- A little water.
- You shouldn't have bothered.
- Thank you.
- This little boy is a sweetheart.
He has the same look as Sebastián.
Did he have one eye wandering, too?
No, it's not that.
It's the expression, the way he looks...
He reminds me a lot of him.
Let me know if there's anything else.
Thank you.
Then I hope it was a murder, because if
it wasn't, I'm a potential suicide.
Well, maybe he escaped through the window
if he wasn't a very big person.
How big can that vent be?
Yes.
I'm saying that with a magnet the killer could
very well have set the lock from the outside.
- In real life that's impossible, Lorenzo.
- You can bet that it's possible.
Lorenzo, no, the magnet's magnetism
doesn't go through a wooden door.
Well, okay.
We forgot about the motive, professor.
We're assuming that this was
a planned homicide,
coldly calculated,
but we have no motive why anyone
would need to get rid of this boy.
Well, maybe a life insurance policy...
No, he didn't have any. I checked.
Jealous girlfriend?
He split three months ago from
his last girlfriend. It was peaceful.
Besides, a crime of passion
is never that elaborate. Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Maybe he was killed to steal something.
Yes, but usually a homicide
to steal something
leaves more of a mess in the room...
Well, but maybe he had hidden savings.
No, what happened here was something else.
Here the boy serves himself a cake,
he gets an anguish peak
and shoots himself in the head.
Many times I pour myself a cup of tea
and by the morning it's still untouched
on the bedside table.
Yes, it sounds logical, officer.
I insist that this suicide thing
seems a crime to me.
The whole crime thing
seems to me to be a delusion,
because when the shot rang out,
the mother and I were in the living room.
How long could it have taken
us to get upstairs?
30 seconds at most.
Where through could he have escaped?
Honestly it seems to me more like the plot
for a novel than for reality.
- What about a novel?
- A novel?
Would anyone kill a person to get a book
that costs 30, 40 pesos, 100, in a bookstore?
Well, but maybe it's
a limited edition, an antique,
or a literary jewel...
No, I mean a novel written by him.
Ah, written by him! Yes!
You had access to what he wrote.
We mostly worked with published works:
Chesterton, Joyce, Proust, Poe,...
Sometimes, but only sometimes, he would
bring me some essay written by him,
some short story, but a...
- Montero, do you copy?
- Just a second.
Yes, I copy you, Mansilla.
I found something!
- What's up?
- Hurry up!
What did you find now, brainiac?
Look, there's a print.
- A fingerprint...
- Yes.
He could have escaped down the stair,
couldn't he?
Let's see...
Yes, yes, but it could be anyone's.
Besides, there are no fingerprints.
Precisely, he wore a glove.
That proves that someone took care
not to leave fingerprints.
Sure, but some maid could
have washed the glass.
Why would she wash them if
it rained all along this morning?
Yeah, that's true.
Look what's there. Have you ever seen that?
Where? I don't see it.
- Over there. See?
- Lorenzo!
Get down from there, Lorenzo. Come here.
I was holding him. Don't worry.
- Come here, Lorenzo.
- I was scared too when I saw him here.
That's the last time you climb up
to a window. Is that clear?
- It's one story high, that's all.
- Okay. Don't climb any more.
Professor, we have to leave;
my partner called and I have to meet him.
What, any interesting clues?
It must be nothing, really.
It's just that it's a dangerous place and
I have to go with him. Thank you very much.
And where are you going to leave the child?
Why don't you leave him here for a couple
of hours, go, and then come back?
Sure, because there are clues here.
And while we're at it,
we can continue investigating.
So when you come back you can tell
Sebastián's mother and me the news.
I think that's too much. You've already
collaborated a lot. It's a nuisance.
Please, I want to stay with
Professor Fontán!
Lorenzo, no. What did I just tell you?
This is not a birthday party.
Who wants to drink chocolate milk
with cookies?
- I do!
- Seriously, man, seriously.
Go now, I don't have much to do.
I can take care of Lorenzo just fine.
Where did you bring me, Mansilla?
Sometimes the guy who sells the guns erases
the serial number, but only on the outside.
So I asked Crespi to disassemble
the revolver.
- So?
- That was it.
The number was embossed
on the plate inside.
I traced the gun.
It was stolen from a gun shop in Flores
six months ago.
They took 50 thousand bucks worth of guns
with a moving truck,
plus the furniture, the computer,
and the gun shop owner's car.
Do you remember that this is how
the gang of Chueco Ramírez steals?
Then I went to see crazy Parente because
he was with the gang for a while.
And then?
He stopped working with him because
chueco fucked his daughter.
So he quit.
He told me that Ramírez
washes out the auto parts in Warnes,
the household appliances in Boedo,
and the weapons in Villa Luro
with one-eyed Mendizábal.
Yes, but the one-eyed man
is in jail, Mansilla.
- Yes, yes, I went to see him, to Devoto.
- You went to see him in Devoto?
Your brother filled me with enthusiasm.
I think he helped himself from the table
to jump over the ligustrine.
When he climbed it he moved it a little and
that caused these marks on the ground.
That tells us that the killer was
relatively heavy. He's not a kid.
Well, but he's short,
otherwise he would have jumped it.
Maybe not. Maybe he used the table
because of lack of physical training.
Maybe he was more
into intellectual pursuits. Right?
Yes.
You're moving too fast, kiddo.
We still don't know how he got into
the house or out of the room.
Because your brother said
the magnet thing can't be done.
It can. Me, in Mercedes,
to the lady who was taking care of me,
I hid under the table and with a magnet
and I moved her silverware.
One day I had to tell her because
she thought she was possessed.
Come on, let's see what clue
we find on the other side.
Here.
Did the one-eyed man tell
you anything, or not?
That there are only two guys
who were in charge of selling his guns.
That gun was sold by Black Zapata
or the fat guy Tolosa.
Where are you taking me, Mansilla?
Black Zapata was killed
two months ago in the cellar operation.
He was associated
with commissioner Mínguetti's gang.
He says they took him down
so he wouldn't sing.
And theoretically
this is the office of fat man Tolosa.
How's it going? I'd like to see Tolosa.
- Who are you?
- Federal Police.
We're not looking for trouble.
We'd like to ask a few questions.
One moment, please.
You do realize we're following
an 11-year-old child, don't you?
I don't believe it!
Hey! Hey!
Ah, well.
Who's that?
Hey!
Can you stop a little bit, Tolosa?
We're grownups.
Let's talk.
Stay there.
Get out of here!
Tolosa, stop, for God's sake!
Come on.
Come on.
Hey, it was Saravigo.
I have nothing to do with the meat mafia.
It's not my business.
The only thing I took was a cow, man.
A cow for a barbecue at my cousin's place!
What are you talking about, Tolosa?
Aren't you coming
for the crime at the central market?
Just for what you made me run,
you're going to jail.
Here comes the other one.
The gun.
Do you recognize it or not?
Lorenzo, this is dangerous.
Let's go back to the house.
I'm in charge of you now.
It's just that we're close.
The two of us we can find out.
We have to use our intelligence.
If your theory is correct,
I'm not too smart.
In fact, my role in this will have been
rather embarrassing,
deliberately used as a
witness to the crime.
Yes. And now that you put it that way,
there's something that doesn't quite add up.
What's not adding up for you, my darling?
Why would anyone risk killing
the boy knowing
that you and the mother are inside,
and you could find him?
Well, because maybe someone...
Well, I don't know. I got dizzy.
I'm already dizzy, I confess.
You're going too fast.
You're too smart for me.
Except that maybe he wanted them to think
that the death happened at that moment,
and in reality he had already killed him.
Stop, I heard the shot. I'm not crazy.
It could have been a fake.
Could it have been a fake?
We're looking for the person
who bought this.38 special,
two-inch, metal, five-shot,
wooden handle...
Stop a little bit. I need a drink.
In this state I can't even think.
Get this guy a bottle of water.
Maybe a Gatorade?
- Tropical fruit.
- Well, don't overdo it, Tolosa.
I don't know if I sold it.
You'll go to jail anyway.
The only difference will be the number
of charges I'm going to put against you.
- So help me and I'll help you.
- Do you know how often I've heard that?
- This time it's for real, Tolosa.
- Yes, yes...
Let's see, let me think.
- Stop, I think I'm torn.
- Oh, no, man! Come on.
- Ask him to bring me something.
- Something what?
I don't know, a Rati Salil, something.
Answer me one more thing
and I'll close my case.
Did you sell it to a young guy, 18 or so,
skinny, fair complexion,
curly hair, yes or no?
I'm only answering because
you told him to bring the drink.
- And I know a good gesture when I see one.
- Well, thank you very much.
In the last three months
I've sold only one 38,
and that was to a blond guy, 45 years old,
suit, glasses, and a broad forehead.
Weird! He told me he was
going to rob a bank.
And he was the least crooked-looking person
I've ever seen in my fucking life.
And how could he have faked the shot?
That's a piece of cake, a remote-controlled
explosion or a firecracker with a fuse.
That's the least of it.
What I don't understand is why
nobody heard the real shot.
What you are saying is that
what I really heard was not a gunshot.
If he was killed before I got there
somebody must have heard the real shot.
Yeah. I just got... listen:
the killer used the noise of the train
to hide the shot.
And he set off the explosion in the studio
while he was outside the house.
Exactly.
What an imagination!
- But the weird thing is...
- The weird thing... What's weird, baby?
I think the theory falls apart
because the police,
when they went in, they should have found
some trace of the explosion.
And the only ones who
went in before the experts
and could have erased
the evidence are...
Sebastián's mother and...
- And...?
- Well, it could also have been a suicide.
Well done. I congratulate you, detective.
Your theory is very interesting, Lorenzo.
According to you, my student gave me a
novel to read that no one knew about,
an unpublished novel, and I liked it.
What's more, I thought it was great.
It is a possibility, nothing more.
I saw the opportunity to publish it
under my name by stealing it from him,
but for that I had to kill him.
It doesn't add up, no.
I knew the house, I knew that the door
of the studio could be locked
with a magnet, and I chose a method:
not only to simulate a suicide,
but to find two witnesses to confirm it.
You're hurting me.
- One of them myself.
- Yeah, now that I hear it, it sounds unlikely.
No, let's not rule it out.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
Yeah, as a plan it's great.
It's the perfect crime.
No, I wouldn't say perfect.
There's the cake issue, isn't there?
What cake issue?
Oh, yes, I'd already forgotten.
You had already forgotten...
Yes, "I'd already forgotten".
There's a novel by Ellery Queen
where the murderer uses a magnet
to lock the door from the outside.
- Help!
- "Ah, I found something,
I think he climbed on that table!"
"Don't you see the marks?"
Do you know how many times I've read
Ellery Queen novels, you demonic brat?
Did you see how the little dogs run over
on the road look like?
That's how you're going to look.
I shouted at him, officer, not to go on the
tracks, that it was dangerous.
But he didn't listen to me. He wanted to go
look for fingerprints with the magnifying glass
and there he got smashed, poor thing.
How the hell do I cross the tracks,
for God's sake?
They're there, look!
Please, let me go!
Calm down.
Get out of there, Fontán!
No, no, no!
- What happened?
- I don't know.
- He didn't hurt you, did he?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
He didn't do anything to you,
are you in one piece?
Yes.
Calm down. It's all over.
Fontán!
Fontán!
Fontán, you have the right to a trial!
Watch what you're doing, Fontán, please!
Sir, please move out of the tracks!
Hold still. Quiet.
When he hears the mother coming,
he lights the fuse.
Then he goes out, locks with the magnet
the bolt from the outside,
through the corridor he leaves the attic
and goes to Sebastián Alew's room
where the window overlooking
the backyard is.
He reaches the backyard,
crosses the ligustrine,
he walks a few meters
to where the car is parked.
Once he gets in the car all he did was
head towards the house
as if nothing had happened.
- It's spectacular, this.
- Unbelievable.
I want a full report tomorrow morning.
Don't do anything else.
Okay, sir.
- Montero...
- Yes, sir?
I'm promoting you. As of Monday, take over
the homicide squad that Alturé left.
Bravo, man!
Thank you, Deputy Commissioner.
Excuse me, Deputy Commissioner.
- Me too...
- You too what?
I also participated in the operation.
Yes, I know. If Montero wants you in his
team, let him ask for the transfer.
You know the rules.
Yes, sir.
- What you asked for, Montero.
- Thank you.
Ma'am, how are you?
Do you want some more water, coffee...?
No, thank you. I already had one.
My men raided Professor Fontán's house
and found this. I think it belongs to you.
Yes.
- I can't thank you enough.
- Please, madam.
Thank you.
I'd like to say goodbye
to the little boy, so sweet...
Lorenzo.
He really was instrumental
in solving the case.
- Where is Lorenzo?
- I don't know.
What do you mean, "I don't know"?
I don't know.
Fortunato, have you seen my little brother?
You have a little brother?
Bianchini, didn't you see
an 11-year-old boy with glasses?
No idea.
What time did you get to the house?
Around six in the evening.
Facing front.
I think it's the second one.
Left profile.
Guys, sorry, didn't you see a boy
about 11 or 12 years old with glasses?
- No, nothing. I didn't see anything.
- Thank you.
Face front.
Sketch of crime suspect released
Two crimes awaiting trial
No clues for the consultant's crime
"It was a homicide and not a casual death,"
his brother said
Murder in a swimming pool of a club
- You scared me, Lorenzo.
- I'm sorry. It's just that I was reading this.
Because the body was found
lying in the swimming pool
four hours after the coroner
had determined the time of death
and the teacher had had an argument
with her in front of everybody.
Isn't that too obvious?
Why would he risk throwing her
in the place that makes him
directly the main defendant?
There we go again!
Isn't that suspicious?