Hermanos y detectives (2006–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - La única heredera - full transcript
Brothers and detectives
Brothers be united.
What's going on here?
What's going on with the appliances
in this house, Lorenzo?
Do you have something to do with this?
- Yes.
- Look, little genius, I only have
three paid installments for the microwave.
I hope that...
- It's a prototype, but don't worry. I wrote
down the connections of the circuits I altered.
Then everything will be back to normal.
It's a long-range unidirectional microphone.
The sound propagates through the air,
generating a wave amplitude
that decreases proportionally
to its extension in time.
The microphone picks up
the mechanical oscillations
and converts them
into electrical impulses
and as the sensitivity of the ear,
the strength of the sound, is logarithmic,
it seemed appropriate to reproduce
the same effect in the microphone,
and shorten the dynamic range to cause
a decibel gain equal to X to the fourth.
Listen to it. Put on your headphones. First...
- This is the spa. This is a boat.
This is the sun, and this sucks.
- Stop it. It's wrong what you're doing. You're
listening to the neighbors' conversations.
You're an eavesdropper, Lorenzo.
- I'm not an eavesdropper.
It's a scientific experiment.
I'm amplifying the sound wave
in a frequency range of 1 kHz.
Listen.
- Did you see what a good sound plane?
- No, it's the moron from 5th F.
You don't need a microphone
to hear what that guy does.
He's been busting my balls
ever since I moved in.
What happened to the wireless, Lorenzo?
- It's being used in the prototype.
- Good.
- Hi. - Mansilla, Franco.
- What's up, Mansilla?
- We got a death on private property.
Everything points to a natural death.
Serrano's giving us the simplest cases.
Clearly he doesn't want our work to stand out.
- It's not bad. An easy case once in a while...
Why all the intricacies?
- Yeah, maybe.
- One question: why did you call me at home
and not call me on the handy?
- The handy is off.
- Okay.
- Shall I give you the address?
His name was Ignacio Reyes.
It could be said that the disease
consumed him completely.
They'd known it was irreversible for some time.
He died in his sleep.
- In his sleep?
- Surely the body will be transferred
to the judicial morgue.
- The gentleman is his personal physician.
- Doctor, Franco Montero, homicide.
- David Dwering.
- How do you do?
- Homicide? Then you won't have a job.
There were none here.
- Just one question: if he was feeling so bad,
why wasn't he admitted?
- It was the same thing. Reyes could afford
the costs of personalized treatment
and he wanted to die at home.
- Fine. I don't know if you know,
but in cases of death on private property,
I'm required to perform an autopsy.
- Yes, of course. All I ask is that
you act as quickly as possible.
- Of course, don't worry, doctor.
- That's the lawyer over there.
Dr. Cardemille.
He managed his finances
and his personal affairs.
Dr. Cardemille, Detective Montero.
- How do you do?
Excuse me. It just so happens that Reyes
was a friend as well as a client.
- I'm very sorry.
- In a sense it was a relief,
because there was no turning back.
Excuse me. Take my card.
- Thank you. I just wanted
to ask you a couple of questions...
and I'm really sorry
it's in a situation like this.
Oh, that's all
right. Don't worry.
Mr. Reyes had quite a
bit of money, didn't he?
- Quite a bit is a loose term,
but you could say yes.
- Relatives, did he have?
- Few, to tell you the truth.
He married old. She had no children.
- And who would be the beneficiary of all this?
- Veronica, his wife.
- Everything goes to her?
- Yes, she's the sole heir.
- Were they married long?
- About 10 years.
- Is there any reason or any motive why
you might imagine
that she married him for...?
- For convenience?
-...for convenience?
- No, no reason.
To tell you the truth, Reyes started
doing well in the business world
after he was married, which is why
most of his fortune
could be considered a marital asset.
- You mean?
- By separating she would have gotten half.
- Half is not the same as all, doctor.
- Believe me that the figure would satisfy her.
But I'd like to point that
beyond the difference of ages
as a couple they loved each other very much.
They were very close,
especially in recent times,
when they went through difficult situations.
- When you say "difference", do you mean a lot?
- Estela.
- Ma'am?
Could you bring some
tea with honey, please?
Yes, of course, ma'am.
- Would you excuse me for a moment, please?
Veronica, there are two gentlemen here
who want to talk to you.
They're from the police.
They want to ask you a couple of questions.
It's standard procedure in these cases.
- If you give me a minute,
I'll see you in the room.
- Yes, of course, ma'am.
- I always thought the master bedroom
in a property like this
should have a little more privacy.
Come on in.
I reckon that street was already
on the lot when it was built.
Would you like a drink?
- No. Thank you.
- Well, I just hope I was able to bring
a little happiness to this poor man.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
- Look it's unworn, freshly laundered.
- Oh, thank you.
- It's just a bit of a nuisance
to bother with, ma'am.
I have it that the maid found the body. Right?
- Yes. I ran to see him.
He couldn't any more, poor thing.
- We don't want to bother you, ma'am.
You must have lived through
some very distressing months.
There's no need to delve into your life.
Just one thing, ma'am.
From what I hear downstairs,
you and your husband have had
some very difficult times lately.
May I know what kind of times?
- I don't understand.
- If I understand correctly,
something happened to you two.
Something that upset you...?
- You mean the kidnapping?
- He was kidnapped?
- I was kidnapped.
I was locked up in a villa for a month.
- Excuse me. Everything all right, Veronica?
- Yes. Everything's fine.
- Do you need anything?
- No. I'll be right down.
At that time my husband decided
not to file a complaint.
It was said in the papers that the kidnappings
were organized by mixed gangs.
So he paid the ransom,
and thank God everything went well.
I guess you are not going to go
digging into that now, are you?
- No. Not for now.
- Thank you.
- I got the autopsy results back.
I just got off the phone with the coroner.
There was nothing out of the ordinary.
The body had no wounds
or traces of any foreign substance.
He wasn't shot. He wasn't asphyxiated.
He was not poisoned.
Reyes died of cancer.
There's no doubt about that.
The body has been removed.
Tomorrow it will be buried.
The kidnapping left sequels on this girl.
She was hit in the head,
more precisely in the left parietal.
She suffered from memory loss, dizziness
and, until recently, persecutory mania.
I went to her social security and brought a
copy of all the treatments she has undergone.
Neurologists, psychiatrists,....
She's still in treatment today.
- Excuse me. Can you make room?
- Look, everything fits in here.
- Will you have something?
- Yes. A coffee. A chocolate?
- What's up, man?
Are you obsessed with the widow?
Marcela came.
You didn't pay attention to her. What's up?
- This woman is scared.
She's hiding something.
Did you see how she got
when that guy came into the room?
- That guy has a name: Juan Villasán.
Plastic surgeon.
I downloaded this article from gogl.
- From Google. -Gogl.
- Pronounced "Google".
- What did I say?
- Gogle.
The case. Let's get to it.
- He has a clinic in Martinez.
It worked well for a decade, but
for the last three or four years
he's had financial problems.
Debt, bankruptcy petitions....
Everything is listed in the Clearing.
He was a close friend of Reyes since his youth.
I asked for a list of his calls to a
cell phone company. I have a friend there.
- What did he tell you?
- That in the last three months
he made over 150 calls to this number.
- Whose number is it?
- It's Veronica Pelaez de Reyes' number.
- Were they lovers?
Maybe he even had something to do
with the kidnapping, this guy.
He was extorting her...?
- I'll show you a trick, Montero.
We used to do it with the waitress
at high school. Jessica was her name.
You take some napkins, you make a dumpling,
and very discreetly throw it on the floor.
The girl will bend down,
and show us the full length
of her marvelous legs.
- They're looking for you, Mansilla.
- How's it going, Dep?
- You're an idiot, Mansilla.
Excuse me, but that's the best adjective
I could find for you.
- Thank you, sir. Don't worry.
I won't be offended.
Sometimes it hurts us to be marked for
mistakes, but it certainly helps us to grow.
- Here, Marcela.
- Thank you very much. What a gentleman!
- Montero, I found a memo on my desk
where you ask for a van with tinted glass
equipped with a listening system. Can it be?
- Yes, we're right on the Reyes case.
- However, the autopsy
did not give any strange results.
- But with all due respect we thought it was
too hasty, with Mansilla, to close the case.
There are some loose ends and we would
love to be able to investigate further.
I mean, as long as you give us
your full support.
-... relatives of our dear Ignacio,
on a day as special as today,
I invite you to give
our sympathy and condolences
to the widow, who at this moment
has an immense pain in her heart.
- Thank you.
- How good this sounds!
- Did you see? And I made it
with low quality components.
- My God! Look how that chick looked at me!
- Which one? -That one.
Lend me the prototype, Lorenzo.
- Isn't that Laura's brother?
- Which one?
- The one with the yellow headphones.
- No, not at all.
No. Not even a little bit like him.
- What's he looking at?
- He's just looking at you.
- Yes, it's a double-edged sword.
Last night I pointed it at an apartment
of some neighbors my age.
The mother asked why
they never invited me to play ball,
and one of them replied that
it was because I looked like a jerk.
- What did the mother say?
- That it was true, but not because of that
I should be discriminated against.
Terrible.
- Don't worry, Lorenzo.
You don't look like a jerk at all.
- And you are not a jerk.
No matter what you look like.
- Here they come out.
- Is something wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- You're weird.
You're kind of distant. You don't talk to me.
- I'm fine.
- Is everything as it was?
I was just telling Veronica that she
can count on us for whatever she needs,
whatever time it is. Right?
- My condolences. -Thank you.
You know that Ignacio was very fond of you.
- You are with us.
- Of course I am.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Reyes. I'm Pedro,
the cemetery manager. We spoke...
- Yes, Pedro. How are you doing?
I have something for you.
- I remind you that it's not urgent.
- I prefer to do things this way. Here.
Surely you can't be short of customers. Right?
- Thank you, and I'm very sorry
about your husband.
- Mansilla, call Fortunato.
Use your handy, mine is in the prototype.
Tell him to find out what's in that envelope.
Have him call the cemetery and find out.
- Fortunato, you hear me? Mansilla here.
You have to call the
cemetery and find out
what was in the envelope
given to the employee.
- From the burial? -Yes, from the burial
we came to today with Montero.
- Did you bring the papers?
- Yes, I brought them, but I don't understand
the urgency. You're not being rational.
You can sign this any other day.
You have to rest.
- I'll have time to rest.
I'll wait for you in the car.
- Yes, there's something strange here.
- What's this?
- An orphanage, it looks like.
Friendship Foundation, it says?
Lorenzo, do you like it?
Ruin one more appliance and you'll come
to live here. Did you hear me?
- I don't understand anything about papers.
That's why I trust you.
I want everything to be in order.
Let's go in.
- Ma'am, how are you doing?
We're very sorry about your husband.
You know we loved him very much, here.
He was a great man.
- I know he was.
Dr. Cardemille is our lawyer.
- How do you do? Gonzalo Leguizamón,
humble director of this Friendship Foundation.
Do you know what I have? Look what I found!
- Ignacio?
- Yes.
He would have been six or seven years old,
more or less.
But that's all we have.
The kids grow up. Shall I fix you some mate?
- No, thank you very much.
We won't take up too much of your time.
What I need is for you to sign some documents
and give me all the details
of the foundation's account.
- Yes, please.
Hopefully we won't have to receive
that money for a long time.
Do you want to come to the office?
- I told you: she's scared.
- No. I'll tell Dr.
Cardemille about the foundation.
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make! Excuse me.
- He'll start telling you about the homes...
- She's going to make a transfer of the assets
that belong to her to this foundation.
Why, I don't know.
- Lorenzo, mate?
- Okay.
- Can you believe he doesn't receive
a single subsidy from the government?
- The director showed a picture
of some Ignacio, Ignacio Reyes.
This woman's husband probably grew up here.
- Maybe he did.
- Is there something wrong with you?
Be sincere. -No, nothing, nothing.
If the inheritance procedures were quicker,
I'd make a will and that's it.
But no. If something happens to me
in the middle of the process
how can I be sure that the money
will go where it belongs?
- Yes, but why is she in such a hurry?
She must be thinking that
something is going to happen to her.
- Maybe she's cautious, and that's it.
It's not a microphone, Lorenzo.
- Sorry.
- Fortunato here.
- Yes, Fortunato?
- I checked what you asked
for with the cemetery management.
Mrs. Reyes registered a payment this morning.
There was money in the envelope.
She secured a plot of land
next to her husband's grave.
- Here are the papers.
This looks like the bank thing to me.
- The BIC.
- The BIC of the bank.
Brothers and detectives
- Everything was closed.
Good thing I got these choripanes.
- I'm here to make a delivery
of La Liebre Dorada.
- Find out what the Golden Hare is, Mansilla.
- Yes, it's an order.
I have to hand-deliver it to Mrs. Reyes.
- Ma'am, they've come to bring a package.
- Coming, Estela.
- What service do you want to use?
- Telephone number.
- Please say the name of the town.
- City of Buenos Aires.
- What is the name and surname
or company name. -The Golden Hare.
- Good evening, madam.
- If you know the street...
- I don't.
Why the fuck don't they put a human being
on the other side. This is unbearable.
- Do you want us to open it together?
- No.
- Good night.
- Sure, the machine takes longer,
they charge you more...
- The phone number is: four...
- You can take the night off
because I won't be needing you.
- Are you sure, ma'am? That's great!
I'm going to my brother's house.
- I can't believe it!
- What happened? - Dropped call.
Turn on the car.
- Point it at her.
- Hello. Fine. I want to talk to you.
No, face to face.
Now.
No, it's not all right.
Because. Because it's not all right.
So come and let's talk, otherwise it's all over.
That doesn't scare me.
- Let's see, lend me.
- Let's see, Mansilla. Lend me your binoculars.
- What do you want to see?
- The young lady.
- The naked lady?
- Who are we investigating?
- No way, Lorenzo.
- Please, come on. Let me see her.
- Quiet.
And you, Mansilla, give me the binoculars,
I'm the one in charge.
Mansilla, lend me your cell phone.
- What are you going to do?
I'm paying for this one.
- I don't give a shit about that right now.
Sorry.
Thank you.
- Speak up.
- Yes, how are you, ma'am?
This is Detective Montero.
I don't know if you remember.
- Oh, yeah, you're the short dark-haired guy.
- No, that's my partner.
I'm the tall, blond, light-eyed one.
- Oh, yeah. How do you do? Speak.
- I wanted to know if you were all right,
if you needed anything?
- Yes, I'm fine, given the situation...
I'm fine.
- Good to know, ma'am!
I wanted to remind you that if you want
to tell me something, you can trust me.
- Something about what?
- I don't know, something about
the kidnapping,
the inheritance,
or what you plan to do with the money?
- What I plan to do with the money?
- Can't you ask her to call you?
- Please, Mansilla.
- What do you plan to do?
If you plan to invest it or donate it, or...
Remember that if someone is bothering you
right now, I can help you.
- Excuse me, are you watching me?
- No. I just want to give you my full support.
- Look, I'll tell you one thing: I'm going
to pay for all my faults, but leave me alone.
- "Pay for all my faults"?
What's wrong with this girl?
And you, Mansilla, interrupting me like that...
- This girl will get millions in an inheritance
and I earn less than 800 pesos a month.
It's the surgeon.
- What is she doing?
- She's praying.
- Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
- Did you find out what's in that box?
- Not yet, since you took my phone!
- Come on, I want to know what's in it.
- What service do you want to use?
- Phone number.
- Hello. What's up?
Is someone in the house?
- No.
- What about Estela?
- I gave her the night off.
- City of Buenos Aires.
- I spoke to Cardemille to find out
where they'd gone after the burial
and he said something about a foundation.
What's going on?
I'm donating all the money from the
inheritance to a group of orphanages.
- What are you saying?
- That all this shit has to be good
for something! Right?
- Slow down. Stop it.
Come here. Don't run.
Wait a little bit.
Have you gone crazy?
I know you. You're a bum!
You won't fuck up my life!
You know what I'm capable of.
- No, you can't do anything to me. Do you
know why you can't do anything to me?
Because if something happens to me, the
money automatically goes to the foundation.
It's all signed.
- What the fuck are you saying?
Listen to me. Let's calm down.
Tomorrow morning you go, talk to the lawyer,
undo this arrangement.
Listen, you son of a bitch!
- No! Son of a bitch is you!
- You've reached Golden Hare armory,
everything for hunting and fishing.
- Franco.
- What?
- Tomorrow we'll all be dead.
- What are you saying?
- The box comes from a gun shop.
- No, don't!
- You son of a bitch!
- Hold it right there.
- No traces of water were found in the lungs.
D.O.A. from the gunshot
before she fell into the pool.
Right temporal entry wound.
Bullet lodged in the skull.
I removed it. It matches the gun.
It came out of the Taurus 85 they found.
Here's the death certificate.
As far as I'm concerned,
the next of kin can dispose of the body.
- Thank you.
- So she was killed in front of you?
- I found it strange
because it wasn't my day off.
To tell you the truth, I think if I had
stayed a little longer, it wouldn't...
- Easy, ma'am.
Tell me, you don't know what the relationship
was between Villasán and Mrs. Verónica?
- They were friends. -Friends, were they?
- Yes, they were friends.
- In addition to the patient's
physical injuries,
the psychological consequences
were very serious.
I was treating her from the time
of the kidnapping until very recently.
She was suffering from acute depressive symptoms
with a sense of unreality,
momentary memory loss...
- Was she on medication?
- Yes, she was, officer. She was on Prozac.
- The day of delivery had already been
arranged since she bought the gun.
She did the license paperwork, paid for it...
All legit.
- Why didn't she just
take it straight from the store?
- She chose a catalog item.
We didn't have it in stock at the time.
- You didn't ask her
what she was going to use it for?
- I figured it was for personal security.
An attractive woman
who lives in the provinces...
Driving at night can be dangerous.
I don't blame her if she wanted to be covered.
- You just gave it to her?
You didn't ask for any qualifications, nothing?
- She had the necessary ones.
Besides, my goal is to sell my product, sir.
- Officer, for you.
- It wasn't that she was afraid
that something would happen to her.
In fact, I believe
she had already planned all this.
On the other hand, I knew that
Ignacio Reyes was of humble origins.
What I didn't know was that he
had grown up in this institution.
And Veronica wanted to make sure
that once she was dead
the entire inheritance would go to this place.
And she was afraid that
there would be vultures around
and she was afraid that the money
wouldn't go where it belonged.
- What kind of vultures, sir?
- I don't know.
I really don't know, but none that
could claim anything from Reyes.
He was my only client and for over 15 years
I handled his affairs,
kept his accounts, and I can assure you
that all his numbers are in order,
that there are no pending legal proceedings,
no creditors of any kind,
so it seems clear to me that
this fear that Veronica was feeling
is related to her own issues.
- What can you tell me about Villasán?
You know that she tried to kill him
before taking her own life.
Can you imagine why?
- To tell you the truth,
I don't know him very well.
I've seen him a couple of times at meetings,
some New Year's,
when it was the kidnapping.
I do know that a couple of years ago
he borrowed money from Reyes.
- And did he give it to him?
- Not that I know of.
Ignacio was always telling me
about how hard it is
to keep friendships when you have so much money.
But I do know that he offered
to put at his disposal
his entire financial team to advise him.
But apparently Villasán wanted the cash.
- I demand to know
what condition my client is in,
why is he being held up for so long.
You can't keep him delayed like this, without
any explanation. Do you understand me?
- Mr. Villasán is being interrogated,
nothing more.
I ask you to please have a little patience.
- Leave me alone with him.
- He's all yours.
- Did he say anything to you?
- Nothing. I didn't ask him, either.
- Yes, you'll probably
be out of here in the short term.
But both you and I know
that you're up to your neck, Villasán.
There must be some explanation for
this succession of unfortunate events...
and I assure you that
I will not stop until I find it.
I know that something happened
in the kidnapping episode.
I know that you had
a secret relationship with Veronica.
I know about your constant calls
to her cell phone.
I have a record of all the calls.
I also know about your constant requests
for money from Mr. Reyes,
and I know that he systematically refused.
I also sense that some kind of plan
was linking you to Veronica,
but lately she was not very agreeable
to continue it, wasn't she?
Were you extorting her?
What were you extorting her with?
Don't you feel a little guilty, Villasán?
You put so much pressure on her that
she decided to take her own life
rather than comply with your demands.
Why did she want to kill you?
What were you extorting her with?
DON'T DISTURB
- I won't stop playing because I don't want to.
If you're going to complain to the doorman,
tell him that if he rings my doorbell again
on a Monday at 11 o'clock in the morning,
I'll beat the shit out of him.
And if you go talk to the manager
ask him that instead of worrying
about the annoying noises,
to stop taking the money from the expenses.
Bye, kid.
What part of my speech
did you not understand, asshole?
- I don't give a shit about your business
with the doorman and the administrator.
As for your music, it's not my style.
And you're no virtuoso.
If you were, you'd be making a record,
and not arguing with me.
But it's all right, I tolerate it.
I have here the recording of a police case
because my brother works in investigations
and I sometimes help him.
I think there may be clues,
but for that I need to clean some frequencies
to hear better.
Don't you have a dynamic processor
we can work with for a couple of hours?
- Come on in, man.
- Thanks.
- Look, I've been a friend
of the Reyes family forever.
After the kidnapping I tried to be around
to help out in any way I could. That's all.
- Friend of the Reyes family.
All the calls are to the wife's cell phone.
How do you explain that?
- Ignacio was getting sicker and sicker,
he couldn't sleep.
I wouldn't go around calling to wake him up.
- He was sick?
And meanwhile you were seducing
your best friend's wife.
- I wasn't seducing anyone.
- And by the way,
if the relationship prospered,
you were going to inherit a fortune.
What is it, Villasán?
Because he wouldn't lend you the money,
you tried to take revenge?
- What are you saying?
- And once you managed to conquer
the woman, you started to extort her.
What did you have, photos?
What did you ask for?
You're talking nonsense.
- She tried to kill you, Villasán!
Who's being incoherent?
Are you going to tell me you don't know why?
Why did you go to the house that night?
What happened, she didn't want
to continue the affair?
Did she realize that you seduced her
while she was vulnerable?
- I really don't know what you're talking about.
- There's something even more shocking.
You kidnapped the wife
of your best friend, Villasán?
- Oh, come on!
- Is there anything more perverse than that?
You couldn't afford the ransom money.
You wanted Reyes' entire fortune.
You didn't imagine for a second
that you were ruining the life
of your best friend's wife?
That you were giving her
irreversible psychological disorders?
She was tormented.
She had feelings of guilt.
You upset your best friend's wife!
You literally drove
your best friend's wife to suicide!
- She wasn't my best friend's wife!
- What?
Brothers and detectives
- About a year and a half ago
Ignacio told me about his illness.
- How long?
- The doctors won't say.
I think about eight months, maybe longer.
- I felt that the couple
hadn't loved each other for a long time.
They didn't even touch each other.
They lived in separate rooms.
They were cheating on each other.
It had been a while since there had been
anything resembling love.
- I go out for a while.
Shall I tell Estela to pour some more tea?
- No, Veronica. Thank you.
Excuse me, when didn't I pay you?
- I had no way out. I had a lot of huge debts.
Two mortgages, a terrible monthly expense...
- Excuse me, doctor. There's a woman here
to inquire about an implant.
- Ask her to come in.
And suddenly she appears.
- Excuse me, doctor.
- Come in.
- How's it going?
- She was perfect. The same facial features,
the same height, the same skin tone...
Can you believe that even the voice
was similar? It was like a sign.
She came from the province.
She had no family, no children, nothing.
A prostitute who came to get her bust lifted.
Her only connection to the capital was
a procurer who lived in Ciudadela.
She didn't even have a sixth grade education.
Beware, when I told her about the plan,
she was not horrified.
- Of course, being a plastic surgeon, you
were able to change the missing features...
- Yes, but until the operation was done
I didn't know if I could go ahead with the plan.
- Dyeing... You swapped the woman
during the kidnapping, Villasán.
- At another time I wouldn't have thought
of doing such a barbarity.
The idea was as follows:
collect the money from the kidnapping,
pay all my debts,
then I'd keep the real Veronica locked up
while my partner stayed with Reyes
until his death.
I'd collect the inheritance,
we'd split the money,
I'd leave, abandon my wife, and from a distance
I'd call the police to come and rescue
the real Veronica. You know what I mean?
I'm not a murderer.
- But...?
- The sleeping pill malfunctioned.
I had no choice.
- There it is.
- I did my job pretty well.
Not just as a surgeon.
- Veronica...
- I taught her how to walk,
I taught her how to behave like her,
talk like her.
I showed her pictures of relationships,
told her stories.
- Is that why the beatings?
That's why the amnesia,
to justify the possible future mistakes
she was going to make
by pretending to be Veronica.
Then what happened?
Why did your partner back up?
- She said she fell in love.
Can you believe it,
that she fell in love?
- It's unusual. Isn't it?
- Stupid.
- Sure, a woman with a sordid past,
with a difficult life,
no family, no friends,
suddenly meets another world.
In that couple, there had been
nothing like love for a long time.
But this was another couple, wasn't it?
It was another woman.
When she receives Reyes' love and affection
her perception of the plan changes.
After the kidnapping Reyes takes care of her,
values her,
respects her for the first time,
and she cannot steal from him.
She suffers thinking about the day when
the old man dies and she has to betray him.
That's why she tries to convince you,
tries to back out.
But you, of course, don't listen to her.
You imagine that what she wants
is to keep all the money,
but she has another plan:
get rid of the criminal,
donate all the money to a charity
to honor the only man who ever loved her,
and wash her guilt away by taking her own life.
You didn't count on that, did you?
- Tomorrow you go, you talk to the lawyer,...
- Let's see... That way, more or less.
- Tomorrow nothing will happen. Do you know
why? Because tomorrow we'll all be dead.
- Would you like a beer?
- No, thanks.
See? There it is.
- What is it?
- Look. Rewind it.
- Rewind. Play.
- Remove the bass.
- Bass removed, sir.
- And attenuate the mid frequencies
a little bit.
- Attenuated.
- And put on the Dolby filter.
- Dolby filter. On.
- Listen.
- Yes, but what is it?
- Hold still.
- No doubt about it: she's dating a married guy.
I always see her putting on
her makeup late in the night
on weekdays. She never introduces him.
What a waste!
- Poor thing. Isn't she?
She fell in love with old Reyes.
The surgeon treated her like an tramp,
like a delinquent.
And she ends up committing suicide for love.
What a woman, man!
What can you do?
- I'm going to kill this kid.
- Hello, Marcela.
- What's up?
- I'm asking for a beer for my friend
and a coffee for me.
- OK.
- Lorenzo, come here.
- Yes, I'm coming.
- What are you doing here?
- Meet my friend, the Ostrich.
- How are you doing? Hello.
- Hey, listen up. We've been processing
the tape from the night at the mansion
and we found something that might help.
- The case is solved, Lorenzo.
Villasán confessed to everything.
The explanation is too convoluted.
- Reyes' wife was an imposter.
Villasán killed the real one
after he kidnapped her.
The plan was to split the inheritance,
but the impostor fell in love with Reyes
and arranged for his money
to be used for a noble purpose.
- And who is the third man?
- What third man?
- There was someone else that night
at the mansion. Listen up. Play, Ostrich.
- Play.
- You see?
- An angel caller (jewelry).
- That's what I thought,
but from somewhere that sound was familiar.
And listen. Play, Ostrich.
- I rewind.
- Yes.
- Play.
- Do you want to go to the office?
- No. Why don't you go get the paperwork,
and I'll tell Dr. Cardemille
about the foundation?
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make!
- You see?
- It's the same noise.
- Same sound, same radius, same range.
Same everything.
It is the key ring of Leguizamón,
the director of the foundation.
He was at the mansion that night.
- That's a good noise.
I'm going to loop it and put it in a track.
- Excuse me. -Go ahead.
- Thank you, Marcela. -You're welcome.
- Very kind, sweetie.
- Lend me your cell phone, please.
- Again?
- Yes? -Dr. Cardemille?
This is Detective Montero speaking.
- How are you, Montero? Any news?
- I'd like to ask you a little question, doctor.
Have you already made the transfer
to the Friendship Foundation?
- Yes, of course,
immediately after the burial. Why?
- Okay. No, no reason.
I wanted to ask if you could give me
the telephone number
of the person in charge of the foundation,
of the director.
- I have a cell phone that
I was calling a little while ago
to find out if the money was credited correctly,
but it is out of service.
What I could do is to give you
the foundation's telephone number,
which if I am not mistaken is
in a brochure he gave me
the day we went to visit him in Pilar....
- Please, give me the telephone number.
Marcela, can I have a pen?
- I think it's 0800...
- Just a moment, please.
- Here it is.
- Tell me.
- 0800 333 02 42.
It leaves me worried. Is there a problem?
- No. I'll let you know anything, doctor.
That's kind of you. Good night.
- Good night.
- The Noble King pub. Good night. Hello? Hello?
- She wasn't my best friend's wife!
- And who would be the beneficiary...?
- Veronica, his wife.
- It all goes to her.
- Yes. She's the sole heir.
- She wanted to get his partner off his back.
He gave it to us on a platter, Mansilla.
- Excuse me, everything okay, Veronica?
- Yeah. All good.
- Half is not the same as all, doctor.
- Is something wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- She knew we were going to be there
watching. It was all so theatrical!
- I'm fine.
- She even got us
the best seat to watch the show.
- I always thought the master bedroom
in a property like this
should have a little more privacy.
- I know you: you're a tramp.
You're not going to fuck up my life.
- And who is the third man?
- Gonzalo Leguizamón, humble director
of this Friendship Foundation.
- His only relationship with the capital city,
a procurer who lived in Ciudadela.
She didn't even have a sixth grade education.
- He wants me to have surgery.
He says that if I pretend to be someone else
and don't say anything to anyone,
I can make a fortune.
What's up?
- I knew Ignacio Reyes was of humble origins.
What I didn't know was that he
grew up in this institution.
- Look what I found!
- Ignacio? -Yes, yes.
- And Veronica wanted to make sure
that once she died
the entire inheritance would go to this place.
Do you want to
go to the office?
No. Why don't you go
get the documentation,
and I'll tell Dr. Cardemille
about the foundation?
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make!
- The foundation has to exist.
The guy had an office there.
- The foundation exists.
Now, the guy could have been
walking around the grounds with any excuse,
but he didn't have an office.
- Good afternoon. Were you about to...?
- I'm the plumber and I'm doing a damp survey.
I'll be around here for a while
without bothering you.
- And the woman they buried?
- Somehow they recovered the body
of the real Veronica.
- Did they get the gun, too?
- And they kept it.
- At minus 18 degrees below zero,
the flesh remains intact.
Isn't it amazing?
- She died instantly from the gunshot
before falling into the pool.
- Tomorrow morning you go, you talk
to the lawyer to undo this arrangement...
You'll undo it. Listen, you son of a bitch!
- No! You're the son of a bitch!
- The first bullet is the real one
and the second one's the blank one.
- They really fucked you up, didn't they?
- How nice, love!
Kicks?
- # For being good you put me to misery.
# You left me in the palm tree,
# you even stole my color.
# In six months you ate up my grocery shop,
# the stall at the market,
# the hook and the counter.
# Bitch, you even stole my love!
# Now I'm so scared of a girl
# that if she flirts with me in the street
# I stand next to the cop.
# What makes me most angry
# is to have been so stupid.
# If a month ago I had learned
# what I found out yesterday
# it wouldn't be me who was caught
# by your woman's tricks.
# Today I find out that your mother,
# noble widow of a warrior,
# is the most famous thief
who stepped on the 33 precinct.
# And I've learned that the warrior
# who died full of honor
# neither died nor was a warrior
# as you fooled me to believe.
# He's in jail convicted
# as an agent of the camorra,
# teacher of the truncheon, crook and swindler.
# Between all of you,
you peeled me to the scalp.
# Your silhouette was the hook... #
Brothers be united.
What's going on here?
What's going on with the appliances
in this house, Lorenzo?
Do you have something to do with this?
- Yes.
- Look, little genius, I only have
three paid installments for the microwave.
I hope that...
- It's a prototype, but don't worry. I wrote
down the connections of the circuits I altered.
Then everything will be back to normal.
It's a long-range unidirectional microphone.
The sound propagates through the air,
generating a wave amplitude
that decreases proportionally
to its extension in time.
The microphone picks up
the mechanical oscillations
and converts them
into electrical impulses
and as the sensitivity of the ear,
the strength of the sound, is logarithmic,
it seemed appropriate to reproduce
the same effect in the microphone,
and shorten the dynamic range to cause
a decibel gain equal to X to the fourth.
Listen to it. Put on your headphones. First...
- This is the spa. This is a boat.
This is the sun, and this sucks.
- Stop it. It's wrong what you're doing. You're
listening to the neighbors' conversations.
You're an eavesdropper, Lorenzo.
- I'm not an eavesdropper.
It's a scientific experiment.
I'm amplifying the sound wave
in a frequency range of 1 kHz.
Listen.
- Did you see what a good sound plane?
- No, it's the moron from 5th F.
You don't need a microphone
to hear what that guy does.
He's been busting my balls
ever since I moved in.
What happened to the wireless, Lorenzo?
- It's being used in the prototype.
- Good.
- Hi. - Mansilla, Franco.
- What's up, Mansilla?
- We got a death on private property.
Everything points to a natural death.
Serrano's giving us the simplest cases.
Clearly he doesn't want our work to stand out.
- It's not bad. An easy case once in a while...
Why all the intricacies?
- Yeah, maybe.
- One question: why did you call me at home
and not call me on the handy?
- The handy is off.
- Okay.
- Shall I give you the address?
His name was Ignacio Reyes.
It could be said that the disease
consumed him completely.
They'd known it was irreversible for some time.
He died in his sleep.
- In his sleep?
- Surely the body will be transferred
to the judicial morgue.
- The gentleman is his personal physician.
- Doctor, Franco Montero, homicide.
- David Dwering.
- How do you do?
- Homicide? Then you won't have a job.
There were none here.
- Just one question: if he was feeling so bad,
why wasn't he admitted?
- It was the same thing. Reyes could afford
the costs of personalized treatment
and he wanted to die at home.
- Fine. I don't know if you know,
but in cases of death on private property,
I'm required to perform an autopsy.
- Yes, of course. All I ask is that
you act as quickly as possible.
- Of course, don't worry, doctor.
- That's the lawyer over there.
Dr. Cardemille.
He managed his finances
and his personal affairs.
Dr. Cardemille, Detective Montero.
- How do you do?
Excuse me. It just so happens that Reyes
was a friend as well as a client.
- I'm very sorry.
- In a sense it was a relief,
because there was no turning back.
Excuse me. Take my card.
- Thank you. I just wanted
to ask you a couple of questions...
and I'm really sorry
it's in a situation like this.
Oh, that's all
right. Don't worry.
Mr. Reyes had quite a
bit of money, didn't he?
- Quite a bit is a loose term,
but you could say yes.
- Relatives, did he have?
- Few, to tell you the truth.
He married old. She had no children.
- And who would be the beneficiary of all this?
- Veronica, his wife.
- Everything goes to her?
- Yes, she's the sole heir.
- Were they married long?
- About 10 years.
- Is there any reason or any motive why
you might imagine
that she married him for...?
- For convenience?
-...for convenience?
- No, no reason.
To tell you the truth, Reyes started
doing well in the business world
after he was married, which is why
most of his fortune
could be considered a marital asset.
- You mean?
- By separating she would have gotten half.
- Half is not the same as all, doctor.
- Believe me that the figure would satisfy her.
But I'd like to point that
beyond the difference of ages
as a couple they loved each other very much.
They were very close,
especially in recent times,
when they went through difficult situations.
- When you say "difference", do you mean a lot?
- Estela.
- Ma'am?
Could you bring some
tea with honey, please?
Yes, of course, ma'am.
- Would you excuse me for a moment, please?
Veronica, there are two gentlemen here
who want to talk to you.
They're from the police.
They want to ask you a couple of questions.
It's standard procedure in these cases.
- If you give me a minute,
I'll see you in the room.
- Yes, of course, ma'am.
- I always thought the master bedroom
in a property like this
should have a little more privacy.
Come on in.
I reckon that street was already
on the lot when it was built.
Would you like a drink?
- No. Thank you.
- Well, I just hope I was able to bring
a little happiness to this poor man.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
- Look it's unworn, freshly laundered.
- Oh, thank you.
- It's just a bit of a nuisance
to bother with, ma'am.
I have it that the maid found the body. Right?
- Yes. I ran to see him.
He couldn't any more, poor thing.
- We don't want to bother you, ma'am.
You must have lived through
some very distressing months.
There's no need to delve into your life.
Just one thing, ma'am.
From what I hear downstairs,
you and your husband have had
some very difficult times lately.
May I know what kind of times?
- I don't understand.
- If I understand correctly,
something happened to you two.
Something that upset you...?
- You mean the kidnapping?
- He was kidnapped?
- I was kidnapped.
I was locked up in a villa for a month.
- Excuse me. Everything all right, Veronica?
- Yes. Everything's fine.
- Do you need anything?
- No. I'll be right down.
At that time my husband decided
not to file a complaint.
It was said in the papers that the kidnappings
were organized by mixed gangs.
So he paid the ransom,
and thank God everything went well.
I guess you are not going to go
digging into that now, are you?
- No. Not for now.
- Thank you.
- I got the autopsy results back.
I just got off the phone with the coroner.
There was nothing out of the ordinary.
The body had no wounds
or traces of any foreign substance.
He wasn't shot. He wasn't asphyxiated.
He was not poisoned.
Reyes died of cancer.
There's no doubt about that.
The body has been removed.
Tomorrow it will be buried.
The kidnapping left sequels on this girl.
She was hit in the head,
more precisely in the left parietal.
She suffered from memory loss, dizziness
and, until recently, persecutory mania.
I went to her social security and brought a
copy of all the treatments she has undergone.
Neurologists, psychiatrists,....
She's still in treatment today.
- Excuse me. Can you make room?
- Look, everything fits in here.
- Will you have something?
- Yes. A coffee. A chocolate?
- What's up, man?
Are you obsessed with the widow?
Marcela came.
You didn't pay attention to her. What's up?
- This woman is scared.
She's hiding something.
Did you see how she got
when that guy came into the room?
- That guy has a name: Juan Villasán.
Plastic surgeon.
I downloaded this article from gogl.
- From Google. -Gogl.
- Pronounced "Google".
- What did I say?
- Gogle.
The case. Let's get to it.
- He has a clinic in Martinez.
It worked well for a decade, but
for the last three or four years
he's had financial problems.
Debt, bankruptcy petitions....
Everything is listed in the Clearing.
He was a close friend of Reyes since his youth.
I asked for a list of his calls to a
cell phone company. I have a friend there.
- What did he tell you?
- That in the last three months
he made over 150 calls to this number.
- Whose number is it?
- It's Veronica Pelaez de Reyes' number.
- Were they lovers?
Maybe he even had something to do
with the kidnapping, this guy.
He was extorting her...?
- I'll show you a trick, Montero.
We used to do it with the waitress
at high school. Jessica was her name.
You take some napkins, you make a dumpling,
and very discreetly throw it on the floor.
The girl will bend down,
and show us the full length
of her marvelous legs.
- They're looking for you, Mansilla.
- How's it going, Dep?
- You're an idiot, Mansilla.
Excuse me, but that's the best adjective
I could find for you.
- Thank you, sir. Don't worry.
I won't be offended.
Sometimes it hurts us to be marked for
mistakes, but it certainly helps us to grow.
- Here, Marcela.
- Thank you very much. What a gentleman!
- Montero, I found a memo on my desk
where you ask for a van with tinted glass
equipped with a listening system. Can it be?
- Yes, we're right on the Reyes case.
- However, the autopsy
did not give any strange results.
- But with all due respect we thought it was
too hasty, with Mansilla, to close the case.
There are some loose ends and we would
love to be able to investigate further.
I mean, as long as you give us
your full support.
-... relatives of our dear Ignacio,
on a day as special as today,
I invite you to give
our sympathy and condolences
to the widow, who at this moment
has an immense pain in her heart.
- Thank you.
- How good this sounds!
- Did you see? And I made it
with low quality components.
- My God! Look how that chick looked at me!
- Which one? -That one.
Lend me the prototype, Lorenzo.
- Isn't that Laura's brother?
- Which one?
- The one with the yellow headphones.
- No, not at all.
No. Not even a little bit like him.
- What's he looking at?
- He's just looking at you.
- Yes, it's a double-edged sword.
Last night I pointed it at an apartment
of some neighbors my age.
The mother asked why
they never invited me to play ball,
and one of them replied that
it was because I looked like a jerk.
- What did the mother say?
- That it was true, but not because of that
I should be discriminated against.
Terrible.
- Don't worry, Lorenzo.
You don't look like a jerk at all.
- And you are not a jerk.
No matter what you look like.
- Here they come out.
- Is something wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- You're weird.
You're kind of distant. You don't talk to me.
- I'm fine.
- Is everything as it was?
I was just telling Veronica that she
can count on us for whatever she needs,
whatever time it is. Right?
- My condolences. -Thank you.
You know that Ignacio was very fond of you.
- You are with us.
- Of course I am.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Reyes. I'm Pedro,
the cemetery manager. We spoke...
- Yes, Pedro. How are you doing?
I have something for you.
- I remind you that it's not urgent.
- I prefer to do things this way. Here.
Surely you can't be short of customers. Right?
- Thank you, and I'm very sorry
about your husband.
- Mansilla, call Fortunato.
Use your handy, mine is in the prototype.
Tell him to find out what's in that envelope.
Have him call the cemetery and find out.
- Fortunato, you hear me? Mansilla here.
You have to call the
cemetery and find out
what was in the envelope
given to the employee.
- From the burial? -Yes, from the burial
we came to today with Montero.
- Did you bring the papers?
- Yes, I brought them, but I don't understand
the urgency. You're not being rational.
You can sign this any other day.
You have to rest.
- I'll have time to rest.
I'll wait for you in the car.
- Yes, there's something strange here.
- What's this?
- An orphanage, it looks like.
Friendship Foundation, it says?
Lorenzo, do you like it?
Ruin one more appliance and you'll come
to live here. Did you hear me?
- I don't understand anything about papers.
That's why I trust you.
I want everything to be in order.
Let's go in.
- Ma'am, how are you doing?
We're very sorry about your husband.
You know we loved him very much, here.
He was a great man.
- I know he was.
Dr. Cardemille is our lawyer.
- How do you do? Gonzalo Leguizamón,
humble director of this Friendship Foundation.
Do you know what I have? Look what I found!
- Ignacio?
- Yes.
He would have been six or seven years old,
more or less.
But that's all we have.
The kids grow up. Shall I fix you some mate?
- No, thank you very much.
We won't take up too much of your time.
What I need is for you to sign some documents
and give me all the details
of the foundation's account.
- Yes, please.
Hopefully we won't have to receive
that money for a long time.
Do you want to come to the office?
- I told you: she's scared.
- No. I'll tell Dr.
Cardemille about the foundation.
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make! Excuse me.
- He'll start telling you about the homes...
- She's going to make a transfer of the assets
that belong to her to this foundation.
Why, I don't know.
- Lorenzo, mate?
- Okay.
- Can you believe he doesn't receive
a single subsidy from the government?
- The director showed a picture
of some Ignacio, Ignacio Reyes.
This woman's husband probably grew up here.
- Maybe he did.
- Is there something wrong with you?
Be sincere. -No, nothing, nothing.
If the inheritance procedures were quicker,
I'd make a will and that's it.
But no. If something happens to me
in the middle of the process
how can I be sure that the money
will go where it belongs?
- Yes, but why is she in such a hurry?
She must be thinking that
something is going to happen to her.
- Maybe she's cautious, and that's it.
It's not a microphone, Lorenzo.
- Sorry.
- Fortunato here.
- Yes, Fortunato?
- I checked what you asked
for with the cemetery management.
Mrs. Reyes registered a payment this morning.
There was money in the envelope.
She secured a plot of land
next to her husband's grave.
- Here are the papers.
This looks like the bank thing to me.
- The BIC.
- The BIC of the bank.
Brothers and detectives
- Everything was closed.
Good thing I got these choripanes.
- I'm here to make a delivery
of La Liebre Dorada.
- Find out what the Golden Hare is, Mansilla.
- Yes, it's an order.
I have to hand-deliver it to Mrs. Reyes.
- Ma'am, they've come to bring a package.
- Coming, Estela.
- What service do you want to use?
- Telephone number.
- Please say the name of the town.
- City of Buenos Aires.
- What is the name and surname
or company name. -The Golden Hare.
- Good evening, madam.
- If you know the street...
- I don't.
Why the fuck don't they put a human being
on the other side. This is unbearable.
- Do you want us to open it together?
- No.
- Good night.
- Sure, the machine takes longer,
they charge you more...
- The phone number is: four...
- You can take the night off
because I won't be needing you.
- Are you sure, ma'am? That's great!
I'm going to my brother's house.
- I can't believe it!
- What happened? - Dropped call.
Turn on the car.
- Point it at her.
- Hello. Fine. I want to talk to you.
No, face to face.
Now.
No, it's not all right.
Because. Because it's not all right.
So come and let's talk, otherwise it's all over.
That doesn't scare me.
- Let's see, lend me.
- Let's see, Mansilla. Lend me your binoculars.
- What do you want to see?
- The young lady.
- The naked lady?
- Who are we investigating?
- No way, Lorenzo.
- Please, come on. Let me see her.
- Quiet.
And you, Mansilla, give me the binoculars,
I'm the one in charge.
Mansilla, lend me your cell phone.
- What are you going to do?
I'm paying for this one.
- I don't give a shit about that right now.
Sorry.
Thank you.
- Speak up.
- Yes, how are you, ma'am?
This is Detective Montero.
I don't know if you remember.
- Oh, yeah, you're the short dark-haired guy.
- No, that's my partner.
I'm the tall, blond, light-eyed one.
- Oh, yeah. How do you do? Speak.
- I wanted to know if you were all right,
if you needed anything?
- Yes, I'm fine, given the situation...
I'm fine.
- Good to know, ma'am!
I wanted to remind you that if you want
to tell me something, you can trust me.
- Something about what?
- I don't know, something about
the kidnapping,
the inheritance,
or what you plan to do with the money?
- What I plan to do with the money?
- Can't you ask her to call you?
- Please, Mansilla.
- What do you plan to do?
If you plan to invest it or donate it, or...
Remember that if someone is bothering you
right now, I can help you.
- Excuse me, are you watching me?
- No. I just want to give you my full support.
- Look, I'll tell you one thing: I'm going
to pay for all my faults, but leave me alone.
- "Pay for all my faults"?
What's wrong with this girl?
And you, Mansilla, interrupting me like that...
- This girl will get millions in an inheritance
and I earn less than 800 pesos a month.
It's the surgeon.
- What is she doing?
- She's praying.
- Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
- Did you find out what's in that box?
- Not yet, since you took my phone!
- Come on, I want to know what's in it.
- What service do you want to use?
- Phone number.
- Hello. What's up?
Is someone in the house?
- No.
- What about Estela?
- I gave her the night off.
- City of Buenos Aires.
- I spoke to Cardemille to find out
where they'd gone after the burial
and he said something about a foundation.
What's going on?
I'm donating all the money from the
inheritance to a group of orphanages.
- What are you saying?
- That all this shit has to be good
for something! Right?
- Slow down. Stop it.
Come here. Don't run.
Wait a little bit.
Have you gone crazy?
I know you. You're a bum!
You won't fuck up my life!
You know what I'm capable of.
- No, you can't do anything to me. Do you
know why you can't do anything to me?
Because if something happens to me, the
money automatically goes to the foundation.
It's all signed.
- What the fuck are you saying?
Listen to me. Let's calm down.
Tomorrow morning you go, talk to the lawyer,
undo this arrangement.
Listen, you son of a bitch!
- No! Son of a bitch is you!
- You've reached Golden Hare armory,
everything for hunting and fishing.
- Franco.
- What?
- Tomorrow we'll all be dead.
- What are you saying?
- The box comes from a gun shop.
- No, don't!
- You son of a bitch!
- Hold it right there.
- No traces of water were found in the lungs.
D.O.A. from the gunshot
before she fell into the pool.
Right temporal entry wound.
Bullet lodged in the skull.
I removed it. It matches the gun.
It came out of the Taurus 85 they found.
Here's the death certificate.
As far as I'm concerned,
the next of kin can dispose of the body.
- Thank you.
- So she was killed in front of you?
- I found it strange
because it wasn't my day off.
To tell you the truth, I think if I had
stayed a little longer, it wouldn't...
- Easy, ma'am.
Tell me, you don't know what the relationship
was between Villasán and Mrs. Verónica?
- They were friends. -Friends, were they?
- Yes, they were friends.
- In addition to the patient's
physical injuries,
the psychological consequences
were very serious.
I was treating her from the time
of the kidnapping until very recently.
She was suffering from acute depressive symptoms
with a sense of unreality,
momentary memory loss...
- Was she on medication?
- Yes, she was, officer. She was on Prozac.
- The day of delivery had already been
arranged since she bought the gun.
She did the license paperwork, paid for it...
All legit.
- Why didn't she just
take it straight from the store?
- She chose a catalog item.
We didn't have it in stock at the time.
- You didn't ask her
what she was going to use it for?
- I figured it was for personal security.
An attractive woman
who lives in the provinces...
Driving at night can be dangerous.
I don't blame her if she wanted to be covered.
- You just gave it to her?
You didn't ask for any qualifications, nothing?
- She had the necessary ones.
Besides, my goal is to sell my product, sir.
- Officer, for you.
- It wasn't that she was afraid
that something would happen to her.
In fact, I believe
she had already planned all this.
On the other hand, I knew that
Ignacio Reyes was of humble origins.
What I didn't know was that he
had grown up in this institution.
And Veronica wanted to make sure
that once she was dead
the entire inheritance would go to this place.
And she was afraid that
there would be vultures around
and she was afraid that the money
wouldn't go where it belonged.
- What kind of vultures, sir?
- I don't know.
I really don't know, but none that
could claim anything from Reyes.
He was my only client and for over 15 years
I handled his affairs,
kept his accounts, and I can assure you
that all his numbers are in order,
that there are no pending legal proceedings,
no creditors of any kind,
so it seems clear to me that
this fear that Veronica was feeling
is related to her own issues.
- What can you tell me about Villasán?
You know that she tried to kill him
before taking her own life.
Can you imagine why?
- To tell you the truth,
I don't know him very well.
I've seen him a couple of times at meetings,
some New Year's,
when it was the kidnapping.
I do know that a couple of years ago
he borrowed money from Reyes.
- And did he give it to him?
- Not that I know of.
Ignacio was always telling me
about how hard it is
to keep friendships when you have so much money.
But I do know that he offered
to put at his disposal
his entire financial team to advise him.
But apparently Villasán wanted the cash.
- I demand to know
what condition my client is in,
why is he being held up for so long.
You can't keep him delayed like this, without
any explanation. Do you understand me?
- Mr. Villasán is being interrogated,
nothing more.
I ask you to please have a little patience.
- Leave me alone with him.
- He's all yours.
- Did he say anything to you?
- Nothing. I didn't ask him, either.
- Yes, you'll probably
be out of here in the short term.
But both you and I know
that you're up to your neck, Villasán.
There must be some explanation for
this succession of unfortunate events...
and I assure you that
I will not stop until I find it.
I know that something happened
in the kidnapping episode.
I know that you had
a secret relationship with Veronica.
I know about your constant calls
to her cell phone.
I have a record of all the calls.
I also know about your constant requests
for money from Mr. Reyes,
and I know that he systematically refused.
I also sense that some kind of plan
was linking you to Veronica,
but lately she was not very agreeable
to continue it, wasn't she?
Were you extorting her?
What were you extorting her with?
Don't you feel a little guilty, Villasán?
You put so much pressure on her that
she decided to take her own life
rather than comply with your demands.
Why did she want to kill you?
What were you extorting her with?
DON'T DISTURB
- I won't stop playing because I don't want to.
If you're going to complain to the doorman,
tell him that if he rings my doorbell again
on a Monday at 11 o'clock in the morning,
I'll beat the shit out of him.
And if you go talk to the manager
ask him that instead of worrying
about the annoying noises,
to stop taking the money from the expenses.
Bye, kid.
What part of my speech
did you not understand, asshole?
- I don't give a shit about your business
with the doorman and the administrator.
As for your music, it's not my style.
And you're no virtuoso.
If you were, you'd be making a record,
and not arguing with me.
But it's all right, I tolerate it.
I have here the recording of a police case
because my brother works in investigations
and I sometimes help him.
I think there may be clues,
but for that I need to clean some frequencies
to hear better.
Don't you have a dynamic processor
we can work with for a couple of hours?
- Come on in, man.
- Thanks.
- Look, I've been a friend
of the Reyes family forever.
After the kidnapping I tried to be around
to help out in any way I could. That's all.
- Friend of the Reyes family.
All the calls are to the wife's cell phone.
How do you explain that?
- Ignacio was getting sicker and sicker,
he couldn't sleep.
I wouldn't go around calling to wake him up.
- He was sick?
And meanwhile you were seducing
your best friend's wife.
- I wasn't seducing anyone.
- And by the way,
if the relationship prospered,
you were going to inherit a fortune.
What is it, Villasán?
Because he wouldn't lend you the money,
you tried to take revenge?
- What are you saying?
- And once you managed to conquer
the woman, you started to extort her.
What did you have, photos?
What did you ask for?
You're talking nonsense.
- She tried to kill you, Villasán!
Who's being incoherent?
Are you going to tell me you don't know why?
Why did you go to the house that night?
What happened, she didn't want
to continue the affair?
Did she realize that you seduced her
while she was vulnerable?
- I really don't know what you're talking about.
- There's something even more shocking.
You kidnapped the wife
of your best friend, Villasán?
- Oh, come on!
- Is there anything more perverse than that?
You couldn't afford the ransom money.
You wanted Reyes' entire fortune.
You didn't imagine for a second
that you were ruining the life
of your best friend's wife?
That you were giving her
irreversible psychological disorders?
She was tormented.
She had feelings of guilt.
You upset your best friend's wife!
You literally drove
your best friend's wife to suicide!
- She wasn't my best friend's wife!
- What?
Brothers and detectives
- About a year and a half ago
Ignacio told me about his illness.
- How long?
- The doctors won't say.
I think about eight months, maybe longer.
- I felt that the couple
hadn't loved each other for a long time.
They didn't even touch each other.
They lived in separate rooms.
They were cheating on each other.
It had been a while since there had been
anything resembling love.
- I go out for a while.
Shall I tell Estela to pour some more tea?
- No, Veronica. Thank you.
Excuse me, when didn't I pay you?
- I had no way out. I had a lot of huge debts.
Two mortgages, a terrible monthly expense...
- Excuse me, doctor. There's a woman here
to inquire about an implant.
- Ask her to come in.
And suddenly she appears.
- Excuse me, doctor.
- Come in.
- How's it going?
- She was perfect. The same facial features,
the same height, the same skin tone...
Can you believe that even the voice
was similar? It was like a sign.
She came from the province.
She had no family, no children, nothing.
A prostitute who came to get her bust lifted.
Her only connection to the capital was
a procurer who lived in Ciudadela.
She didn't even have a sixth grade education.
Beware, when I told her about the plan,
she was not horrified.
- Of course, being a plastic surgeon, you
were able to change the missing features...
- Yes, but until the operation was done
I didn't know if I could go ahead with the plan.
- Dyeing... You swapped the woman
during the kidnapping, Villasán.
- At another time I wouldn't have thought
of doing such a barbarity.
The idea was as follows:
collect the money from the kidnapping,
pay all my debts,
then I'd keep the real Veronica locked up
while my partner stayed with Reyes
until his death.
I'd collect the inheritance,
we'd split the money,
I'd leave, abandon my wife, and from a distance
I'd call the police to come and rescue
the real Veronica. You know what I mean?
I'm not a murderer.
- But...?
- The sleeping pill malfunctioned.
I had no choice.
- There it is.
- I did my job pretty well.
Not just as a surgeon.
- Veronica...
- I taught her how to walk,
I taught her how to behave like her,
talk like her.
I showed her pictures of relationships,
told her stories.
- Is that why the beatings?
That's why the amnesia,
to justify the possible future mistakes
she was going to make
by pretending to be Veronica.
Then what happened?
Why did your partner back up?
- She said she fell in love.
Can you believe it,
that she fell in love?
- It's unusual. Isn't it?
- Stupid.
- Sure, a woman with a sordid past,
with a difficult life,
no family, no friends,
suddenly meets another world.
In that couple, there had been
nothing like love for a long time.
But this was another couple, wasn't it?
It was another woman.
When she receives Reyes' love and affection
her perception of the plan changes.
After the kidnapping Reyes takes care of her,
values her,
respects her for the first time,
and she cannot steal from him.
She suffers thinking about the day when
the old man dies and she has to betray him.
That's why she tries to convince you,
tries to back out.
But you, of course, don't listen to her.
You imagine that what she wants
is to keep all the money,
but she has another plan:
get rid of the criminal,
donate all the money to a charity
to honor the only man who ever loved her,
and wash her guilt away by taking her own life.
You didn't count on that, did you?
- Tomorrow you go, you talk to the lawyer,...
- Let's see... That way, more or less.
- Tomorrow nothing will happen. Do you know
why? Because tomorrow we'll all be dead.
- Would you like a beer?
- No, thanks.
See? There it is.
- What is it?
- Look. Rewind it.
- Rewind. Play.
- Remove the bass.
- Bass removed, sir.
- And attenuate the mid frequencies
a little bit.
- Attenuated.
- And put on the Dolby filter.
- Dolby filter. On.
- Listen.
- Yes, but what is it?
- Hold still.
- No doubt about it: she's dating a married guy.
I always see her putting on
her makeup late in the night
on weekdays. She never introduces him.
What a waste!
- Poor thing. Isn't she?
She fell in love with old Reyes.
The surgeon treated her like an tramp,
like a delinquent.
And she ends up committing suicide for love.
What a woman, man!
What can you do?
- I'm going to kill this kid.
- Hello, Marcela.
- What's up?
- I'm asking for a beer for my friend
and a coffee for me.
- OK.
- Lorenzo, come here.
- Yes, I'm coming.
- What are you doing here?
- Meet my friend, the Ostrich.
- How are you doing? Hello.
- Hey, listen up. We've been processing
the tape from the night at the mansion
and we found something that might help.
- The case is solved, Lorenzo.
Villasán confessed to everything.
The explanation is too convoluted.
- Reyes' wife was an imposter.
Villasán killed the real one
after he kidnapped her.
The plan was to split the inheritance,
but the impostor fell in love with Reyes
and arranged for his money
to be used for a noble purpose.
- And who is the third man?
- What third man?
- There was someone else that night
at the mansion. Listen up. Play, Ostrich.
- Play.
- You see?
- An angel caller (jewelry).
- That's what I thought,
but from somewhere that sound was familiar.
And listen. Play, Ostrich.
- I rewind.
- Yes.
- Play.
- Do you want to go to the office?
- No. Why don't you go get the paperwork,
and I'll tell Dr. Cardemille
about the foundation?
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make!
- You see?
- It's the same noise.
- Same sound, same radius, same range.
Same everything.
It is the key ring of Leguizamón,
the director of the foundation.
He was at the mansion that night.
- That's a good noise.
I'm going to loop it and put it in a track.
- Excuse me. -Go ahead.
- Thank you, Marcela. -You're welcome.
- Very kind, sweetie.
- Lend me your cell phone, please.
- Again?
- Yes? -Dr. Cardemille?
This is Detective Montero speaking.
- How are you, Montero? Any news?
- I'd like to ask you a little question, doctor.
Have you already made the transfer
to the Friendship Foundation?
- Yes, of course,
immediately after the burial. Why?
- Okay. No, no reason.
I wanted to ask if you could give me
the telephone number
of the person in charge of the foundation,
of the director.
- I have a cell phone that
I was calling a little while ago
to find out if the money was credited correctly,
but it is out of service.
What I could do is to give you
the foundation's telephone number,
which if I am not mistaken is
in a brochure he gave me
the day we went to visit him in Pilar....
- Please, give me the telephone number.
Marcela, can I have a pen?
- I think it's 0800...
- Just a moment, please.
- Here it is.
- Tell me.
- 0800 333 02 42.
It leaves me worried. Is there a problem?
- No. I'll let you know anything, doctor.
That's kind of you. Good night.
- Good night.
- The Noble King pub. Good night. Hello? Hello?
- She wasn't my best friend's wife!
- And who would be the beneficiary...?
- Veronica, his wife.
- It all goes to her.
- Yes. She's the sole heir.
- She wanted to get his partner off his back.
He gave it to us on a platter, Mansilla.
- Excuse me, everything okay, Veronica?
- Yeah. All good.
- Half is not the same as all, doctor.
- Is something wrong with you?
- Nothing.
- She knew we were going to be there
watching. It was all so theatrical!
- I'm fine.
- She even got us
the best seat to watch the show.
- I always thought the master bedroom
in a property like this
should have a little more privacy.
- I know you: you're a tramp.
You're not going to fuck up my life.
- And who is the third man?
- Gonzalo Leguizamón, humble director
of this Friendship Foundation.
- His only relationship with the capital city,
a procurer who lived in Ciudadela.
She didn't even have a sixth grade education.
- He wants me to have surgery.
He says that if I pretend to be someone else
and don't say anything to anyone,
I can make a fortune.
What's up?
- I knew Ignacio Reyes was of humble origins.
What I didn't know was that he
grew up in this institution.
- Look what I found!
- Ignacio? -Yes, yes.
- And Veronica wanted to make sure
that once she died
the entire inheritance would go to this place.
Do you want to
go to the office?
No. Why don't you go
get the documentation,
and I'll tell Dr. Cardemille
about the foundation?
- Oh, these kids, the mess they make!
- The foundation has to exist.
The guy had an office there.
- The foundation exists.
Now, the guy could have been
walking around the grounds with any excuse,
but he didn't have an office.
- Good afternoon. Were you about to...?
- I'm the plumber and I'm doing a damp survey.
I'll be around here for a while
without bothering you.
- And the woman they buried?
- Somehow they recovered the body
of the real Veronica.
- Did they get the gun, too?
- And they kept it.
- At minus 18 degrees below zero,
the flesh remains intact.
Isn't it amazing?
- She died instantly from the gunshot
before falling into the pool.
- Tomorrow morning you go, you talk
to the lawyer to undo this arrangement...
You'll undo it. Listen, you son of a bitch!
- No! You're the son of a bitch!
- The first bullet is the real one
and the second one's the blank one.
- They really fucked you up, didn't they?
- How nice, love!
Kicks?
- # For being good you put me to misery.
# You left me in the palm tree,
# you even stole my color.
# In six months you ate up my grocery shop,
# the stall at the market,
# the hook and the counter.
# Bitch, you even stole my love!
# Now I'm so scared of a girl
# that if she flirts with me in the street
# I stand next to the cop.
# What makes me most angry
# is to have been so stupid.
# If a month ago I had learned
# what I found out yesterday
# it wouldn't be me who was caught
# by your woman's tricks.
# Today I find out that your mother,
# noble widow of a warrior,
# is the most famous thief
who stepped on the 33 precinct.
# And I've learned that the warrior
# who died full of honor
# neither died nor was a warrior
# as you fooled me to believe.
# He's in jail convicted
# as an agent of the camorra,
# teacher of the truncheon, crook and swindler.
# Between all of you,
you peeled me to the scalp.
# Your silhouette was the hook... #