EPITAPHS
A phone call...that guy wants to kill me over one call?
Over one call?
- Sir, did you see his face? - What was I to do?
In that kind of situation you have to call the police.
- Feldman! - Penalver had gone crazy.
He was yelling at the treasurer, so of course...
Anyone in their right mind would have called the police.
The killer is not in his right mind.
You're not responsible for anything, he's crazy.
Do you know what it means to be crazy?
Yeah, I got it.
- Did you see his face? - His face.
No, there was a sign there. I saw a sign...
- But I never saw him. - You didn't see his face?
No. I'm positive, absolutely positive.
He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me!
- He's not going to kill you. - He will kill me.
Just like Graciela, like Lasky... He's going to kill me too.
We think it might be an ex-student.
An ex-student? What are you talking about?
The ex-students are 20 years old.
You think a 20-year old kid is capable of such a massacre?
Yeah, because Galvez and Mujica helped him.
And we don't know who else.
What can I do?
Listen... and answer.
After what happened at the school
was there any follow up with the students?
Yes, there was psychological help,
and the faculty made weekly reports.
We want to see those reports right now.
Mother fucker!
What are you looking at?
Are you hungry?
Well, fuck you!
I have...
bad news.
The bastard got there before me
and he took him right from my hands.
Why? Why? Why?!
Are you laughing?
What the fuck are you laughing at?
Don't you see this sets back the whole plan?
I'm going to punish him,
I'll hit him where it hurts most.
And then I'll take care of Feldman.
Hello?
Are you alone?
Yes.
Good, let's talk face to face.
Good evening.
- Is that the evening security? - Yes, José.
- Is he the only one? - Yes.
He moved around without any interference.
He came in, left the head,
erased any possible prints and he left.
He could have had dinner too.
How are you?
Tired... It was a rough day.
Were you with Renzo?
I spoke with him a while a go.
Was he happy about what he did for Feldman?
No, not happy. He was...
relieved.
He saved his life.
Do you think Renzo really cares about saving a man's life?
Of course he cares.
That son of a bitch doesn't care about anything.
- You're angry. - Very perceptive.
No wonder you're a shrink.
What else has your brilliant mind discovered, Laura?
Not much.
I don't even know your name.
I didn't tell you?
No, for real.
My name is Talion.
It was obviously taken from here.
It was the only psycho-pedagogical report
from that class.
May I take a look, Feldman? Excuse me, excuse me.
That's bullshit.
Martin, let's go on what we have.
What are you talking about?
We have the information. for the four dead kids
We won't touch the Galvezes or the Mujicas just yet,
Iet's go to the Lainezes and the Grossies,
and we'll see what they have of the children--
pictures, letters, phone numbers, organizers,
I don't know, that's all I can think of right now.
Okay.
Talion, like the law.
Is it too obvious?
No... it's appropriate.
You think so?
If there's one thing I learned from my dad,
it was to be appropriate.
Is your father alive?
You're going to see Renzo.
Do you want me to see him?
Don't answer me with questions, you know exactly what I want.
Yes, I know, but it's not that easy.
In love, things are...
Don't explain to me what love is you fucking whore!
I don't need you to explain it to me.
I'm not explaining anything to you.
You're lying.
What you want is to fix me.
You think I'm a broken coo coo clock.
You want to put me on your time.
I have very bad news.
I'm in charge of the time.
Give Renzo a message from me when you see him.
Listen carefully, Laura.
I'll take care of the Grossi family.
All right. I'll take care of the Lainez family.
I'll start first thing tomorrow morning.
No-- today.
Take Feldman home and put a 24-hour watch on him.
And then you go over to the Lainez residence.
Jesus.
Yeah?
Yeah, what's up, Laura?
Okay, I'm on my way.
The son of a bitch talked to Laura and left a message for me.
I'll go get Feldman.
Tell him to stop celebrating and to not get too happy,
because I am going to punish him--
something big this time.
And some innocent will pay.
It will be very soon.
Maybe even tonight.
Some innocent. What does he mean by "innocent"?
Someone who has nothing to do with these four deaths.
I understand that, but who?
Just choose someone at random?
Well, he said he was going to punish you.
which means it has to be someone related to you.
Oh God, who?
I don't know.
I swear if I could help you I would.
- But I don't know. - You're helping me... a lot.
I think I know why he's doing all of this.
Yeah, because he's a son of bitch.
No...
because of love.
That's love?
He's obsessed with seeing us together.
I mentioned something about love...
and he snapped. He blew up like a bomb.
He could be using punishing you as an excuse.
He has a burning desire to kill but he's methodical.
He won't continue killing until he's finished with Feldman.
But he needs time.
He has to fill the empty space by killing someone.
But he needs a reason.
Punishing me is his reason.
Calm down up there, will you?
Should I call the cops?
Son of a bitch.
This is a serious hotel.
Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
QUEEN HOTEL
I'll get you, you fucker.
Why don't you accompany Marcos?
If he we wanted to punish you, he's the perfect the victim.
Don't you think?
He wants to surprise me and that would be too obvious.
Too obvious.
But if you wanted to punish or hurt yourself...
What would you do?
Kill you.
No, seriously.
I'm being serious.
I would die if anything happened to you.
I would do anything for you.
When my mom was just a girl, she had a neighbor,
who loved his wife and his daughter.
He had a very humble house,
with steel siding for a rooftop.
And when it rained, or when there was a lot of wind,
my mom would watch him sleep on top of the roof,
so that the steel siding wouldn't fly away.
I would do the same for you...
that's how much I love you.
Did you like the story?
Yes, I did.
- No, please. - Move and I'll kill you.
He's my ex-husband.
Sorry. Sorry.
Do you think saying sorry is enough?
What, are putting me on trial?
Maybe I will. Maybe I'll sue you for police brutality.
I don't give a fuck if you're threatening to sue me.
- Don't fuck with me, asshole. - What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy?
Yeah, crazy enough to blow your fucking brains out.
- You fuck! - That's enough! Enough, please.
I'm sorry.
What's wrong with you? What do you want?
I wanted to let you know that they offered me a job in Miami.
You will not take my son.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about,
but I see that's not possible.
So it would be better for the judge to decide.
- Hello? - Hi.
I'm on my way home, Dad.
So?
Is everything okay over there?
Yeah, everything's fine.
But if you brought a good malbec things would be better.
Okay, I'll get in touch with my contacts.
It's about time.
What was that?
The doorbell, I'm going to get it.
Don't forget the malbec.
- Wait a second. - What's wrong?
Be careful, please.
Okay, Dad, okay.
Come in.
Help me, please.
They're tying to kill me. Please.
The cuts look bad, but they'll be fine.
So don't worry. You won't need any stitches.
Yeah, I know, it hurts a little.
You should settle down, don't tremble so much.
Relax, relax.
- This will calm you. - There you go.
And your pimp?
He's never around when I need him.
But I bet he's on time to take your money, right?
Who is it?
- Who's your pimp? - Who cares?
What do you mean "who cares"?
- He left you alone, man. - Woman.
Okay, fine. Woman.
Renzo, could you get me the rubbing alcohol, please?
He left you alone, ma-- Sorry, woman.
That's not right.
Back in my day,
a pimp would risk his life for a woman.
That was then.
Where are you, Martin?
On my way to Marcia Lainez. How did it go with Laura?
He left me a message
saying he was going to punish someone innocent--
and he did it. He attacked Clara.
Who's Clara?
That's not important now. What's important is she's alive.
She's here at my house.
How did it go with Feldman?
I left him at his house with Catalani.
- Is Catalani good? - He protected a federal judge.
I got lucky. It's very hard to find him with free time.
Why does he have free time if he's so good?
Yesterday they buried the judge-- heart attack.
Imbecile.
My Dad is right, Clara.
Renzo, it doesn't matter who my man is.
Don't you see that that animal
convinced your boss to leave you alone? Huh?
Clara, it's very important you tell us.
Very important.
Who is it? Negro Luis?
Goitia, the Basque?
Di Pietro, the italian?
Daniel, the mischievous?
It's Daniel, the mischievous?
Yes.
Do you know him?
He's one of the worst.
- I'll have him picked up. - Renzo...
Please, forget about my man,
and find the guy who did this to me, please.
No, Clara, Daniel knows the guy.
Don't you realize-- Don't you realize that I did it on my own?
I did it on my own, I didn't say anything to Daniel.
I did it for me. If Daniel finds out,
- he'll kill me. He'll kill me. - Enough. Stop it!
Tell me exactly how he found you.
He called me on my phone
and he offered me a lot of money.
It's exactly how she left it five years ago.
My therapist says it's a way to deny reality.
I LOVE YOU
I guess I hope that she'll come back and cleans her room.
He says that until she cleans her room
I won't be able to go on with my life.
And the bastard's right.
And besides being right his children are still alive.
And the only thing I have is a dirty room.
Ma'am, I need information about your daughter's classmates.
I need to see some pictures, addresses...
Yes, yes, of course.
The lnseparables.
They went by that name because they went everywhere together.
So inseparable that they died together.
Better?
Yeah?
Okay.
So, you went to the hotel,
you went up to the room, and...
I went in...
I saw him sitting there... he was sitting on the bed.
I asked him what he'd like.
He said he wanted to send a gift to his friend Renzo.
He cut my dress.
He tied me to the bed.
He choked me and hit me.
- He cut me with a knife. - Son of a bitch!
He got tired of cutting me, and he grabbed the night stand.
Now you're fine, you're here.
- No. - Clara, you're fine.
You're here, in my home.
You're protected. I'll watch out for you.
Clara.
I'll take care of you, okay?
This is the last one they took together.
- Ma'am? - Yes?
I recognize your daughter and these three,
from pictures from our archive.
Bu I don't recognize this boy.
Little Fernando.
Fernando Spinelli.
He was part of that group?
He was Marcia's boyfriend.
He survived.
But that's the worst that could have happened to him.
He wouldn't have hesitated a second
to die together with his friends.
Did you see his face?
The entire time.
Do you remember what he looked like?
Perfectly well.
I will never ever forget his face.
Son of a bitch!
You mother fucker.
I just want to go home, please.
Calm down up there, will you?
I'm going to call the cops.
Son of a bitch!
This is a serious hotel.
Son of a bitch!
The concierge saved me... he distracted him...
and I was able to get away.
Don't move, I got it.
- Careful. - Of course.
If you've come to kill us take a number.
Marcos, it's me, Martin. Open up, please.
Damn.
I'm going to have to knead some more.
We have to talk.
- She's Clara. - How are you?
Not good. They almost killed her.
If we're lucky that bastard won't be killing anyone else.
- Do you have something? - His name is Fernando Spinelli.
He was Marcia Lainez's boyfriend.
He escaped from a psychiatric hospital two months ago.
- Clara, are you okay? - No. Yes.
I'm just a little nervous that's all.
Renzo, I have the address and they're not expecting us.
Can you take care of this baby?
As long as she doesn't ask me to change her diapers.
Let's go.
I'm sorry I can't help you pick that up.
I'm sorry, are you looking for something?
Where can I throw this away?
The garbage can is in the kitchen underneath the counter.
Have you known Renzo for a long time?
Yes.
- From the taxi, right? - Of course.
Renzo must be a silent cab driver, huh?
Yeah.
His name is Fernando Spinelli.
He was Marcia Lainez's boyfriend.
And two months ago he escaped from the psychiatric hospital.
Hang on.
Wrap the glass in something before throwing them away.
Or do you want to hurt someone?
Look what you've done. You hurt yourself.
- Economic status? - Very good.
The family had factories.
Last year one of them burned down
and the insurance paid out around $2 million.
Jesus. It all fits together.
He can do whatever he wants.
- Any family? - The mother.
His father died when he was little.
Have been working the streets very long?
Long enough.
Well, it looks like you haven't learned to take care.
Look what you did to your hand.
- Is this what you need? - Yes.
- Just ask for it. - Thanks.
Do you smoke?
I'll have a cigar every now and then, that's it.
I need cigarettes, I'm gonna go buy some. Excuse me.
I don't think you'll find anything open at this hour.
Besides, Renzo would kill me if I let you leave.
I don't think so. Besides, I need to smoke, Marcos.
All right, I'll leave it between the two of you then.
I'm going to take a bath, that takes some time.
Here.
I don't want you to stay on the streets.
Do I look pretty?
You're splendid.
- Hello? - Listen carefully.
Get as much money as you can
and take it to the same place as always, now.
- What's going on? - Do it now. Got it?
Mrs. Spinelli?
We're police officers and we need to speak to you.
But I was just on my way out.
I'm sorry but it's urgent. It's for your son's sake.
Please.
We're looking for your son.
He's not here.
I haven't seen him for a few of months.
Ever since he escaped from the hospital?
No, he didn't escape.
He left, because they were making him worse.
How long has it been since you've seen or spoken to him?
Before he left.
And you don't know where he is?
I already told you I didn't know.
And you're not concerned?
Why?
Anywhere is better than that hell hole he was in.
That's one of the last ones he took with her.
With Marcia, his girlfriend.
He loved her so much,
it drove him mad.
I'm sorry, I need a little water.
Do you live alone, Mrs. Spinelli?
Did you hear me?
- Yes, I live alone. - He's not here.
Where is your son, please?
- He didn't do anything. - We believe he did.
He's killed at least seven people.
If we don't find him he might kill again.
- Can you understand that? - No.
I understand, it must be very difficult to accept.
But he's sick. Your son is very sick.
What do you mean sick? Very sick?
What do you expect? His best friends died and his girlfriend.
Yes, I understand how hard it must be
to not go crazy and not want revenge.
- I can understand that. - This is bullshit.
Fernando only thought about dying, from the very beginning.
Why do you think we put him in the hospital?
He spent three years in that crazy hospital.
Three years for nothing.
They cleaned him out emotionally.
They turned him into a shadow.
And all that for nothing.
He still felt guilty.
Guilty about what?
Guilty about what, ma'am?
About not going that day.
If he had gone he'd be dead.
On the contrary...
nobody would be dead.
The experiment fell behind
because he didn't do the part he he was supposed to do.
That's why he didn't go.
His classmates had to make up for it
because he hadn't done anything.
That's why they stayed after school.
Where's your son? Tell me, please.
- He didn't do anything. - I know he didn't.
You don't understand, he's the one in danger.
Everyone who died are somehow
related to the death of your son's friends.
Everyone is guilty.
Don't ask me why. Your son is alive, I don't know why.
I do.
Because he has a friend that takes care of him.
He won't let anything happen to him.
What friend?
The one who helped him get out of the hospital.
He's like an angel.
He would visit him everyday.
He gave him the desire to live again.
Do you know what it means to me
to see Fernando wanting to live again?
- That's priceless. - Mrs. Spinelli.
Who is the money for in the bag?
He's fine now.
His friend takes good care of him.
They get along well-- they're like brothers.
- That's priceless. - It's for your son's friend?
Do you know what it's like to have a son
who the only thing he thinks about is dying?
He put a smile back on his face.
So, it's impossible for him to harm my son.
No, he's using him.
He hasn't killed him because he's using him.
He called me a little while ago
and told me to get all of the money I could
- and leave the house. - Call your son now!
Call him where he is and tell him to leave.
Tell him to leave now.
Hi.
- Is that you? - Yeah, of course.
Were you with mom?
I was. We have to leave, Fernando.
Why didn't she come?
She couldn't. But she told me to take you to her.
- Did something happen? - Nothing serious.
But we have to leave now. Iet's go.
Fernando.
It's only a second, I need to talk to her.
- With who? - With my mom.
- She already knows. - I'll let her know.
Hey, she already knows.
Hey, it's not necessary.
Fernando, you don't want to go back to the clinic, right?
- No. - No.
You know I don't want to go back.
I know perfectly well.
They went looking for you at your house.
Your mother asked me to help you.
You don't trust me?
- Don't you trust me? - It's my mom.
No, it's a trap.
It's them.
They want to make you suffer again.
They want you to remember Marcia!
They want to make you suffer like before.
They way they did before I saved you.
Do you still not trust me?
What a shame.
What a real...
shame.
- Where are you going, Bruno? - Somewhere safe, Fernando.
Bruno!
I don't get it.
How the fuck did he know we were on our way over?
How do I know?
But I'm gonna get that sick mother fucker--
I'm gonna get him. I swear.
Go.
HE DIED AS HE LIVED AT THE WRONG TIME
God damn it.
Clara.
She's the only one besides us that knew about Spinelli.
My dad.
Shit, my dad's not picking up.
Call Jiménez. Have him send someone over to my house.
Well, well, well.
You came back.
I don't like that knife in your hands...I don't.
Right there. Put it right there.
- Where? - There.
Let's go. Slowly.
Good.
That too.
Right there.
Bravo.
As you can see,
I wasn't lying about taking a bath.
It's the only truth in our conversation...
isn't that right?
Daniel "the mischievous" doesn't exist.
I made him up.
However you still said yes
when I asked you if he was your pimp.
But sure, that didn't prove anything,
it only proved that you were lying.
But you still gave me the keys.
Yeah, I had to be sure.
That was the only way to do it, let you go your own way.
You know something?
I didn't think you'd really come back.
But you did.
Touché.
Keep that hand away from the knife.
Put your hand slowly up-- the other one too.
Both of them.
Both of them above your head. That's it.
Good.
There we go.
You were getting along quite well.
You must have been very angry, girl.
Man.
What a son of a bitch.
So angry that you slipped up.
So splendid
that you didn't even think I could set a trap for you.
Neither one of them.
You don't understand anything.
I don't want to understand you.
- I want to lock you up. - I can imagine.
It was very hard for me not pick up that last call.
But I'm going to use it now.
I'm going to call Renzo, so he can take care of you.
Dad!
Dad.
Dad! Dad!
Relax, Dad, relax.
You're going to be all right.
I swear, Dad, you're going to be fine.
I swear.
Relax, Dad.
What a surprise, huh?
# I only tried to be nice #
You'll be home in no time.
I'll have two bottles of malbec waiting:
one for each of us...
my friend.
I won't be left alone.
I can't be left alone.