Hermanos y detectives (2006–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - El secreto de Roque Peralta - full transcript

Brothers and detectives

Brothers be united.

- What are you watching, Peralta?
- One of cops. A bore.

- I think I've already seen it.
- Why don't you try a book, then?

No, I'll fall asleep.

Oh, will you?

I'm sure you'll at least eat well, right?

- I'll tell you tomorrow.
- Good night, then.

Today presenting:
Roque Peralta's secret

Hello, good night. Omar!

Elise, you're so thin!



Notice the things your friends say to me!

- Look, Cuca.
- Good evening.

Cuca, I apologize in advance
before you fuss at me.

And for this hour and a half, please,
let's avoid the ass faces.

Did I tell you anything? So?

Good evening. Good evening. Excuse me.
Mr. Cooperman, do you have a minute?

Did Arregui call you?

He spoke to me this afternoon.
He says they rejected the appeal.

Well, Jorge, don't worry, we'll talk tomorrow.

- Darling.
- Martito.

How are you doing? Of course you remember Vicky.

Of course! How could I forget her?
How are you doing, Vicky?

- How are you doing?
- How are you?

- And your affairs?
- My affairs?



How can explain...? Extraordinary. Charlie!

We have to do something.
We can't waste time.

I never waste time.

I can't believe it!

You're out of your mind.

I really like that dress.

You're totally crazy.

- You like it?
- It hurts me.

Hello? Yes, it's me.

What? How?

Apparently it was a gas leak.
A neighbor called the fire department.

Was there any flammable material in the store?

We had a shop with chemical solvents
for polishing metals.

Five minutes after the first explosion

there was a second one that
destroyed everything.

The firemen arrived immediately
but they couldn't do much.

Did you have any valuables?

What do you think? It's a jewelry store, this!

I imagine the merchandise was insured.

- And Peralta?
- The guard? There he is.

Come on, guys, hurry up.

- He died on the spot.
- How awful!

And until it is proven that it was
indeed an accident, it's a "doubtful death".

- That's why the homicide squad will act.
- What do you mean "doubtful death"?

You can't imagine
how many simulated accidents there are.

It is true that the poor man
may have put the water to boil,

he fell asleep, the stove went out,
the gas continued to come out...

but since this is a jewelry store
with such a high insurance policy

all suspicion is going to fall on you.

Be prepared for a heavy day or two.

What do you mean?
Listen: this is a disaster for me.

Regardless of the policy issue,
I have nothing to do with it.

That may be, but I don't make the decisions
anyway. I am an assistant.

- Who makes the decisions?
- Detective Montero.

Montero, what do I do with the samples?

Do I take them to the lab
or does the coroner take care of them?

- Send them to the lab.
- Mind that the lab takes 48 hours.

Well, send it to the coroner.

Montero, the firemen
are stepping on all the evidence.

- How do you want me to do the forensics?
- Chase them out.

But they say you authorized them!
Are you kidding me?

But that was before. There's no fire now.

I'm withdrawing my authorization. Firemen out.

- Montero, we already have the body loaded.
- What are you waiting for, Samorini?

For you to tell me what the fuck I have to do.

Well, shall I send you an e-mail and tell you?
Come on, you're going to the morgue.

The one who drives the boat can't swim!

Montero!

Montero, Mansilla.
I spoke to my contact at the court.

Cooperman has a bankruptcy petition.
I think this fits him like a glove.

Well, thank you, Mansilla.

Is it every man for himself, is he the owner?
How's that? It's always the same!

Listen to me: there's a timetable for moving.

You can't occupy the elevator like that.
It's one o'clock in the morning.

Calm down, grandpa. We're done.

"Calm down, grandpa", my ass!
I'm going to talk to the administrator.

- At 1:00 in the morning you can't do this.
- This is a whorehouse.

Nobody's in charge here.
There's no problem here.

Montero, this is Fortunato. Serrano asked
when the preliminary report would be ready.

Tell him after noon.

Samorini, Montero. The coroner wants
14 X-rays of the body. What should I do?

Tell him to take them.

Are you sure? Mind that
the budget authorizes five per dead man.

The rest are on you.

Well, tell him 10 or 12,
let's see if 10 or 12 is enough.

- Where are you taking all these boxes?
- 12 A.

I swear I'll take the last box
and I'll hang that sicko.

Be careful with that box, it has
a microscope in it. For God's sake, I beg you.

Ah, Franco!
My things from Mercedes have arrived.

- Montero, what should I do with Cooperman?
- Take him to his house.

To his house?

What if he ordered the sabotage
and now he escapes?

Have him held for 48 hours.

I took some money from the drawer

because I thought Dr. Steinbrook's firm

was going to take care of the freight,
but in the end they didn't.

- Where do I leave this box?
- Which one? -This one.

Leave it there. No problem.

Lorenzo, do you realize how much space
there is in the apartment?

- Skinny. -What's the matter?
- You live here? -Yes.

Can't you give me a hand with the piano?

Look at this mess!

Do you realize what this is?

You can't even walk around here.

I don't know how you lived in Mercedes.

You probably had a very big house,

your father gave you everything...

But man, there's no room here.

There is no room here. You get it?

Let's do so:

choose the books you're going to read;
10 or 12 books,

and the rest we'll donate to a church. Okay?

But I've been doing calculations and
I don't think space is short.

It's just a matter of ordering well.
Look, here I did a little calculation.

The apartment volume is approximately
118,250,000 cubic centimeters.

Each book occupies an average
of 750 cubic centimeters.

There are more or less 1200 books,

which equals 900,000 cubic
centimeters and that leaves

117,350,000 cubic centimeters free.

Lorenzo, keep on measuring the departments
in cubic centimeters

and the jackals of the neighborhood will come
and beat you to a pulp. You get it?

- Montero!
- Please!

Yes, I copy. Who is it?

Samorini again.

The photographer asks
if you want the photos in 10×15 or 13×18.

Tell him 10 x 15.

But everyone asks for 13×18.

Why are you asking me, then?

Well...

Do the calculation you'd want, Lorenzo,

but I tell you: it's almost impossible
to live with all these things,

so think where the fuck
you're going to put them.

Let's see...

Do we have a case?

No, I have a case.

You have to get this shit out of here.

- An explosion?
- Lorenzo, quiet.

Did the jewels turn up?
Because if you ask me...

I'm not asking you.

- I know, but if you'd ask me what I think...
- I don't ask you what you think.

I don't ask you, you don't answer me.
Is that clear?

- Yes.
- Good.

- Because there are metals...
- Please, Lorenzo!

I can solve this alone!

Okay. Fine.

Lorenzo.

Lorenzo.

What's up?

Will you help me?

It's clear that Cooperman
benefited the most from all this,

of course, the problem is that
there's no evidence against him.

- No evidence?
- Absolutely nothing.

At the time of the explosion
the guy was having lunch at a party

full of eyewitnesses all over the place:

the ballet parking, that's the guy
who parks the cars at the restaurants,

the coat check woman...

He could have hired someone to do the job.

But the expert comes and tells me: "Montero,
the explosion was caused by a gas leak".

It doesn't incriminate him. Did he
hire an expert? One might think so.

I'm a bit anguished too,
because I feel that this is too big for me.

Everyone is waiting for me to react,
to do something, and I don't know what...

What are you doing, Lorenzo?

This is a Venn diagram.

It seems that we are facing a problem
with three unknowns,

linked to the intersection between three sets.

It is the simple rule of three.

Not at all. There are three sets
not counting the algorithmic combinations.

But it's better not to take them
into account in the first place,

because it's like trying to build a spaceship
without having invented the wheel.

Of course.

First we have set X, the jewelry.

This is where the accident theory comes in:

the gas leak, the insurance,

and the amount of money in jewelry.

- Right?
- Okay.

Here's set Y. Here comes in the owner
of the jewelry store, Mr. Cooperman:

his ties, his alibi, and the benefit
he would get from this situation.

Between these two sets, there are variables
to which we can assign values

of suspicion or credibility, depending on
whether we want a positive or negative result.

This research must yield data
for the third set: the Z set,

and it's the only thing that can save us

from an infinite labyrinth between
the X and Y binomial.

- And what is in the set Z?
- The dead man. -Of course.

But if we go by the file
it is an almost empty set.

We only have the name: Roque Peralta.

But with more data and variables
about the security guard

maybe we can apply Balles' theorem and give
a valid explanation of what happened.

- Where do you get all this from, you?
- It's in my books.

If you're not tired, I'll look for the manual
and explain it to you in detail.

I took a nap today.

There's no way you're going in, Lorenzo.

Besides violating all the rules of procedure,
you're a kid.

There are things you're not ready for yet,

so please, now when they call, I'll come in.

You stay here,
and then I'll tell you everything.

But I already saw uncle Camachi,
Mrs. Estela's husband.

My dad took me to the wake.
I know what death is, Franco.

You're in a morgue.

The corpse is completely charred.
Even I get shocked. You get what I mean?

It just seems too convenient that the body
was found completely charred.

There's something wrong there.

Please, I beg you, let me see it.

There may be important clues
for the investigation.

"There's something wrong there"?

I understand your concern
but don't judge me by my appearance.

I'm not a normal guy and it's hard for me
to explain my knowledge to the world.

I feel I am prepared
and I really believe I can help.

- I said the kid is going to be traumatized.
- He's not a kid, though.

He says he's possessed
by the spirit of an adult.

Are you all right?

The identification
is one hundred percent positive.

Dental records found at the free dental center
in '96 were compared,

X-rays filed at Posadas Hospital in '99...

The corpse indeed belongs to Roque Peralta.

Ah, there is nothing strange.

No. He died because
of the explosion and the fire.

He had previously inhaled a large amount of gas.

- He was probably unconscious.
- There's nothing unusual, either.

Nothing. He had no bruises...

- Well, he could have fallen asleep, then.
- Yeah, I'd say so.

- So... nothing?
- No.

Well, when you finish your report
I'll tell Mansilla to pick it up.

- Thank you, Doctor. Let's get going.
- I'll see you later.

One question. What do I do with the body?

Because no one came to pick it up.

There's something wrong there.

How do you do that?

It's easy, fingers together under the tongue.
Blow after.

Takes practice.

How are you doing, Lorenzo?
In the mood for more adventures?

Follow Independencia to Jujuy.

- What's that?
- No. Sit down.

This is the merchandise that was insured.
Looks like Blackbeard's treasure.

Cooperman had the highest policy.

They covered the jewelry,
the damage to the premises, third parties...

Roque Peralta was not
a Cooperman employee.

He worked for
Goliat Corporation,

a security company that guaranteed him
changing work places.

He spent two months in a shopping mall,

one month in a home appliance store

and he joined the jewelry store
three months ago.

I spoke with the manager
of the security company.

He said that Peralta was a.... a good guy.

He didn't miss work, he arrived on time,
he didn't bring conflicts...

Remember: you get to Jujuy,
turn left and go straight to the end.

Fine. How far are we going?

Peralta gave this address
when he joined the security company:

Inclán 516, The Good Sheppard boarding house.

Yes, Peralta. He always paid on time
on the fifth of every month. Like a clock.

The worst bums come here! You say he died?

- In an explosion, he died. - Poor guy!
Today we're alive, tomorrow who knows?

- Has he been your tenant long?
- July, August, more or less.

Nine months.

Tell me: no one came to visit him?
Any girlfriends, friends?

I don't know. I don't watch, I don't ask,
I don't gossip... It's my style.

Get your fingers out of there.

Nothing. No documents, no papers... A ghost.

Didn't you ask your tenants a collateral?
A relative's property, anything?

Collateral? I'd go into real estate, then.

Do you know how many times I've been
stapled by these sons of bitches?

"I'll be back in a little while" and they never
show up for the rest of their fucking lives.

ID, two months in advance,
and that's all.

- What's up? -Ask him if he has
a photocopy of his ID card.

- He won't have a photocopy of his ID card!
- But ask him if he has one.

Lorenzo, take it easy. Please.

Photocopy of the ID card?

Yes. I think I have it downstairs. I'll check.

Laprida 1655 is the last address on the ID card.

- You had a very good idea, Lorenzo.
- Thank you.

Nice house!

It's abandoned.

Let's ring the doorbell.

- Who is it?
- We're Federal Police detectives.

I won't give you a peso.

I paid a bribe to the
police station

and they keep robbing me more
and more, more and more.

During the day, in the afternoon, at night.

It sucks, it's disgusting, it's shit!

- Well, okay.
- Let's go.

Please, calm down.

What more do you want?

Sir, we're bothering you for a little something.
We're investigating a homicide.

The victim's I.D., some Roque Peralta,

listed this property as his last known address.

We wanted to ask you
if you bought the property from him

or if you could help us recognize the ID photo.

Do you want me to recognize it?
You have to bring me a sculpture.

- Sorry, we didn't know...
- Who's a scumbag here? Who is it?

Are there a lot of you here?
How do I know you're cops?

Please, take it easy. We're leaving.

We don't want to disturb you.
It's a bad day for you, evidently.

We're leaving.

We thought maybe you could...

you could recognize... Since no one
of his family came to recognize his corpse,

maybe you could give us a hand. Calm down.

- Were you scared, Lorenzo?
- No. Not at all.

And don't expect anyone to come.

- Why? - I didn't meet
the first owner of this property.

I bought it at an auction,

but what I do know is that
this guy went crazy, half-crazy,

and his family abandoned him like a dog.

A few years later the State came
and buried him in an insane asylum.

Yes, in an asylum,

in a madhouse.

The clinic has three different wards according
to the pathology of the patients.

In ward A are the patients
with the most severe pathologies.

There are strict 24-hour security measures.

In Pavilion B, on the other hand, there are
common rooms with four, six and eight beds.

The patients attend therapy and engage in
activities such as painting, dance, theater...

In pavilion C, they are all loose.

It looks like Cutini's zoo. They drool,
they pee... There's one that shits the pots.

This way, please.

I remember, because Peralta was
on this floor. I can't believe he died.

Unfortunately yes. The coroner recognized
him from some old dental charts.

It wouldn't hurt to ask her
if he is indeed Roque Peralta.

He is Roque Peralta.

Was. Poor guy.

Let's see... I must have here...

No, no.

Lorenzo.

It's all right.

Peralta Roque. He was admitted...

- Buy her a mirror...
- Yes, yes. Sorry.

... December 2001,

diagnosed of severe depression
with marked autistic tendencies...

Well, I wouldn't want to say anything
that might horrify your son.

- My son...?
- No, I'm his brother.

Don't worry because he's not horrified
by anything. He's almost an adult.

The brother.

Tell me, Roque Peralta,
how did he evolve in here?

Fine. It is a reversible pathology
with time, patience...

In fact we discharged him on September 28, 2004.

Good. And he was able to work?

We wouldn't have
discharged him otherwise.

Of course.

Did he receive any visitors?

Not the family, they never showed up.

It's very common among the lower classes,
you know.

Imagine that at the beginning he barely spoke.

Much less let's think that he could work.

But he was still a mouth to feed.
Isn't that right?

Of course. I understand.

Any other questions?

- Lorenzo?
- No.

- What's this?
- He thinks he's King Kong.

We showed it to him last week
in the video library

and now he's busting our balls all day long.

What, the new one? Is it already on video?

No, we got it pirated at Rivadavia Park.
The image is shit.

It's a cam rip, part of it is missing,

but as you can imagine, they
don't understand anything.

- Are you all right, skinny?
- Oh, sorry, I didn't see you! Are you hurt?

- No. No problem.
- Sorry.

- What's up, Lorenzo?
- Look.

All right, my friend?

Calm down.

No, no, no!

Calm down, please.

- Did you get scared, Lorenzo?
- Just a little.

Water, water, water!

- Is this normal?
- Nothing is normal here.

I'm going to have to talk to this patient.

You'll have to wait a while.

With the doping they gave him
King Kong will sleep for a while.

Thank you.

Let's see...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

If you want anything else, ask Esther,
I'm leaving.

Your brother said to write down everything.

"To write down everything"...

What are you doing, dear?

Calculations. I have to fit 1,200 books
in an apartment of only 47 square meters.

- Is it for school?
- No, it's for my home.

Hey, Calculin!
(comic strip character)

- You're Montero's brother, right?
- Yes.

- He left the kid as collateral, didn't he?
- No, he's working on a case.

He's gone whoring.

- Don't be a slut, will you?
- Okay, Esthercita.

We should have come tomorrow,
in the daytime, with a judge's order.

It's crazy, this.

What if he knows something that compromises
someone and they kill him during the night?

Didn't you see how he got
when he saw Peralta's picture?

When he saw Peralta's picture?

10 seconds before he
was King Kong, this guy.

- Can you keep it down, please?
- Did you see that?

Now, how the fuck are we sure we're going
to find him here, I don't know.

He told us the crazies on the loose
were in C Ward.

And this is Ward C.

But he has glasses...

We have to send them to the lab.

If you don't call the lab, this won't...

Hello. Yes. Let's see, wait for me a minute.
Marcela, phone.

- Oh, Mommy! -Little angel!
- That's how I wanted to see her!

Hello. Very well. Here. I'm ready.

Well, don't worry.

Yeah, really, no problem.
I've got stuff to do anyway, so...

Okay, okay.

Yeah, I understand. See you. Okay.

A kiss. Me too.

How fond of wasting your
life you are, girl!

Don't you realize
that he'll never leave his wife?

Hold still.

Good evening. Excuse me.
I'm here with a colleague...

Don't worry, nothing will happen to you.

Mister...

Me friend. Friend, sir.

I'm just going to take up a minute of your time.

I want to ask you a question.

You saw a picture of a person today
and you got very nervous.

I didn't see anything!
I won't go down anymore!

Where to won't you go down anymore, sir?

Someone from the infirmary, please.

I've got a patient wandering
in corridor three of ward C.

Listen, I'm not a patient. I'm a cop.

Take it easy. I'm the president.

This person is dead. Trust me.
You can tell me everything.

What did this person do to you?
Where to won't you go down anymore?

I won't go down anymore!
Don't tell him anything, please!

Calm down. Where to won't you go down?

He wants to throw me in the fire.
He wants to burn me.

I know it sounds strange, but I swear
I'm a cop. I'm here investigating a crime.

This is all a mistake.
I'll show you my badge. Look at this.

Try to calm down. You know what happens
to people who don't let us sleep.

Hey, put away that syringe.
That's an order. Put that syringe away!

Put that syringe away
before I have to pull out my gun!

Relax, you're going to sleep like a baby.

Freeze, police. Homicide division.

- Let him go.
- Take it easy, boys. Take it easy.

We're investigating a...

What are you doing here?

Isn't this the ideal time?
We're here to talk to a patient.

Talk to a patient? Are you crazy, you?

How can you think of sneaking this way
into a place like this?

Don't you realize you're putting
my patients' health at risk?

I understand you perfectly
and we apologize very much.

No, it is inconceivable what you are doing.
Do you understand me?

I am going to file a complaint.
They are going to take away your license.

This is a total abuse of authority.

No need, doctor. I beg your pardon.

You don't come here without a judge's order!

Who do you think you are?

It's unbelievable.
I thought he was a patient.

I was about to inject him with Haloperidol.

This country is unbelievable.
What impotence, my God!

Now I want you to find out
what they've been doing,

if they talked to anyone,
if anything is missing here,

and tomorrow I'll talk to the director
to file a complaint.

- This is not going to stay like this.
- Calm down.

Calm down. It's all over.

Quiet.

RESTRICTED AREA

The police were here again. I don't know
what they know but we have to leave now.

- Leave it, baby, Nestor will do it later.
- No, I have nothing to do anyway.

- Do you need help?
- No, my love. Thank you.

Can't you see I'm cleaning up?

You're not the one who stays overtime
to sweep up afterwards.

Don't take it out on me,
I'm not the one who stood you up.

Why don't you throw me bread and papers
when my brother comes?

You don't dare, do you?

Why don't you calculate

what is your brother going to do
when Deputy Commissioner Serrano

finds out he put an inept man in charge
of the investigation brigade?

- Good night. -Good night.
- The bill, please.

- Speaking of Rome...
- Nice city.

- That'll be 20 bucks.
- It's on you.

- Any progress?
- Some.

Bye, Calculin.

- Who's Calculin?
- You were very young. You need to hear this.

What happened? Did you find him?

Esther, tell me the kitchen's open.
I'm starving.

- Yes, Esther, please.
- Shall I fix you some sandwiches?

Great.

Marcela, this is Franco, my brother.
He's a detective.

Yes, I know him. How do you do?

Franco, this is Marcela.

Yes. I come here every day for lunch.
I know her perfectly well.

Listen: I found him.

I showed him Peralta's picture,
and listen to what happened.

I didn't see anything.
I won't go down anymore!

Where to won't you go down anymore?

What did this person do to you?
Where won't you go down to?

I won't go down.
Don't tell him anything, please.

He wants to throw me in the fire, him.
He wants to burn me.

Maybe he's the devil.

Or maybe he slept downstairs, in the
courtyard, in the basement, or something.

With the arsonist, or pyromaniac.
How do you say?

Both ways, but no. Not pyromaniac.

Let's see...

What's that?

If the fire is 23...

The photos are 12...

- Are those the numbers of the betting game?
- No, he's applying Balles' theorem.

And the probabilities between P and Q
given R divided by probability P...

- Let's see...
- What's the matter? -I don't know.

Anyway everything I say has a margin of error.

- Okay, but talk. What is it?
- I have two things. -Yes. Tell.

The first one: Peralta is not Peralta.

What do you mean, Peralta isn't Peralta?
Who is he, then?

I don't know his name, but I do know that
he has the jewels and he's alive,

and that he works
as a maintenance worker at the asylum.

And the second thing is
that we need to go to Retiro

because he's escaping
with Dr. Ferrari this instant. Excuse me.

Let's go.

- A coin, just to eat.
- I don't have any. Let me pass.

Fifty cents. Anything.

Here. Track 70.

Tickets, please.

Seats 17 and 18.

- Shall we deliver your bag, sir?
- I'll carry it.

May I have your attention, please:

the terminal management announces
the temporary suspension of all departures.

Passengers are kindly requested
to disembark from the buses

and remain on the platform
until further notice. Thank you.

Follow me.

Your picture is circulating.
I'll take it, just in case.

If I fall, you fall too.
Let's not make a mess.

Excuse me.

Listen: are you sure
about what you're saying, Lorenzo?

Yes. The law of probabilities only revealed
that Peralta is not Peralta.

The rest is pure logic.

If the photo of the fake Peralta was the one
that was in Dr. Ferrari's medical records

it means that she was also behind the crime.

And what about Retiro?
How did you know we had to come here?

The police are on my heels. They know
something. I won't waste a minute and flee.

With so much jewelry it's impossible for me
to get through customs,

so boats and planes are out of the question.

The police are going to circulate my data
and ask for my capture,

so that any vehicle in my name can be detected,

and the trains are still on strike;
the only thing I have left is the bus.

- But they could have gone by cab, too.
- Yes.

- Baby, don't touch, please.
- Sorry.

- The one in the black jacket is a policeman.
- Walk quietly.

- Are you all right?
- Come on! Come on!

Mansilla!
Hey, Mansilla!

Lorenzo, get into the corridor.

Attention to the guards. We located the
suspects. Bridge five, middle of the corridor.

Please be cautious, it's full of civilians.

- I've got him with me.
- Hold still.

Leave that there and come up. Up, up.

- Let it go or I'll shoot.
- Put the gun down. Take it easy.

Drop the gun.
Put the gun down. Put the gun down.

Easy, easy.

Behind the tape, gentlemen, please.

Behind the tape, gentlemen.

Move around.
Behind the tape, please, gentlemen.

Move.

He's ready, boys.

His name is Leandro Falcone.
He's the maintenance man at the asylum.

And the real Peralta, then?

He's the one who died in the explosion.

Well, I ask you to please pay attention
to this case because it's really atypical.

Falcone gets the maintenance job
at the psychiatric asylum

because of his title of registered gas fitter.

He meets Dr. Ferrari and a clandestine
relationship begins between them.

Time goes by and some antecedents
begin to come to light.

For example, from 79 to 86 the guy
was imprisoned in Sierra Chica

for the robbery to an armored truck.

When was it that you first stole a car?
How old were you then?

I was very young.

He also has two open cases for swindling.

Far from being horrified, Dr. Ferrari
joins him to plan a new crime.

They have plenty of time.
The only thing they need is a front man.

That's where Roque Peralta comes in.
Of course, the guy has no friends, no family.

Nobody claims his presence.
He's autistic. He's perfect.

They can do with his body and his name
whatever they want.

Dr. Ferrari discharges him.

He is removed from the psychiatric hospital
to stay at the doctor's very house.

Then, with Peralta's ID, Falcone rents
a room in a boarding house.

It's paid from 1st to
10th of the month.

It's 250 pesos per month
and no visitors are allowed.

Of course, he will need an address

for when he applies for the job at
the security company.

He asks for the night shift, he keeps
the daytime job at the hospital,

he gets various assignments until he gets
the one he's been waiting for,

the jewelry store, the perfect place.

- What are you watching, Peralta?
- One of cops. A bore.

- I think I've already seen it.
- Why don't you try a book, then?

No, I'll fall asleep.

Sure, small place, big haul,

he's the guy in charge of security.

The rest is known history.

Then the explosion,
the body is unrecognizable...

Right, and when the dental records
of the real Peralta are compared,

everything matches.

Yes. Unbelievable.

Unbelievable!

What about the crazies?

All that "I won't go down", "he's going to
throw me in the fire"? What does that mean?

It's obvious. He saw something.

He escaped from the ward and went
snooping around a bit, down to the boiler

and Falcone probably threatened him.

What are you doing here, wanker?

Are you a little monkey inside his cage?

- No, no.
- If I see you here again, you're dead.

- You'll burn in the boiler.
- No, I didn't see anything.

- You're going to burn in the boiler.
- I didn't see anything!

- Congratulations, Montero. Good job.
- A team effort.

Okay, but slow down a little bit the rhythm
because you'll undermine me, you.

What about my breakfast?

- Simon, great! Come on, still!
- A nightmare, a nightmare.

Why?

A nightmare. I don't know what happened.
Nobody explains anything to me.

- Isn't that Peralta?
- It's Peralta. Is he alive? How?

But it's him.

- I understand less and less.
- But you said you saw him.

- I saw him when they took him away.
- You imagine things.

Mansilla.

Come here. Look.

It's item 2411, it's the ring with white gold.
Yes, with diamonds.

It's the one that was in the jewelry catalog.
Stolen items.

I didn't steal anything. Simon gave it to me.

- When? I didn't give anything away.
- Let's see, allow me, girl.

Cuca, it's not what it looks like.

You're a son of a bitch!

What's this "he gave it to me"?
Now explain to me what that it is.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, great. Yes.

Come here.

I'm going to ask you a favor,
if you can take Lorenzo back home

because I have to finish the preliminary report.

- I'll spend the night. That's how it is.
- Are you sure? Don't you want me to help?

Beware, there's lots of new evidence.

That's true. Bianchini.

You, who are so idle,

could you grab the new evidence
and classify it, please?

Thank you.

Bianchini, go for Envido.

Let's leave, Lorenzo.

What hard workers you are, you guys!

You've had the elevator stopped
for half an hour, dear.

Answer me, at least. How great!

"No, these are science books,
they go on the bottom shelf."

Asshole son of a bitch, eight hours of sawing

and he wants me
to sort the books alphabetically!

You have to admit that the brat knew what he
wanted. Did you see how everything fitted in?

I'll admit everything you want

but I'd cut off my finger
rather that taking any other job here.

Come in. Wait.

- What's going on?
- Don't spy.

Come here. Close your eyes. Come here.

I close my eyes.

- Oh, my God!
- Come here. Wait for me there.

What is it, Lorenzo?

- Are you ready?
- Yes, I am.

Open them. So?

Look. See? They're movable bookshelves.

History, geography, universal classics...

astronomy...

You left me speechless, Lorenzo.

Anyway, the bad thing is that I took money
out of the drawer again.

But this time it wasn't much.
I made it out of chipboard, which is cheaper.

It cost 76 pesos plus labor.

Even so, I made calculations to use up
every last piece of material.

Don't worry. You have access to my drawer
as long as you are responsible.

Come here. Sit down for a second.

- What's up?
- Sit down.

The truth is, without your help,
my first case as a detective,

I never would have solved it.
So thank you very much.

- No, thank you.
- No, thank you.

Your help was fundamental. Thank you very much.

- Then, I wanted to apologize.
- For what?

Well, I shouted at you,

sometimes I get grumpy. I want you
to know that it won't happen again.

- Okay.
- I also want you to know something else.

- What's that?
- I know what your problem is, Lorenzo.

What is it?

You're a man, buddy. You're a man
locked in the body of an 11-year-old boy.

So I want you to know that I know how smart,
how brave, and how mature you are.

Macho.

Tiger.

Hi, Lorenzo.

Remember me?

You remember, don't you?

Franco. Franco. Excuse me.

I found the book about the theorem.
Do you want me to explain it to you?

It's four in the morning.

But it's up to you, eh?

- Some other time.
- Fine.

Franco. Franco. Franco.

Can I lie down here for a while?
The armchair springs are killing me.

- Come on, champ.
- Thank you.