Hermanos y detectives (2006–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Tiempos difíciles - full transcript
An entrepreneur appears dead in a pile of sand in the middle of a construction site, with a bullet in his back. Lorenzo suffers discrimination from the other boys in the neighborhood. He falls in love with one of them, named Valentina.
Brothers and detectives
- Brothers be united.
- OK, but that's an easy position.
You come once or twice a month and you get
paid. I'm the one who's on a day-to-day basis.
- But I do other things
that you didn't know how to do.
Who managed to get us on
Vidal Buzzi's list of restaurants
or to be given the highest category?
Was it you?
- Stop it. You can't compare.
I manage the waiters, the suppliers,
I have to put up with the asshole cook,
the customers' complaints.
And you throw in my face something
that cost you a simple phone call?
- Let's do one thing: buy the part from me.
Are you so pissed off to be my partner?
Well, get the money together, buy me out,
we'll do the liquidation,
and the restaurant is yours.
- You know that I don't have that money.
- Suggest another solution then.
Today we present Difficult Times
- Hello, Don Carlos.
How's it going?
- Here we are, supporting
Boca (Juniors Football Club).
- What's the score?
- 0-0. But we've got them in a goal.
- That's better.
- Mr. Renzi.
About the neighbor in 3A.
He complained again to the administrator.
He says he'll call the police,
he'll get a lawyer.
- There are people who have nothing to do
and can waste their time. Thank you.
- You're welcome, Mr. Renzi.
- Hello.
Are you doing well, Pinki?
What a pretty dog you are!
- You mean me?
- How are you, my love?
- I'm fine. I just got back from my run.
I was just about to take a shower.
- With your personal trainer?
- No, I'll shower alone.
- You're so funny!
- Don't be jealous at all.
He's not my type.
- That's the last thing I need.
Today I had a sinister day.
- I'll take a bath and you can
tell me about it.
I booked the cabins in
San Martin de los Andes.
We still need to confirm the tickets.
I was told that there is
already a lot of snow.
Silvana called today at noon.
She invited us for lunch tomorrow.
- Did she make up with Ricardo?
- I can't hear you.
- I said, did she make up with Ricardo?
- It seems so.
- Hello.
Yes, tell me.
What's up?
- Okay.
You can tell me now.
My love.
Hey!
Are you still talking?
Sweetheart?
Pinki? Didn't you see daddy?
Jorge.
Jorge.
Don Carlos, didn't you see my husband?
- Yes. He went upstairs five minutes ago.
- Look what I'll do to him.
Sorry, buddy. Sorry.
- It's okay.
- You're a cool player! Zidane's way?
- Up your ass.
Sorry. This time it was me, buddy.
- Give it back with your hand this time.
- Do you reach? If not, Willy, I'll get it.
- Maybe you'd reach with
a ton to the balls power.
- Why don't you stop harassing?
- He already got a hard on!
- They wouldn't make an ugly couple.
The law of the funnel:
the prettiest with the dumbest.
- We fucked up, man.
Here comes the sidekick.
- How are you doing, champ? Well?
- Hi, Franco. Yes.
I'm a bit tired.
I'm going upstairs to sleep for a while.
- Are you sure everything's fine?
- Yes, everything's fine. Are you all right?
- Facha, what's that phrase?
"He who chickens up, God helps"?
- Don't pay attention to them.
They're assholes.
- Because I'm going upstairs? No problem.
Any new cases?
- Nothing.
It's all quiet. No homicide.
- Montero, do you copy? Mansilla here.
- So far. Yeah, I copy you, Mansilla.
- He disappeared from home suddenly.
He left everything behind: the key, the wallet.
The wife is convinced that he was killed.
She says she has a hunch.
- Without the body, Mansilla,
we can't do anything.
The guy might have run off
with his mistress
or maybe he lost his memory and
he's wandering around the city
or he's been kidnapped. Why doesn't
the anti-kidnapping squad intervene?
- Serrano said he didn't want to see me
sitting on my ass in the office
and that's when he put us on this case.
Do come in.
- Yeah, it's my office, Mansilla.
- Excuse me, guys.
Can you give us a minute?
- How are you, guys, doing fine?
- Fine.
- Victor, from systems.
- What's up, Victor?
- As I was saying,
he left everything but the cell phone.
We called him 100 times and he
didn't answer, but the phone is on.
Every state-of-the-art device has
two electronic identification numbers:
one for the device and one for the chip.
When it's on, it identifies itself
to the nearest radio base.
- So you can track it and tell us which
radio base the cell phone is located at?
- And a little bit more.
- Okay.
- According to the intensity of the
emission we can narrow down the area
down to 10,000 square meters.
- A city block.
- Yes. You think I don't know
how many square meters a city block is?
You're right, I don't. Thank you.
- Look here.
- Good evening, girls. How are you doing?
- Samorini, come on.
We could run into a gang of kidnappers.
Please concentrate.
- Here's the number. Call from your
cell phone, mine has no credit.
- I got a 130 pesos bill.
Bianchini, pass me your cell phone.
- I have no battery.
- Fortunato.
- Me neither.
- Don't be stingy, nobody believes you.
- Fortunato, throw us the rope.
- Don't shout.
- Fuck.
- Throw us the wire. He's falling.
- Watch the alarm.
- Fortunato!
- Now I'm coming.
- They're calling you.
- Come on, Fortunato.
- Be careful.
- Come on, I'm coming, Bianchini.
- Easy does it.
- Come on, boss.
- Come on, Franco.
- Watch it.
- Come on.
Dial again.
- If you don't get through,
they don't charge you, right?
- Yes, they always charge you.
They're a bunch of crooks.
- It comes from the mound.
- Let's dig.
- Let's dig?
- Come on.
- They use my phone, I have to dig...
Am I a slave?
- Come on, you have long arms.
- Why don't you lick my balls?
- Here he is!
- He's been shot in the chest.
- Take him to the morgue right away.
- I must have left at 8:15, 8:30.
With the Boca game, everything got delayed.
Otherwise, 7:00, 7:30,
I'll put the lock on and leave.
- It says here that at 6:00 p.m.
the workers leave,
18:30 the architect came in,
19:30 the truck unloaded,
19:50 he removes the dump truck of
the debris. Is that so, sir?
- If it says so there...
There was no possibility that someone could
have entered without you seeing him?
- While I was here, no one came in or out
who had nothing to do with the construction.
- Did you know Renzi? - Who?
- The dead man.
- No. I never saw him in my life. Well,
maybe I met him and I don't realize it.
- I don't understand what you're saying.
- I don't know, maybe I met him on a bus,
in a restaurant...
I don't know, sometime.
- Fine.
- Later you find out something like that and
you'll say that I hid information from you.
I don't want any problem, no problem at all.
So just in case.
- Stay calm, sir. Kamijo!
Show the photo to the workers, see
if they recognize Renzi's face. Please.
Thank you. Guys,
they'll bother you for a second.
Okay, Salinas. Thank you for your time.
Excuse me. If anything comes up...
- Yeah, you'll call me.
But when will you clear up the place?
I'm losing a day's work.
You know what that means, don't you?
- We're working.
We'll do everything as quickly as possible.
- Thank you.
- I spoke to the experts.
- What do they say?
- They think he died
from the gunshot wound to the chest.
They estimate he's been dead
over eight hours.
- Any witnesses?
- No witnesses.
He disappeared with no witnesses
and turned up with no witnesses.
The guys who did the job are professionals.
- The guy disappears from his apartment
at 18 hours, more or less,
turns up dead here with
a shot in the chest,
he leaves his wallet, he leaves his keys.
- The wife was taking a bath
and says she didn't hear anything.
Maybe he went downstairs for a moment
and thought he was coming back right away.
- The woman says that Renzi received a call
just before he disappeared.
Do we know who made that call?
- I have a complete list of calls
from the last 48 hours.
The last call was received
at approximately 17:52.
The owner of the line is...
- Ricardo Silva, a manufacturer
of work clothes and uniforms.
He provided clothing
for the restaurant employees.
One maître, three waiters, cooks, cleaners.
Renzi terminated the contract
with the factory two weeks ago.
There is the wife, too, who says
the husband disappeared out of nowhere.
We don't know if she had anything to do
with it or not, yet.
A certain Andrade, Renzi's partner, they were
arguing. They were about to split up.
And finally the neighbor,
who two days ago threatened
to call the police
if they didn't remove
the dog from the apartment.
It seems that on stormy days
she barks and the guy can't sleep.
What's wrong, Lorenzo? Is something wrong?
- No, nothing.
- Did you have problems with the kids
in the building again?
- No, not at all.
- I'm coming.
- How are you? Is your brother here?
- Lorenzo.
- Yes, Lorenzo.
- Yes. They're looking for you.
- I'm an idiot. I forgot the name.
I almost said: "Is the stupid one home?".
- Stop. Do you want him to be
our friend or not?
- How are you?
- Go away.
- Yes, of course.
- What's up?
- First we wanted to apologize
for the other day.
We got out of hand with the ball thing.
- It's all right.
- It was tano's idea, he's a bit of a jerk
but he's a good kid.
- Stop, tano, calm down, everything's fine.
- The other thing is that
it's Valentina's birthday on Saturday
and we wanted to come and invite you.
She's having a party in a hall.
- It's a costume party.
We'll drink beer, dance a little,
have a good laugh.
Here's the address, if you want to go.
- She told us to come and let you know
because she's embarrassed.
- What are you calling me, you sick asshole?
- Well, since you're ashamed.
- Shut up.
- That's all. And sorry again.
- Lorenzo, take a look. If you don't
feel like it, there's no problem.
- Let him attend.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Bye, Lorenzo.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- Everything all right? - Yes.
- What did they want?
- Nothing, to invite me to a
birthday party.
A costume ball.
- Cool!
- Yeah, but I'm still not going.
- Why not?
- Because I don't enjoy dressing up
and I can't dance. I'd rather stay here.
- Lorenzo, I think it's cool for
you to attend.
I don't want to interfere,
but I think it's cool.
They invited you to a birthday party,
they're your neighbors.
If I were you I'd go, I think.
- Well, then you go. Here's the invitation.
Brothers and detectives
- Full coroner's report.
The shot went straight through the heart.
Bullet pierced his aorta
and killed him instantly.
He assumes that he was shot
from some distance,
20 to 25 meters, at least.
There are no blows or cuts or traces
of drugs, sleeping pills or painkillers.
- Ballistics analyzed the bullet.
The gun factories make a rifling
on the interior of the barrel
which gives the projectile its trajectory.
This leaves marks
that are specific to each weapon.
We take the projectile to the comparative
microscope, measure the diameter,
and we compared it with
all the drawings in the file. Nothing.
Then I went on the Internet.
I accessed the Interpol database.
I compared the striae with
more than 1,200 photographs.
Four and a half hours, it took.
- So?
- Nothing.
The 7.63 caliber is
almost obsolete in modern guns.
I looked in a catalog of collector's guns.
It's a 1906 Mauser MC98 pistol,
the only one with this caliber
in the entire catalog.
- Why did it take you so
long to tell me this?
- I wanted to share with you my odyssey.
- Congratulations, Mansilla.
Does all this mean anything
to you, Lorenzo?
- No, nothing so far.
- Nothing at all? It's very strange.
A guy disappears from his apartment
without a trace,
turns up far away, at a construction site
with a shot in the heart,
we discover that the gun is a
1906 Mauser...
There are many elements to
start working on.
- I see you're working hard, Mansilla.
Don't tear yourself apart.
- I wake up at six o'clock in the morning,
I didn't stop doing things until just now.
- Yes, yes, Mansilla, I guess so.
How's life, little Montero?
- Going on.
- We'll have to give this kid his debut.
Let's go wet your pecker, kid Montero?
- Deputy, he's a child.
- He's a child but soon he'll grow pubes.
His face will change.
And what's going to happen?
Uncle Serrano will take him
to meet the best whores in the capital.
And we'll take my son too,
maybe so he'll smart up a bit.
- With all the diseases out there,
I think that's outrageous.
Besides, I'll take care
of my son's sex education.
When I have a son.
Now I take care of my brother's.
- Relax, Montero.
- Excuse me.
Do you have a minute for us to talk?
- How's Marcela, the pretty girl, doing?
Is she still angry?
- Lorenzo, don't listen to him.
He's a beast, the guy.
- Yes, he's a beast.
- We must track down gun collectors,
museums,
check auction houses.
A 1906 Mauser pistol can't be that common.
- It's not mandatory
to have a record of such old guns.
- I made my debut last year.
I'm just saying that so
Lorenzo knows it's not urgent.
- Okay.
- Me, one or two more years I can hold on.
- Silva stated that
he spoke with Renzi at about 6 PM
and the communication was abruptly cut off.
- Watch the glass, Lorenzo.
Did he tell you what they talked about?
- Business.
- Who was Silva?
- Clothing manufacturer.
What's wrong, Lorenzo? You're out of focus.
- I got the names mixed up, that's all.
- Lorenzo is going through a difficult time.
He's upset because he has
a costume ball on Saturday night.
- Okay.
- I don't have a masquerade ball.
There's a masquerade ball.
I told you I'm not going.
- Why, Lorenzo?
A masquerade ball is funny.
- Yes, I imagine, amazingly funny.
- Mrs. Renzi?
- Yes.
- We're very sorry about what happened.
- Who are you?
- Brothers.
- Detectives.
Brothers and detectives.
I'm a detective. He's my brother.
He sometimes works with us as a detective.
He's a gifted boy.
Don't go by appearances.
- I'm Mansilla. I assist them.
- Can we get started?
- Yes, it happened exactly
as I already stated.
I left him at the door of the building
and I left.
- I saw him go in, but I never saw
him come out.
- Sir, you're absolutely certain that you
didn't move from the hall? Not for a second?
- No, sir, not for a moment. Boca was playing.
If he had gone out the door,
I should have seen him.
- Isn't there another exit?
- Yes, there's the one in the garage, too.
- Yes, in the first basement.
- So someone could have taken Renzi
down to the garage,
put him in a car, and taken him out of
the building without you seeing him?
- Maybe, but he would have to have a key.
- My husband's were left here,
so those weren't used.
- The ones for the garage?
- Everyone with a car has them.
- And the porter's assistants.
And the administrator,
and the night watchmen too, and
the former owners. What do I know!
- Don't worry, we'll talk to all of them.
- The reasons,
what are the reasons why someone
would want to kill Mr. Renzi?
- I really don't know.
He was a completely peaceful person.
- The same goes for me.
All in all, we got along quite well.
- Forgive me for disagreeing.
Lately he didn't speak well of you.
I'm not saying you had him killed, but...
- He spoke highly of you.
- What are you saying?
- Let's calm down, people, please.
- Have you talked to guy from 3rd A yet?
- Not yet.
The guy from 3A had trouble
with the dog, right?
- Yes, sir. That's him.
- We haven't talked yet.
The guy from 3A has a name:
- Eduardo Scarfia.
- Montero.
- You, Don Carlos, don't bring up any more
gossip if you don't want to be fired.
Don't you know that
I am president of the consortium?
- Mr. Scarfia, I got it that
you called the police several times
and even threatened to prosecute him.
- Yes. So what?
- It's a bit suspicious. He's dead now.
- If I wanted to solve the problem
I would have killed the dog, not the owner.
- One second, please.
What's wrong, Lorenzo?
- It's nothing.
- What do you mean "nothing"?
There are a lot of clues.
The apartment’s full of suspects.
It's the most intricate case we've ever had
and you're standing here staring
at the horizon with him, a dog, down there.
- It's a female.
- Well, a she dog. It's the same thing.
What's up?
- Maybe she knows something,
she saw something.
- You say there's a way
to get information out of the dog?
I'm asking you seriously.
You surprised me so many times
that I don't know anymore, maybe we
must do something. You tell me.
- Maybe we can take her to the
police station and interrogate her.
- Don't act smart.
Come on, let's solve this case together.
On Saturday you go to the birthday party,
have fun, put on a good costume...
- Franco, I already told you
I'm not attending the birthday party.
- What's wrong with it? Have a good time
with the boys. Talk to some lady.
- I don't like to dress up,
Franco. Stop it.
- Well, go without a costume but have fun.
At least dance. Anything.
- I can't dance, Franco.
How do you want me to tell you?
Don't you understand that I'm wooden?
Everybody laughs at me.
- As much as I don't want to admit it,
this whole situation,
this whole group of kids,
is affecting him more than you can imagine
and me too.
I would beat the shit out of them.
- It'd be worse, because you'd disown him.
Lorenzo is smart.
He'll solve it by himself.
- The thing is, Mansilla,
that the kid has no friends.
He's worried about not being accepted,
right now.
Do you realize how absent he is
in the last murder?
- Sorry, but I was listening
to what you were saying.
Don't you want me to talk to Lorenzo?
Maybe, since I'm a woman...
- All right, Marcela. Leave it.
Don't worry. Thank you.
- But you could tell your boyfriend
to be more careful with the child.
Today he said some outrageous things
that could traumatize him.
- He's not my boyfriend.
- Your lover, whatever you want to call him.
- He's nothing. We split up.
- Call her.
- Waitress!
You split up?
- Yes.
- Was it a fight or a breakup?
- I broke up.
- You did?
It was a decision... yours?
- Yes.
How difficult!
A difficult relationship, too. Right?
- Besides that it wasn't good for me.
I wasn't happy.
- It's not unreasonable for Marcela
to talk to Lorenzo.
- It would be good, if you want to.
- That's why I told you.
- Mostly he was scared.
He has a costume party
and he's embarrassed to dress up,
to dance, to relax...
- My best friend has a costume house.
I swear.
- You're the perfect woman, Marcela.
- I don't know about that, but...
- I could teach him how to dance.
Now it's been a while since I've been there,
but there was a time in Pinar de Rocha
that people used to stand around me
to watch how I moved.
- I can imagine.
- You don't tell me I'm perfect?
- Shall we get together for lunch tomorrow?
Shall we meet for lunch
so we can help Lorenzo at home?
- At nine o'clock?
- Fine.
At nine, or else it'll rain.
Brothers and detectives
- The appetizer is delicious.
You put avocado in it?
- Yes, avocado. It's Lorenzo's favorite thing.
- I have a theory that explains
the distance of the shot.
Let's see what you think, Lorenzo.
After the killer takes him out of his house
he takes him to a desolate place
and makes Renzi believe that
he was going to free him.
He asks him to walk without looking back
15 or 20 steps,
then asks him to turn around,
and shoots him.
- What did he do that for?
- I don't know. For fun.
- That explains the distance of the shot
but not the murder weapon.
Why would the kidnapper
use a 1906 Mauser pistol?
- Maybe he was a gun collector
instead of a kidnapper.
- A bit convoluted, isn't it?
Well, this is ready.
Prince of Naples noodles for everyone.
Wait, I don't have the tongs.
- You turned out to be a cook!
- Did you see? Excuse me.
It's not that I'm a cook.
I don't have any of grandma's recipes.
We got this from the TV, with Lorenzo.
Utilísima satelital.
- How nice is Lorenzo's age!
- Yes.
- I remember the evening preteen dances.
Do you remember the slap kiss?
Spin the bottle...
And thuth or dare?
- The traffic light game...
- Do you remember the traffic light game?
- What a great age!
The nice thing about that is when you
grow up, to know that you enjoyed it.
- Especially that, that you enjoyed it.
I remember the slap kiss.
You like a girl, so you go,
you kiss her,
and if the girl thought of you
she reciprocates with another kiss
and if she doesn't, she slaps you.
How innocent and cute!
- You didn't organize this meal to convince
me to go to the masquerade ball, did you?
- Wait, Lorenzo.
Don't be like that, Lorenzo.
We were trying to help you.
- It's not that it was all so planned.
We talked a bit about what was
happening to you, it's true,
but we wanted to accompany you,
not to convince you of anything.
- Forgive me for butting in,
but maybe he's right.
Lorenzo, if you don't feel like going,
don't go.
I don't think you'll miss out on
something so important either.
- Yeah. Really, don't go. The slap kiss
was tremendous, terribly humiliating.
Never had a girl thought about me.
I always thought about the wrong girl.
I got every slap in the class.
Tremendous.
- They had me by the short and curlies.
Since I was shy with girls,
they called me Christmas tree.
- Why was that?
- I had the balls as ornaments.
They also called me mannequin bra.
- Mannequin bra?
- Never touched a boob.
- Fishing buoy: when fishes bite it hides.
First grandchild. All the time lifted up.
- I didn't have such a nice adolescence
either. Actually, it was horrible.
- What happened to you?
- Nothing.
- Lorenzo, it's a shitty age
you're living in.
But we all go through it.
You'll have to go through it too
and we are here to help you,
to accompany you.
- You say I must attend
the masquerade ball?
- Good old Lorenzo!
Of course you have to go.
There's a friend of Marcela's
who has a costume house
so don't worry about the costume.
Then, the dancing, we have here the crack,
the number one.
Mansilla can dance very well.
I can learn with you. I'm made of wood.
- I brought some records.
- It was all very well prepared.
- Well, he just brought some records.
- Help me set up the dance floor.
Move the couch, please.
Let's start with something simple.
You stand next to me and follow me.
- Are you going to be a judge?
- Yes, go ahead.
- No, there are no judges here.
Come with us, Marcela.
Everyone dances as they can.
Loosen up.
- Good, Lorenzo!
- Good, Lorenzo! Better than I thought.
Good command of the hips.
You, Franco, you're a little stiff.
Relax a little more.
- Weren't there no judges here?
I don't like dancing.
- That's true. At the police party
at the end of the year
he was alone all night sitting at a table.
He didn't want to move.
- But you don't dance badly.
He dances well.
I dance a little better, but now
with the boots I can't dance much.
- It's very good, yes.
Don't worry about it. You cook well.
- I don't cook. I serve.
- What about a duel?
That would explain the distance of the shot
and the murder weapon.
If he dueled with someone,
they turned their backs,
counted ten steps,
walked in opposite directions,
turned around, the other one
shot him first, and killed him.
If he knew he was going to a duel
he would have put on his shoes
before he left the house.
He would have left a letter,
a will, something.
- But maybe he didn't know.
Maybe he was forced.
- A bit intricate, it seems to me.
- Now we're going to complicate it
a little more.
Turn around.
Good! Do the cross!
That's it.
- Maybe they also brought him
in the very dump truck.
- It seems to me that setting your body
in motion has awakened your lucidity.
- Would you like some coffee?
- Well, a cortado for me.
- More milk than coffee, for me.
- I'll have black coffee. - Okay.
- How's it about the dump truck?
- Where's the file?
- It's there. Sit in your chair.
- Thank you.
- Here.
The foreman says he left after the game,
around eight o'clock at night,
and he says that up to that time
nothing unusual had happened
and that it's impossible
that an unauthorized truck
or someone carrying a body could have
passed without him seeing it.
Then you tell him
that someone passed by at night,
jumped the fence,
and put the body in a mound of sand.
- That's the hypotesis we're working on.
- The file says that at 6:00 p.m.
the workers left.
At 18:30 an architect came in,
at 7:30 p.m. a truck came in to
unload materials
and at 7:50 p.m. they removed
a dump truck with debris.
- The materials truck!
- That's right. That's where the body came in,
in front of the foreman,
while it was getting dark.
- We always work with the same company:
Transportes Pelusa,
and the unloading of materials is daily.
Just imagine, a construction of this size...
- What materials?
- Cement, sand, wood,
metal beams, faucets, everything.
- Do you remember what came in during that day?
The file says that only one truck
entered at 7:30 p.m.
- It must have been cement or sand.
If not, I specify.
Maybe that day, because of the match,
I didn't specify. Maybe.
- You didn't specify?
- Herrera!
Do you remember what you brought
the day of the Boca game?
- Sand.
- Where did you bring the sand from?
- From the warehouse in Villa Ballester.
- You tell me that on a normal day
you close and lock up around seven or 7:15,
but that day you were late
watching the game in the joint.
- Something doesn't add up:
why did you arrive at 7:30, then,
if obviously no one would be here?
- Everything was real mess, dear.
Friday afternoon, all the guys
honking their horns after the goal.
If I could, I'd fly away.
- Are you all right, Lorenzo?
- Yes.
There's no spider on this.
- This should have no spider on it.
- Of course it has a spider.
Marcela, you choose, because for me
this is very humiliating.
- I like that one.
- I'd rather go to jail than go to this dance.
- Warf warf.
This is just decadent.
- What about Tom?
- Let's say the guy's lying
and he brought the body in the sand truck.
What's the relationship
between the Transportes Pelusa driver
and the owner of the restaurant?
- It looks like a mafia crime:
the disappearance, the shot in the chest.
Maybe this Herrera was working
for some drug dealer
and this is a warning for someone.
Who knows?
- It seems to me that we're getting
further and further away.
- Want to see what Lorenzo's going to wear
to the party? Are you ready, Lorenzo?
- Yes.
- Well, come on out.
- It's bullshit, this.
- Topo Gigio.
- Isn't he gorgeous?
- He's okay.
If we're not convinced,
don't we have time to change it?
- But he's gorgeous like this!
You, because you're boys, maybe it
gives you... Because he's cute.
I'm telling you as a woman, I see a guy like
that walk in and I fall in love immediately.
- Isn't there a size for me, Marcela?
- I think Valentina fall for him.
- Marcela!
- Who's Valentina?
- Come on, Lorenzo! What's wrong with it?
She's a girl Lorenzo likes.
- I don't like her.
- He thinks she's pretty.
- Neither that. I told you I liked
her ways. I can't tell you anything.
- Sorry, Lorenzo.
- Lorenzo, take it easy.
Don't be like that.
Let's trust Marcela's intuition.
If she says you're fine, you're fine.
- It has to be this one.
- Call me, then,
so we can come and pick you up later.
Yes, I'll call you. Don't come before.
And don't go get me. I'll come here.
- Bye, Lorenzo! Have a good time.
- Bye, Topo!
- Is this a joke? Go away.
- Well, I'm leaving.
- My God, this is going to be hard.
What do we do now? Where are we going?
- Tonight's on me. You want to come home,
and we'll order something?
- Oh, great.
- Yes? - Hi, I'm Lorenzo.
I'm here for Valentina's birthday.
- Yes, come in, dear.
- Thank you.
- What a nice surprise for the birthday girl!
- If you say so...
- Yes, my love. Hurry up. They're all upstairs.
- He's here, Facha. Look.
- Boys, with you Gigio the fool.
- What a dupe!
- He's stupid.
- He's a jerk. How can you be such a dupe?
Brothers and detectives
- Well, it's a bit messy. Come on in.
I'll tidy up in a minute.
- It's all right. No, leave it.
- No, come in.
- Anyway, this, compared to my house,
is a palace.
- I don't think so.
The truth is that it's quite small,
but I have this garden.
- Excuse me.
It's beautiful.
- Do you like it?
- Yes.
- Jasmines. They're not in bloom yet,
but they will be soon.
Daisies, which I love.
I brought this ficus from Santa Fe, from
my grandparents' house. Look how it is.
- Are you from Santa Fe?
- Yes.
- The palm tree, poor thing, was inside, dead.
I watered it, and with patience,
one day it came back to life.
Yes, this was a sign that
I had to stay in Buenos Aires,
because I was coming back from depression.
- Why did you come here?
- Out of depression, too.
Would you like to have a drink?
- Yes. Okay.
- I'll go see what I have.
- How cool Marcela, with us!
- Yes, she's great, Mansilla.
- What's wrong? Isn't she cool for you?
- You're a nuisance, buddy.
Can't you take a hint?
I've been signaling you for three hours.
Can't you see?
- Sorry. You wanted to stay alone with her?
I'm sorry. I always do the same thing.
- There's nothing, really.
This beer, but I have no idea
when it will expire, and a Diet Coke.
Should we go shopping,
or would you rather I order?
- I remembered I have to run an errand.
So I'm leaving.
- But it's 10 o'clock at night!
- I have to make a phone call to Japan,
because I ordered a refrigerator
on the Internet and it's daytime there.
- Well, don't worry.
- Oh, please, what a mess!
I'm sorry. I'll wash it for you.
- No, I'm leaving. I'll wash it later.
- But I'll wash it in a minute in
the bathtub, I'll dry it with the dryer.
One minute. You're not going to walk down
the street like that. Come here. Come on.
In two minutes.
- Come on, it's me, Valentina.
I didn't want to harass you.
- Come on, Topo, don't get mad,
it was a joke. Don't be a fag.
- It was just a joke, Lorenzo.
Come on, open up.
- Come on, come out, Zidane,
else you'll get it up the ass.
- Can't you see he's not well?
Lorenzo, else I'll call the owner of the salon.
You're worrying me.
- I hope Lorenzo is having a good time.
- I'm sure he is, he's fine.
- The disguise was risky.
I confess that when I saw it I was scared.
- He was gorgeous, please!
It must be the delivery, Franco. Open up?
I have money there on the table.
Take it from the wallet.
- Don't worry. I'll pay. If I can afford it.
- Did you find it?
- I'm hungry!
It's not what it looks like.
Nothing of the sort.
- Excuse me, Marcela.
I wanted to talk to you, but
I see you're not the person I thought you were.
- I'm the same person I've always been.
I'd explain you this situation
you're probably misunderstanding
but not because I have nothing to explain,
because...
- Of course, you have nothing to explain.
Sorry for ruining your evening.
Good luck.
- Marcela, forgive us. We brought you
a problem. We didn't mean to.
- No, please don't.
I'll fix it.
Thank you for bringing me.
I'm going to sleep now, if you don't mind.
- Sure.
Whatever you need.
- Well, I'll make that call to Japan.
I'll get dressed.
- You're okay, huh?
- Yes.
- You sure?
- Really, yeah.
- Stay calm.
- Go on. I'll be fine.
I'll be fine. Really.
- Come on. - You will?
- Of course.
- Okay.
- Come on, buddy, come out.
We won't bully you anymore.
- Lorenzo, open up.
- Come on, it's all right.
- Come on, Lorenzo.
Open up, come on.
- Are you OK?
- Yes. Happy birthday.
I owe you the present.
- Did he jerk off in here?
- I'm not in shape yet, but give me
a few more months, I'll start.
- Grab a beer.
- No, thank you.
You know, nature is wise.
Alcoholic beverages still
don't taste good for me.
It must be because my taste buds
haven't reached the maturity stage.
Neither have yours. That's why you have
to make a lot of effort to swallow.
But who's to say, in the not-too-distant future
I don't rule out experimenting
with recreational drugs.
Maybe by that time they will be legalized.
Doesn't anyone have a cell phone I can
borrow? I need to make a call.
- There it is.
- Good evening, people.
- How did your disguise work, doctor?
- Best ever.
The only thing, I had no competition.
I was the only one in costume.
They pulled a joke on me.
- What?
- Yes, but it's all right now.
They said sorry.
The party goes on.
I don't know whether to leave now.
- Why did you have us come get you, then?
- Because I think I solved the case.
Yes. The key is Guilchón glass shop.
- Guilchón glass shop?
- How are you, Mr. Nigro.
We're from Guilchón Glassworks.
Remember we put the window in the other day?
These two guys are from the police.
- How are you, sir? Franco Montero.
- What's the subject?
- The guys at the glass shop tell me
you're a gun collector.
- That's right.
- Do you happen to have a 1906 Mauser?
- Sir, would you be so kind as to explain to us
how that window you asked
to have replaced got broken?
- You won't believe it.
I was cleaning the Mauser and a shot was fired.
It looks like there was a bullet in it
since at least 70 years ago.
A real danger.
- How come you didn't tell the police
you had such an accident?
- It was a lucky misfortune. I was looking
all over the place for about half an hour
to see if I had caused any catastrophe,
but since nothing happened...
- Would you let us in a second, please?
- Certainly.
- Hello, Lorenzo.
- Hi, Valentina. How are you?
Did everything end well the other day?
- Yes, don't worry. Can I ask you a question?
- Yes, go ahead.
- What happened in the bathroom?
You came out completely transformed.
A total change of attitude.
- Yes, it was a bit disconcerting, wasn't it?
- Yes, quite.
- It's long to explain.
I'll be as concise as possible.
My brother is a police detective
and I sometimes help him.
At the time we were working on a case
of a man who disappeared from his apartment
just the day of the Boca game
and turned up dead at a construction site
the next day with a bullet in his chest.
We knew up to that moment
that the gun was from 1906
and up to that point everything seemed a murder.
But when I saw the broken glass
in the bathroom on your party
I remembered two employees of a glass shop
were unloading a window right
across the street from the building
of the missing guy.
That's when I realized
it had all been an accident.
- And then?
- A gun collector had a shot escaped at
the same moment that Boca scored the goal
so that the noise of the celebrations
covered the sound of the gunshot
and the man who was calmly talking on
the phone on the balcony of his apartment
was shot in the chest and
he fell from the third floor
into a truckload of sand
that was stuck in traffic.
Finally the truck unloads the sand
and the next day the police found the body
at the construction site.
- Unbelievable, Lorenzo. But what does this
have to do with your change of attitude?
- When I realized what happened
I said to myself:
"Lorenzo, fate is unpredictable.
Some idiot comes along, misses a shot,
and screws up your life.
And should you mind a couple of assholes
who laugh at you?
Enjoy it as much as you can, and that's it".
And that's when I left the bathroom.
- Montero.
- Yes.
- Your brother called in the intercom.
He says for you to come upstairs,
he's got something prepared for you.
And for you to go upstairs
with whoever you want.
- Will you come with me? Thanks!
- Yes, come on, let's go.
- Hey, Zidane, come and shoot a few shots later.
- Beware, I'll shoot like Zidane for real.
- You got scared, huh?
- Lorenzo, truly, if you want, come down
later and we'll play soccer for a while.
- Well, okay. I'll see about it.
- Fine.
- Assholes.
- What did you prepare?
- Surprise!
- No way we were gonna let you miss
your costume party.
- Hi. You are?
- Valentina.
- Stop it. And as always, I'm the only dummy
who's dressed different from everyone else.
- No, my love, you're wrong,
because here I've brought you costumes
of all kinds for you to choose
the one you like the most.
- Look how nice. There's also a Snow White
costume for those who want to choose.
- Well, okay. What a cool family!
- Thank you.
- And what a cool neighbor girl.
- That too.
- Thank you.
- Well, give me the parrot one,
after I used the Topo Gigio one...
- It looks nice on you, this one.
- If you want to use the bathroom,
I'll change here.
- OK. Thank you.
- Cut it out. Don't make a fool of me.
- He's right.
Here, I'll help you. The foot here.
There it is. Let's see.
- Biscuit for the parrot.
- Mansilla, don't bust my balls.
- He inherited his brother's nature.
- Spectacular.
- How beautiful!
- Everyone, please stand for the
photo, guys,
it's been two years since I've had
so much wardrobe in circulation.
I'd like a photo for the shop.
Just a moment. Hold it.
- You go there.
- Come next to me, princess.
- Weren't you a little shy with girls, you?
- It's over. I went to the psychologist.
- Wait. What if the partner had him killed?
- Brothers be united.
- OK, but that's an easy position.
You come once or twice a month and you get
paid. I'm the one who's on a day-to-day basis.
- But I do other things
that you didn't know how to do.
Who managed to get us on
Vidal Buzzi's list of restaurants
or to be given the highest category?
Was it you?
- Stop it. You can't compare.
I manage the waiters, the suppliers,
I have to put up with the asshole cook,
the customers' complaints.
And you throw in my face something
that cost you a simple phone call?
- Let's do one thing: buy the part from me.
Are you so pissed off to be my partner?
Well, get the money together, buy me out,
we'll do the liquidation,
and the restaurant is yours.
- You know that I don't have that money.
- Suggest another solution then.
Today we present Difficult Times
- Hello, Don Carlos.
How's it going?
- Here we are, supporting
Boca (Juniors Football Club).
- What's the score?
- 0-0. But we've got them in a goal.
- That's better.
- Mr. Renzi.
About the neighbor in 3A.
He complained again to the administrator.
He says he'll call the police,
he'll get a lawyer.
- There are people who have nothing to do
and can waste their time. Thank you.
- You're welcome, Mr. Renzi.
- Hello.
Are you doing well, Pinki?
What a pretty dog you are!
- You mean me?
- How are you, my love?
- I'm fine. I just got back from my run.
I was just about to take a shower.
- With your personal trainer?
- No, I'll shower alone.
- You're so funny!
- Don't be jealous at all.
He's not my type.
- That's the last thing I need.
Today I had a sinister day.
- I'll take a bath and you can
tell me about it.
I booked the cabins in
San Martin de los Andes.
We still need to confirm the tickets.
I was told that there is
already a lot of snow.
Silvana called today at noon.
She invited us for lunch tomorrow.
- Did she make up with Ricardo?
- I can't hear you.
- I said, did she make up with Ricardo?
- It seems so.
- Hello.
Yes, tell me.
What's up?
- Okay.
You can tell me now.
My love.
Hey!
Are you still talking?
Sweetheart?
Pinki? Didn't you see daddy?
Jorge.
Jorge.
Don Carlos, didn't you see my husband?
- Yes. He went upstairs five minutes ago.
- Look what I'll do to him.
Sorry, buddy. Sorry.
- It's okay.
- You're a cool player! Zidane's way?
- Up your ass.
Sorry. This time it was me, buddy.
- Give it back with your hand this time.
- Do you reach? If not, Willy, I'll get it.
- Maybe you'd reach with
a ton to the balls power.
- Why don't you stop harassing?
- He already got a hard on!
- They wouldn't make an ugly couple.
The law of the funnel:
the prettiest with the dumbest.
- We fucked up, man.
Here comes the sidekick.
- How are you doing, champ? Well?
- Hi, Franco. Yes.
I'm a bit tired.
I'm going upstairs to sleep for a while.
- Are you sure everything's fine?
- Yes, everything's fine. Are you all right?
- Facha, what's that phrase?
"He who chickens up, God helps"?
- Don't pay attention to them.
They're assholes.
- Because I'm going upstairs? No problem.
Any new cases?
- Nothing.
It's all quiet. No homicide.
- Montero, do you copy? Mansilla here.
- So far. Yeah, I copy you, Mansilla.
- He disappeared from home suddenly.
He left everything behind: the key, the wallet.
The wife is convinced that he was killed.
She says she has a hunch.
- Without the body, Mansilla,
we can't do anything.
The guy might have run off
with his mistress
or maybe he lost his memory and
he's wandering around the city
or he's been kidnapped. Why doesn't
the anti-kidnapping squad intervene?
- Serrano said he didn't want to see me
sitting on my ass in the office
and that's when he put us on this case.
Do come in.
- Yeah, it's my office, Mansilla.
- Excuse me, guys.
Can you give us a minute?
- How are you, guys, doing fine?
- Fine.
- Victor, from systems.
- What's up, Victor?
- As I was saying,
he left everything but the cell phone.
We called him 100 times and he
didn't answer, but the phone is on.
Every state-of-the-art device has
two electronic identification numbers:
one for the device and one for the chip.
When it's on, it identifies itself
to the nearest radio base.
- So you can track it and tell us which
radio base the cell phone is located at?
- And a little bit more.
- Okay.
- According to the intensity of the
emission we can narrow down the area
down to 10,000 square meters.
- A city block.
- Yes. You think I don't know
how many square meters a city block is?
You're right, I don't. Thank you.
- Look here.
- Good evening, girls. How are you doing?
- Samorini, come on.
We could run into a gang of kidnappers.
Please concentrate.
- Here's the number. Call from your
cell phone, mine has no credit.
- I got a 130 pesos bill.
Bianchini, pass me your cell phone.
- I have no battery.
- Fortunato.
- Me neither.
- Don't be stingy, nobody believes you.
- Fortunato, throw us the rope.
- Don't shout.
- Fuck.
- Throw us the wire. He's falling.
- Watch the alarm.
- Fortunato!
- Now I'm coming.
- They're calling you.
- Come on, Fortunato.
- Be careful.
- Come on, I'm coming, Bianchini.
- Easy does it.
- Come on, boss.
- Come on, Franco.
- Watch it.
- Come on.
Dial again.
- If you don't get through,
they don't charge you, right?
- Yes, they always charge you.
They're a bunch of crooks.
- It comes from the mound.
- Let's dig.
- Let's dig?
- Come on.
- They use my phone, I have to dig...
Am I a slave?
- Come on, you have long arms.
- Why don't you lick my balls?
- Here he is!
- He's been shot in the chest.
- Take him to the morgue right away.
- I must have left at 8:15, 8:30.
With the Boca game, everything got delayed.
Otherwise, 7:00, 7:30,
I'll put the lock on and leave.
- It says here that at 6:00 p.m.
the workers leave,
18:30 the architect came in,
19:30 the truck unloaded,
19:50 he removes the dump truck of
the debris. Is that so, sir?
- If it says so there...
There was no possibility that someone could
have entered without you seeing him?
- While I was here, no one came in or out
who had nothing to do with the construction.
- Did you know Renzi? - Who?
- The dead man.
- No. I never saw him in my life. Well,
maybe I met him and I don't realize it.
- I don't understand what you're saying.
- I don't know, maybe I met him on a bus,
in a restaurant...
I don't know, sometime.
- Fine.
- Later you find out something like that and
you'll say that I hid information from you.
I don't want any problem, no problem at all.
So just in case.
- Stay calm, sir. Kamijo!
Show the photo to the workers, see
if they recognize Renzi's face. Please.
Thank you. Guys,
they'll bother you for a second.
Okay, Salinas. Thank you for your time.
Excuse me. If anything comes up...
- Yeah, you'll call me.
But when will you clear up the place?
I'm losing a day's work.
You know what that means, don't you?
- We're working.
We'll do everything as quickly as possible.
- Thank you.
- I spoke to the experts.
- What do they say?
- They think he died
from the gunshot wound to the chest.
They estimate he's been dead
over eight hours.
- Any witnesses?
- No witnesses.
He disappeared with no witnesses
and turned up with no witnesses.
The guys who did the job are professionals.
- The guy disappears from his apartment
at 18 hours, more or less,
turns up dead here with
a shot in the chest,
he leaves his wallet, he leaves his keys.
- The wife was taking a bath
and says she didn't hear anything.
Maybe he went downstairs for a moment
and thought he was coming back right away.
- The woman says that Renzi received a call
just before he disappeared.
Do we know who made that call?
- I have a complete list of calls
from the last 48 hours.
The last call was received
at approximately 17:52.
The owner of the line is...
- Ricardo Silva, a manufacturer
of work clothes and uniforms.
He provided clothing
for the restaurant employees.
One maître, three waiters, cooks, cleaners.
Renzi terminated the contract
with the factory two weeks ago.
There is the wife, too, who says
the husband disappeared out of nowhere.
We don't know if she had anything to do
with it or not, yet.
A certain Andrade, Renzi's partner, they were
arguing. They were about to split up.
And finally the neighbor,
who two days ago threatened
to call the police
if they didn't remove
the dog from the apartment.
It seems that on stormy days
she barks and the guy can't sleep.
What's wrong, Lorenzo? Is something wrong?
- No, nothing.
- Did you have problems with the kids
in the building again?
- No, not at all.
- I'm coming.
- How are you? Is your brother here?
- Lorenzo.
- Yes, Lorenzo.
- Yes. They're looking for you.
- I'm an idiot. I forgot the name.
I almost said: "Is the stupid one home?".
- Stop. Do you want him to be
our friend or not?
- How are you?
- Go away.
- Yes, of course.
- What's up?
- First we wanted to apologize
for the other day.
We got out of hand with the ball thing.
- It's all right.
- It was tano's idea, he's a bit of a jerk
but he's a good kid.
- Stop, tano, calm down, everything's fine.
- The other thing is that
it's Valentina's birthday on Saturday
and we wanted to come and invite you.
She's having a party in a hall.
- It's a costume party.
We'll drink beer, dance a little,
have a good laugh.
Here's the address, if you want to go.
- She told us to come and let you know
because she's embarrassed.
- What are you calling me, you sick asshole?
- Well, since you're ashamed.
- Shut up.
- That's all. And sorry again.
- Lorenzo, take a look. If you don't
feel like it, there's no problem.
- Let him attend.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Bye, Lorenzo.
- How are you?
- I'm fine.
- Everything all right? - Yes.
- What did they want?
- Nothing, to invite me to a
birthday party.
A costume ball.
- Cool!
- Yeah, but I'm still not going.
- Why not?
- Because I don't enjoy dressing up
and I can't dance. I'd rather stay here.
- Lorenzo, I think it's cool for
you to attend.
I don't want to interfere,
but I think it's cool.
They invited you to a birthday party,
they're your neighbors.
If I were you I'd go, I think.
- Well, then you go. Here's the invitation.
Brothers and detectives
- Full coroner's report.
The shot went straight through the heart.
Bullet pierced his aorta
and killed him instantly.
He assumes that he was shot
from some distance,
20 to 25 meters, at least.
There are no blows or cuts or traces
of drugs, sleeping pills or painkillers.
- Ballistics analyzed the bullet.
The gun factories make a rifling
on the interior of the barrel
which gives the projectile its trajectory.
This leaves marks
that are specific to each weapon.
We take the projectile to the comparative
microscope, measure the diameter,
and we compared it with
all the drawings in the file. Nothing.
Then I went on the Internet.
I accessed the Interpol database.
I compared the striae with
more than 1,200 photographs.
Four and a half hours, it took.
- So?
- Nothing.
The 7.63 caliber is
almost obsolete in modern guns.
I looked in a catalog of collector's guns.
It's a 1906 Mauser MC98 pistol,
the only one with this caliber
in the entire catalog.
- Why did it take you so
long to tell me this?
- I wanted to share with you my odyssey.
- Congratulations, Mansilla.
Does all this mean anything
to you, Lorenzo?
- No, nothing so far.
- Nothing at all? It's very strange.
A guy disappears from his apartment
without a trace,
turns up far away, at a construction site
with a shot in the heart,
we discover that the gun is a
1906 Mauser...
There are many elements to
start working on.
- I see you're working hard, Mansilla.
Don't tear yourself apart.
- I wake up at six o'clock in the morning,
I didn't stop doing things until just now.
- Yes, yes, Mansilla, I guess so.
How's life, little Montero?
- Going on.
- We'll have to give this kid his debut.
Let's go wet your pecker, kid Montero?
- Deputy, he's a child.
- He's a child but soon he'll grow pubes.
His face will change.
And what's going to happen?
Uncle Serrano will take him
to meet the best whores in the capital.
And we'll take my son too,
maybe so he'll smart up a bit.
- With all the diseases out there,
I think that's outrageous.
Besides, I'll take care
of my son's sex education.
When I have a son.
Now I take care of my brother's.
- Relax, Montero.
- Excuse me.
Do you have a minute for us to talk?
- How's Marcela, the pretty girl, doing?
Is she still angry?
- Lorenzo, don't listen to him.
He's a beast, the guy.
- Yes, he's a beast.
- We must track down gun collectors,
museums,
check auction houses.
A 1906 Mauser pistol can't be that common.
- It's not mandatory
to have a record of such old guns.
- I made my debut last year.
I'm just saying that so
Lorenzo knows it's not urgent.
- Okay.
- Me, one or two more years I can hold on.
- Silva stated that
he spoke with Renzi at about 6 PM
and the communication was abruptly cut off.
- Watch the glass, Lorenzo.
Did he tell you what they talked about?
- Business.
- Who was Silva?
- Clothing manufacturer.
What's wrong, Lorenzo? You're out of focus.
- I got the names mixed up, that's all.
- Lorenzo is going through a difficult time.
He's upset because he has
a costume ball on Saturday night.
- Okay.
- I don't have a masquerade ball.
There's a masquerade ball.
I told you I'm not going.
- Why, Lorenzo?
A masquerade ball is funny.
- Yes, I imagine, amazingly funny.
- Mrs. Renzi?
- Yes.
- We're very sorry about what happened.
- Who are you?
- Brothers.
- Detectives.
Brothers and detectives.
I'm a detective. He's my brother.
He sometimes works with us as a detective.
He's a gifted boy.
Don't go by appearances.
- I'm Mansilla. I assist them.
- Can we get started?
- Yes, it happened exactly
as I already stated.
I left him at the door of the building
and I left.
- I saw him go in, but I never saw
him come out.
- Sir, you're absolutely certain that you
didn't move from the hall? Not for a second?
- No, sir, not for a moment. Boca was playing.
If he had gone out the door,
I should have seen him.
- Isn't there another exit?
- Yes, there's the one in the garage, too.
- Yes, in the first basement.
- So someone could have taken Renzi
down to the garage,
put him in a car, and taken him out of
the building without you seeing him?
- Maybe, but he would have to have a key.
- My husband's were left here,
so those weren't used.
- The ones for the garage?
- Everyone with a car has them.
- And the porter's assistants.
And the administrator,
and the night watchmen too, and
the former owners. What do I know!
- Don't worry, we'll talk to all of them.
- The reasons,
what are the reasons why someone
would want to kill Mr. Renzi?
- I really don't know.
He was a completely peaceful person.
- The same goes for me.
All in all, we got along quite well.
- Forgive me for disagreeing.
Lately he didn't speak well of you.
I'm not saying you had him killed, but...
- He spoke highly of you.
- What are you saying?
- Let's calm down, people, please.
- Have you talked to guy from 3rd A yet?
- Not yet.
The guy from 3A had trouble
with the dog, right?
- Yes, sir. That's him.
- We haven't talked yet.
The guy from 3A has a name:
- Eduardo Scarfia.
- Montero.
- You, Don Carlos, don't bring up any more
gossip if you don't want to be fired.
Don't you know that
I am president of the consortium?
- Mr. Scarfia, I got it that
you called the police several times
and even threatened to prosecute him.
- Yes. So what?
- It's a bit suspicious. He's dead now.
- If I wanted to solve the problem
I would have killed the dog, not the owner.
- One second, please.
What's wrong, Lorenzo?
- It's nothing.
- What do you mean "nothing"?
There are a lot of clues.
The apartment’s full of suspects.
It's the most intricate case we've ever had
and you're standing here staring
at the horizon with him, a dog, down there.
- It's a female.
- Well, a she dog. It's the same thing.
What's up?
- Maybe she knows something,
she saw something.
- You say there's a way
to get information out of the dog?
I'm asking you seriously.
You surprised me so many times
that I don't know anymore, maybe we
must do something. You tell me.
- Maybe we can take her to the
police station and interrogate her.
- Don't act smart.
Come on, let's solve this case together.
On Saturday you go to the birthday party,
have fun, put on a good costume...
- Franco, I already told you
I'm not attending the birthday party.
- What's wrong with it? Have a good time
with the boys. Talk to some lady.
- I don't like to dress up,
Franco. Stop it.
- Well, go without a costume but have fun.
At least dance. Anything.
- I can't dance, Franco.
How do you want me to tell you?
Don't you understand that I'm wooden?
Everybody laughs at me.
- As much as I don't want to admit it,
this whole situation,
this whole group of kids,
is affecting him more than you can imagine
and me too.
I would beat the shit out of them.
- It'd be worse, because you'd disown him.
Lorenzo is smart.
He'll solve it by himself.
- The thing is, Mansilla,
that the kid has no friends.
He's worried about not being accepted,
right now.
Do you realize how absent he is
in the last murder?
- Sorry, but I was listening
to what you were saying.
Don't you want me to talk to Lorenzo?
Maybe, since I'm a woman...
- All right, Marcela. Leave it.
Don't worry. Thank you.
- But you could tell your boyfriend
to be more careful with the child.
Today he said some outrageous things
that could traumatize him.
- He's not my boyfriend.
- Your lover, whatever you want to call him.
- He's nothing. We split up.
- Call her.
- Waitress!
You split up?
- Yes.
- Was it a fight or a breakup?
- I broke up.
- You did?
It was a decision... yours?
- Yes.
How difficult!
A difficult relationship, too. Right?
- Besides that it wasn't good for me.
I wasn't happy.
- It's not unreasonable for Marcela
to talk to Lorenzo.
- It would be good, if you want to.
- That's why I told you.
- Mostly he was scared.
He has a costume party
and he's embarrassed to dress up,
to dance, to relax...
- My best friend has a costume house.
I swear.
- You're the perfect woman, Marcela.
- I don't know about that, but...
- I could teach him how to dance.
Now it's been a while since I've been there,
but there was a time in Pinar de Rocha
that people used to stand around me
to watch how I moved.
- I can imagine.
- You don't tell me I'm perfect?
- Shall we get together for lunch tomorrow?
Shall we meet for lunch
so we can help Lorenzo at home?
- At nine o'clock?
- Fine.
At nine, or else it'll rain.
Brothers and detectives
- The appetizer is delicious.
You put avocado in it?
- Yes, avocado. It's Lorenzo's favorite thing.
- I have a theory that explains
the distance of the shot.
Let's see what you think, Lorenzo.
After the killer takes him out of his house
he takes him to a desolate place
and makes Renzi believe that
he was going to free him.
He asks him to walk without looking back
15 or 20 steps,
then asks him to turn around,
and shoots him.
- What did he do that for?
- I don't know. For fun.
- That explains the distance of the shot
but not the murder weapon.
Why would the kidnapper
use a 1906 Mauser pistol?
- Maybe he was a gun collector
instead of a kidnapper.
- A bit convoluted, isn't it?
Well, this is ready.
Prince of Naples noodles for everyone.
Wait, I don't have the tongs.
- You turned out to be a cook!
- Did you see? Excuse me.
It's not that I'm a cook.
I don't have any of grandma's recipes.
We got this from the TV, with Lorenzo.
Utilísima satelital.
- How nice is Lorenzo's age!
- Yes.
- I remember the evening preteen dances.
Do you remember the slap kiss?
Spin the bottle...
And thuth or dare?
- The traffic light game...
- Do you remember the traffic light game?
- What a great age!
The nice thing about that is when you
grow up, to know that you enjoyed it.
- Especially that, that you enjoyed it.
I remember the slap kiss.
You like a girl, so you go,
you kiss her,
and if the girl thought of you
she reciprocates with another kiss
and if she doesn't, she slaps you.
How innocent and cute!
- You didn't organize this meal to convince
me to go to the masquerade ball, did you?
- Wait, Lorenzo.
Don't be like that, Lorenzo.
We were trying to help you.
- It's not that it was all so planned.
We talked a bit about what was
happening to you, it's true,
but we wanted to accompany you,
not to convince you of anything.
- Forgive me for butting in,
but maybe he's right.
Lorenzo, if you don't feel like going,
don't go.
I don't think you'll miss out on
something so important either.
- Yeah. Really, don't go. The slap kiss
was tremendous, terribly humiliating.
Never had a girl thought about me.
I always thought about the wrong girl.
I got every slap in the class.
Tremendous.
- They had me by the short and curlies.
Since I was shy with girls,
they called me Christmas tree.
- Why was that?
- I had the balls as ornaments.
They also called me mannequin bra.
- Mannequin bra?
- Never touched a boob.
- Fishing buoy: when fishes bite it hides.
First grandchild. All the time lifted up.
- I didn't have such a nice adolescence
either. Actually, it was horrible.
- What happened to you?
- Nothing.
- Lorenzo, it's a shitty age
you're living in.
But we all go through it.
You'll have to go through it too
and we are here to help you,
to accompany you.
- You say I must attend
the masquerade ball?
- Good old Lorenzo!
Of course you have to go.
There's a friend of Marcela's
who has a costume house
so don't worry about the costume.
Then, the dancing, we have here the crack,
the number one.
Mansilla can dance very well.
I can learn with you. I'm made of wood.
- I brought some records.
- It was all very well prepared.
- Well, he just brought some records.
- Help me set up the dance floor.
Move the couch, please.
Let's start with something simple.
You stand next to me and follow me.
- Are you going to be a judge?
- Yes, go ahead.
- No, there are no judges here.
Come with us, Marcela.
Everyone dances as they can.
Loosen up.
- Good, Lorenzo!
- Good, Lorenzo! Better than I thought.
Good command of the hips.
You, Franco, you're a little stiff.
Relax a little more.
- Weren't there no judges here?
I don't like dancing.
- That's true. At the police party
at the end of the year
he was alone all night sitting at a table.
He didn't want to move.
- But you don't dance badly.
He dances well.
I dance a little better, but now
with the boots I can't dance much.
- It's very good, yes.
Don't worry about it. You cook well.
- I don't cook. I serve.
- What about a duel?
That would explain the distance of the shot
and the murder weapon.
If he dueled with someone,
they turned their backs,
counted ten steps,
walked in opposite directions,
turned around, the other one
shot him first, and killed him.
If he knew he was going to a duel
he would have put on his shoes
before he left the house.
He would have left a letter,
a will, something.
- But maybe he didn't know.
Maybe he was forced.
- A bit intricate, it seems to me.
- Now we're going to complicate it
a little more.
Turn around.
Good! Do the cross!
That's it.
- Maybe they also brought him
in the very dump truck.
- It seems to me that setting your body
in motion has awakened your lucidity.
- Would you like some coffee?
- Well, a cortado for me.
- More milk than coffee, for me.
- I'll have black coffee. - Okay.
- How's it about the dump truck?
- Where's the file?
- It's there. Sit in your chair.
- Thank you.
- Here.
The foreman says he left after the game,
around eight o'clock at night,
and he says that up to that time
nothing unusual had happened
and that it's impossible
that an unauthorized truck
or someone carrying a body could have
passed without him seeing it.
Then you tell him
that someone passed by at night,
jumped the fence,
and put the body in a mound of sand.
- That's the hypotesis we're working on.
- The file says that at 6:00 p.m.
the workers left.
At 18:30 an architect came in,
at 7:30 p.m. a truck came in to
unload materials
and at 7:50 p.m. they removed
a dump truck with debris.
- The materials truck!
- That's right. That's where the body came in,
in front of the foreman,
while it was getting dark.
- We always work with the same company:
Transportes Pelusa,
and the unloading of materials is daily.
Just imagine, a construction of this size...
- What materials?
- Cement, sand, wood,
metal beams, faucets, everything.
- Do you remember what came in during that day?
The file says that only one truck
entered at 7:30 p.m.
- It must have been cement or sand.
If not, I specify.
Maybe that day, because of the match,
I didn't specify. Maybe.
- You didn't specify?
- Herrera!
Do you remember what you brought
the day of the Boca game?
- Sand.
- Where did you bring the sand from?
- From the warehouse in Villa Ballester.
- You tell me that on a normal day
you close and lock up around seven or 7:15,
but that day you were late
watching the game in the joint.
- Something doesn't add up:
why did you arrive at 7:30, then,
if obviously no one would be here?
- Everything was real mess, dear.
Friday afternoon, all the guys
honking their horns after the goal.
If I could, I'd fly away.
- Are you all right, Lorenzo?
- Yes.
There's no spider on this.
- This should have no spider on it.
- Of course it has a spider.
Marcela, you choose, because for me
this is very humiliating.
- I like that one.
- I'd rather go to jail than go to this dance.
- Warf warf.
This is just decadent.
- What about Tom?
- Let's say the guy's lying
and he brought the body in the sand truck.
What's the relationship
between the Transportes Pelusa driver
and the owner of the restaurant?
- It looks like a mafia crime:
the disappearance, the shot in the chest.
Maybe this Herrera was working
for some drug dealer
and this is a warning for someone.
Who knows?
- It seems to me that we're getting
further and further away.
- Want to see what Lorenzo's going to wear
to the party? Are you ready, Lorenzo?
- Yes.
- Well, come on out.
- It's bullshit, this.
- Topo Gigio.
- Isn't he gorgeous?
- He's okay.
If we're not convinced,
don't we have time to change it?
- But he's gorgeous like this!
You, because you're boys, maybe it
gives you... Because he's cute.
I'm telling you as a woman, I see a guy like
that walk in and I fall in love immediately.
- Isn't there a size for me, Marcela?
- I think Valentina fall for him.
- Marcela!
- Who's Valentina?
- Come on, Lorenzo! What's wrong with it?
She's a girl Lorenzo likes.
- I don't like her.
- He thinks she's pretty.
- Neither that. I told you I liked
her ways. I can't tell you anything.
- Sorry, Lorenzo.
- Lorenzo, take it easy.
Don't be like that.
Let's trust Marcela's intuition.
If she says you're fine, you're fine.
- It has to be this one.
- Call me, then,
so we can come and pick you up later.
Yes, I'll call you. Don't come before.
And don't go get me. I'll come here.
- Bye, Lorenzo! Have a good time.
- Bye, Topo!
- Is this a joke? Go away.
- Well, I'm leaving.
- My God, this is going to be hard.
What do we do now? Where are we going?
- Tonight's on me. You want to come home,
and we'll order something?
- Oh, great.
- Yes? - Hi, I'm Lorenzo.
I'm here for Valentina's birthday.
- Yes, come in, dear.
- Thank you.
- What a nice surprise for the birthday girl!
- If you say so...
- Yes, my love. Hurry up. They're all upstairs.
- He's here, Facha. Look.
- Boys, with you Gigio the fool.
- What a dupe!
- He's stupid.
- He's a jerk. How can you be such a dupe?
Brothers and detectives
- Well, it's a bit messy. Come on in.
I'll tidy up in a minute.
- It's all right. No, leave it.
- No, come in.
- Anyway, this, compared to my house,
is a palace.
- I don't think so.
The truth is that it's quite small,
but I have this garden.
- Excuse me.
It's beautiful.
- Do you like it?
- Yes.
- Jasmines. They're not in bloom yet,
but they will be soon.
Daisies, which I love.
I brought this ficus from Santa Fe, from
my grandparents' house. Look how it is.
- Are you from Santa Fe?
- Yes.
- The palm tree, poor thing, was inside, dead.
I watered it, and with patience,
one day it came back to life.
Yes, this was a sign that
I had to stay in Buenos Aires,
because I was coming back from depression.
- Why did you come here?
- Out of depression, too.
Would you like to have a drink?
- Yes. Okay.
- I'll go see what I have.
- How cool Marcela, with us!
- Yes, she's great, Mansilla.
- What's wrong? Isn't she cool for you?
- You're a nuisance, buddy.
Can't you take a hint?
I've been signaling you for three hours.
Can't you see?
- Sorry. You wanted to stay alone with her?
I'm sorry. I always do the same thing.
- There's nothing, really.
This beer, but I have no idea
when it will expire, and a Diet Coke.
Should we go shopping,
or would you rather I order?
- I remembered I have to run an errand.
So I'm leaving.
- But it's 10 o'clock at night!
- I have to make a phone call to Japan,
because I ordered a refrigerator
on the Internet and it's daytime there.
- Well, don't worry.
- Oh, please, what a mess!
I'm sorry. I'll wash it for you.
- No, I'm leaving. I'll wash it later.
- But I'll wash it in a minute in
the bathtub, I'll dry it with the dryer.
One minute. You're not going to walk down
the street like that. Come here. Come on.
In two minutes.
- Come on, it's me, Valentina.
I didn't want to harass you.
- Come on, Topo, don't get mad,
it was a joke. Don't be a fag.
- It was just a joke, Lorenzo.
Come on, open up.
- Come on, come out, Zidane,
else you'll get it up the ass.
- Can't you see he's not well?
Lorenzo, else I'll call the owner of the salon.
You're worrying me.
- I hope Lorenzo is having a good time.
- I'm sure he is, he's fine.
- The disguise was risky.
I confess that when I saw it I was scared.
- He was gorgeous, please!
It must be the delivery, Franco. Open up?
I have money there on the table.
Take it from the wallet.
- Don't worry. I'll pay. If I can afford it.
- Did you find it?
- I'm hungry!
It's not what it looks like.
Nothing of the sort.
- Excuse me, Marcela.
I wanted to talk to you, but
I see you're not the person I thought you were.
- I'm the same person I've always been.
I'd explain you this situation
you're probably misunderstanding
but not because I have nothing to explain,
because...
- Of course, you have nothing to explain.
Sorry for ruining your evening.
Good luck.
- Marcela, forgive us. We brought you
a problem. We didn't mean to.
- No, please don't.
I'll fix it.
Thank you for bringing me.
I'm going to sleep now, if you don't mind.
- Sure.
Whatever you need.
- Well, I'll make that call to Japan.
I'll get dressed.
- You're okay, huh?
- Yes.
- You sure?
- Really, yeah.
- Stay calm.
- Go on. I'll be fine.
I'll be fine. Really.
- Come on. - You will?
- Of course.
- Okay.
- Come on, buddy, come out.
We won't bully you anymore.
- Lorenzo, open up.
- Come on, it's all right.
- Come on, Lorenzo.
Open up, come on.
- Are you OK?
- Yes. Happy birthday.
I owe you the present.
- Did he jerk off in here?
- I'm not in shape yet, but give me
a few more months, I'll start.
- Grab a beer.
- No, thank you.
You know, nature is wise.
Alcoholic beverages still
don't taste good for me.
It must be because my taste buds
haven't reached the maturity stage.
Neither have yours. That's why you have
to make a lot of effort to swallow.
But who's to say, in the not-too-distant future
I don't rule out experimenting
with recreational drugs.
Maybe by that time they will be legalized.
Doesn't anyone have a cell phone I can
borrow? I need to make a call.
- There it is.
- Good evening, people.
- How did your disguise work, doctor?
- Best ever.
The only thing, I had no competition.
I was the only one in costume.
They pulled a joke on me.
- What?
- Yes, but it's all right now.
They said sorry.
The party goes on.
I don't know whether to leave now.
- Why did you have us come get you, then?
- Because I think I solved the case.
Yes. The key is Guilchón glass shop.
- Guilchón glass shop?
- How are you, Mr. Nigro.
We're from Guilchón Glassworks.
Remember we put the window in the other day?
These two guys are from the police.
- How are you, sir? Franco Montero.
- What's the subject?
- The guys at the glass shop tell me
you're a gun collector.
- That's right.
- Do you happen to have a 1906 Mauser?
- Sir, would you be so kind as to explain to us
how that window you asked
to have replaced got broken?
- You won't believe it.
I was cleaning the Mauser and a shot was fired.
It looks like there was a bullet in it
since at least 70 years ago.
A real danger.
- How come you didn't tell the police
you had such an accident?
- It was a lucky misfortune. I was looking
all over the place for about half an hour
to see if I had caused any catastrophe,
but since nothing happened...
- Would you let us in a second, please?
- Certainly.
- Hello, Lorenzo.
- Hi, Valentina. How are you?
Did everything end well the other day?
- Yes, don't worry. Can I ask you a question?
- Yes, go ahead.
- What happened in the bathroom?
You came out completely transformed.
A total change of attitude.
- Yes, it was a bit disconcerting, wasn't it?
- Yes, quite.
- It's long to explain.
I'll be as concise as possible.
My brother is a police detective
and I sometimes help him.
At the time we were working on a case
of a man who disappeared from his apartment
just the day of the Boca game
and turned up dead at a construction site
the next day with a bullet in his chest.
We knew up to that moment
that the gun was from 1906
and up to that point everything seemed a murder.
But when I saw the broken glass
in the bathroom on your party
I remembered two employees of a glass shop
were unloading a window right
across the street from the building
of the missing guy.
That's when I realized
it had all been an accident.
- And then?
- A gun collector had a shot escaped at
the same moment that Boca scored the goal
so that the noise of the celebrations
covered the sound of the gunshot
and the man who was calmly talking on
the phone on the balcony of his apartment
was shot in the chest and
he fell from the third floor
into a truckload of sand
that was stuck in traffic.
Finally the truck unloads the sand
and the next day the police found the body
at the construction site.
- Unbelievable, Lorenzo. But what does this
have to do with your change of attitude?
- When I realized what happened
I said to myself:
"Lorenzo, fate is unpredictable.
Some idiot comes along, misses a shot,
and screws up your life.
And should you mind a couple of assholes
who laugh at you?
Enjoy it as much as you can, and that's it".
And that's when I left the bathroom.
- Montero.
- Yes.
- Your brother called in the intercom.
He says for you to come upstairs,
he's got something prepared for you.
And for you to go upstairs
with whoever you want.
- Will you come with me? Thanks!
- Yes, come on, let's go.
- Hey, Zidane, come and shoot a few shots later.
- Beware, I'll shoot like Zidane for real.
- You got scared, huh?
- Lorenzo, truly, if you want, come down
later and we'll play soccer for a while.
- Well, okay. I'll see about it.
- Fine.
- Assholes.
- What did you prepare?
- Surprise!
- No way we were gonna let you miss
your costume party.
- Hi. You are?
- Valentina.
- Stop it. And as always, I'm the only dummy
who's dressed different from everyone else.
- No, my love, you're wrong,
because here I've brought you costumes
of all kinds for you to choose
the one you like the most.
- Look how nice. There's also a Snow White
costume for those who want to choose.
- Well, okay. What a cool family!
- Thank you.
- And what a cool neighbor girl.
- That too.
- Thank you.
- Well, give me the parrot one,
after I used the Topo Gigio one...
- It looks nice on you, this one.
- If you want to use the bathroom,
I'll change here.
- OK. Thank you.
- Cut it out. Don't make a fool of me.
- He's right.
Here, I'll help you. The foot here.
There it is. Let's see.
- Biscuit for the parrot.
- Mansilla, don't bust my balls.
- He inherited his brother's nature.
- Spectacular.
- How beautiful!
- Everyone, please stand for the
photo, guys,
it's been two years since I've had
so much wardrobe in circulation.
I'd like a photo for the shop.
Just a moment. Hold it.
- You go there.
- Come next to me, princess.
- Weren't you a little shy with girls, you?
- It's over. I went to the psychologist.
- Wait. What if the partner had him killed?