EPITAPHS
After that, what happened?
Please, Renzo.
You can't just freeze up,
don't let him take control.
He already had it because I thought he was dead.
Okay.
He tricked you. He did, he tricked you.
But not just you, he tricked all of us.
What should we do then?
Stand there with our mouths wide open?
Give his magic act a standing ovation?
What should we do?
Saldana.
Have Jiménez get me some equipment.
Tracing system, digitalization...
Wait a second.
Wait one second.
Get me all of the images that aired on the news
the day of the accident at the school.
Yes, little man, yes.
The pictures... The pictures from the papers.
Okay. I need Marina to come over to my house.
Please.
Are you hungry?
No, I'm thirsty.
I'm cold.
Let me explain.
Cell phones work by using transmission cells.
In other words, they're cells that form together
and they start linking together.
- Marina. - Yeah.
- What do you think? - Not good.
It's time to take him off of the case.
He'll continue it, like it or not.
- Like you. - Like me.
Call me if something happens.
You got it?
Just by Laura's cell phone going off
we'll be able to trace it's location.
What's going on?
- This isn't going to work? - Why?
He'll find another way to communicate.
It's possible, but we have to be prepared.
We're all doing everything we can
to keep Laura alive.
All of us.
- And the material I requested? - It's on it's way.
Better?
What day is today?
Friday.
What time?
Who cares what time it is?
I want to say goodbye to my son.
We were supposed to meet online at 8:00.
Why do you think I'd let you say goodbye to your son?
He's not responsible for anything.
And Alejandro was?
No, of course not.
It was my fault. I made a mistake.
You made a mistake?
Well, I too can make mistakes.
I'm human, aren't I?
It's sad losing a mother.
How sad it is...
to lose your mother, isn't it Bruno?
Don't talk about my mother.
You were with your mother until the end.
- You took care of her... - Enough!
You did everything for your mom.
- Stop! - It's painful.
How sad it would have been if you weren't there.
No!
I'm not asking you not to kill me.
I'm asking you to let me say goodbye to my son.
- There's not much time. - Yeah, I know.
Someone has to tell him.
Someone has to tell him about his mother.
I don't know.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
Believe me it is.
I know what I'm telling you.
You don't know what it's like for a child
to wait for a mother that's never coming home again.
And never knowing why she left.
What would I tell him?
His mother is with a mad man and that maybe...
No, please. I can't do it.
I won't do it. I can't.
Tell him his mother had a problem.
And that she wasn't able to speak to him and that...
and that she'll call him when she can.
And tell him that she loves him.
Renzo.
Please.
Okay, how do I do it?
Give us a minute, please.
Sit down, Renzo.
Quiet guys.
I need to initiate a chat session.
Okay, he's online. We can watch it from here.
Okay.
- He's online. - Connect me.
Here it comes.
Hi, Renzo.
Hey, Nico.
How's your doggie?
Nico?
There's someone else.
Oh my God.
I didn't know. I swear I didn't know.
Say goodbye right now.
If you say anything inappropriate,
I'll kill you in front of your son.
Is that clear?
I will kill you in front of your son.
Mom, Renzo's here.
Yeah, I know, baby.
I have to go.
- You're recording, right? - Yes.
Are you sad, Mommy?
No, no. Not at all.
I love you with all my heart.
- Will we talk tomorrow? - Yes.
If I can, yes.
Tell your dad to call Renzo, okay?
That's not a good idea.
Tell him that.
Mom? Mom?
Loba!
Nobody's there.
What's the matter?
Wanna go for a walk?
Go and come right back.
People are always looking for new things.
They experiment.
Things they couldn't do before because they were too ashamed...
Yeah, I know, baby.
Mommy has to go right now.
Are you sad, Mommy?
No, no. Not at all.
I love you with all my heart.
- Marina. - Yeah?
I want you to listen to something.
There's a sound I want you to hear.
Okay.
Yeah, I know, baby.
Mommy has to go now.
Are you sad, Mommy?
No, no. Not at all.
Play it again.
Yeah, I know, baby.
Mommy has to go right now.
Are you sad, Mommy?
No, no. Not at all.
I love you with all my heart.
- Yeah. - So?
What is it?
I don't know, there are voices running over it.
You'd have to clean it up.
- It could be done? - It can be done, yeah.
Okay, I want them to do it.
All right.
I need you to identify a sound that's present...
muffled way in the background.
What are we looking for exactly?
I don't know.
It comes and goes.
I'll start by taking away the voices.
Good idea.
Laura?
Laura.
I don't know what you're up to,
but you'll only make things worse.
You fucking bitch!
I'm going to make you suffer so much, Laura. So much...
that you'll wish you were never born.
I'll get it.
They brought everything you asked for.
The videos, the charts
and the pictures. Everything.
- It's almost there. - Good.
- Anything useful, Renzo? - No, nothing.
They're finishing up with the sound byte.
Wait, let it ring again.
It's Dr. Santini's number.
- Renzo. - It wasn't Laura's fault.
That's not important anymore.
- Take me instead of her. - No.
Wherever you want, just me, no guns.
No traps.
No, Renzo. I'm not interested.
What are you interested in, bastard?
- You know. - No, I don't know.
I'm interested in justice.
I want you to suffer the same way I did
when I lost Alejandro.
In order to do that, I need the right conditions.
When I decide it.
Recoleta Cemetery
We got it.
No, we don't have it. He's playing us.
- Come on. - I wouldn't go.
Someone has to go.
Peralta, let's go.
Come on.
- Saldana. - Yeah?
Is he still here?
According to the data he hasn't moved.
- Surround the perimeter. - Done.
Yeah, I know.
Mommy has to go.
- So? - No, smaller.
I'm looking for a high-pitched tone. That's not it.
I can get rid of the low-frequency sounds.
Don't explain it to me, just do it, please.
I'm on it.
All right, guys, without making a scene.
I'm interested in justice.
I want you to suffer the same way I did,
when I lost Alejandro.
In order to do that, I need the right conditions.
When I decide it.
There he is.
That's Costas.
There he is.
"I want you to suffer the same way I did".
"I want you to suffer
the same way I did..."
Motherfucker.
What are you thinking?
He wants you to watch her die?
I'm sure of it.
Let's go, Saldana. I found it.
Renzo.
Listen to this.
I need a second opinion.
I know...
Mommy has to go right now.
Are you sad, Mommy?
Play it again.
I know...
Mommy has to go right now.
- It's a rocking chair. - Yeah, a rocking chair.
HERE LIE THOSE WHO UNLEASHED THE FURY OF HELL
I know where he is.
Let's go, let's go!
Laura.
Laura!
The time is here.
The three of us are going on a long trip.
But yours and Renzo's will be much more painful than mine.
- You want some tea? - No, thanks.
I'd like to know as quickly as possible
what the formula we found is.
I'd like to know, too. Really.
What is so funny to you, Brunelli?
You always take everything so seriously?
Yeah.
And more so when human lives are at stake.
Okay, sorry.
It's just that my job is monotonous and...
and rarely do I ever get something this interesting.
What is so interesting?
Residues with some very special characteristics.
How special?
The way in which ignites.
Patience, woman. Patience.
They're bringing me the substance I requested,
and I'll show you.
- Excuse me. - Yeah?
Something new has come up regarding the suicides.
Did you find something?
We found this phone number
in the victim's organizers.
Is the only thing that ties them together.
I'll check it out.
I'm such an idiot.
How could I not know where they were?
What an idiot.
- Jiménez. - Yeah?
- I want to ask you a favor. - What?
If Nico's father calls, I want you to talk to him.
- I don't know what to say. - Okay.
What do I tell him?
I don't know.
- Anything? - Nothing.
No one has come in or out.
Costas!
God damn it!
Clear!
Hold it, hold it.
Renzo.
Did it all start here?
You keep getting it wrong.
I know where it all started. You motherfucker.
Okay, Jiménez. Okay.
You guys are heading over there?
No. They're not finished here yet.
When they have something I'll call.
Yeah.
Bye.
You only need to call me.
You'll have a good time.
You'll have security.
And more than anything a lot of pleasure.
So much pleasure.
Enough, Brunelli.
It's a joke.
I want it now. Got it?
I'm going to kill that son of a bitch.
That's exactly what he wants, you falling in his trap.
She has a son, Jiménez,
a beautiful little boy, and I have nothing.
I should be in her place.
But you're not. That's the situation, Renzo.
We've got to take this to the end.
Yeah, I know.
Let's see if what I thought is true.
Costas!
It's over, Costas!
CHEMISTRY
No!
He's getting away! I'll handle this.
You won't kill me.
I'm unarmed.
And I'm just a sick man.
Everyone knows that.
But who knows...
maybe a good psychiatrist could cure me...
in a year,
maybe even sooner.
We'll cross paths again, won't we, Renzo?
We all deserve another chance.
If you got another chance,
why can't I?
Don't do it.
You'll regret it.
I still have things to tell you.
Forgive him Father...
he's a poor man.
Renzo!
It wasn't Laura.
The woman in the lab wasn't Laura!
Tragedy, once again, haunts this school,
BRUNO COSTAS' DEAD BODY IS NOW BEING TRANSFERRED.
Horror engulfed the chemistry lab.
At this time
we can see the bodies of the killer and his victims,
on their way out.
Walter Lodigiani and Judith Montero,
in charge of cleaning the school,
found their death by being burned with the same substance
used by ex-faculty member Santiago Penalver
to kill his five students five years ago.
Dr. Laura Santini who had been kidnapped by the killer,
unfortunately is still missing
and her whereabouts are still unknown.
The police are now carrying out different recovery procedures.
Carlos, it's Marina.
I need to see you as soon as possible.
I've arranged a table for Friday.
You have to let it rest for a while.
What are you talking about?
The police are on your tail. Very close.
In the last few days they've found four bodies.
The only thing they didn't find was the gun.
So, don't waste any time.
Get rid of the gun and this guy's body.
You have 24 hours.
That's all I can tell you.
And what is your role in all of this?
I'll be the officer in charge
of carrying out the search warrant.
A month now after her disappearance
there is still no news of Laura Santini.
Police authorities are more and more pessimistic.
In spite of all the efforts by investigators,
the chances of finding Laura alive are more and more slim.
I can't stand watching you try to kill yourself day after day.
If you're going to do it...
then get it over with.
- Renzo Marquez? - Yes.
This is for you.
What is it?
It's a package for postmarked delivery.
It was deposited a month ago.
It was scheduled for delivery today.
Everything okay?
Yeah, fine.
Oh God.
You haven't found her yet, have you?
It's a shame, but it's your own fault.
If you hadn't killed me I would have told you
every last bit of truth, and Laura would be alive today.
I know what you're thinking...
that you never would have been able to make me talk.
Don't fool yourself, Renzo.
We both know there are many ways to make a man talk.
You really can't imagine where she might be?
Okay.
She's where she supposed to be.
Exactly in the same place I chose for her
when all of this started.
Want more clues?
You were there a month ago, before going to the school.
You passed right by her, all full of anger and despair.
You still don't know?
Come on, Renzo, please.
I know you can do it.
I'll give you one last chance.
Think about it.
Think.
Her tombstone was the first one I drew,
her epitaph the first one I wrote.
She is below it.
Don't lose any more time, you've lost enough already,
and Laura must be waiting for you.
Don't forget to bring a shovel...
and your gun.
It's time for you to end this right now,
and forever.
Or could you possibly live with so much pain inside?
I won't indulge you, Costas.
I will die of pain, cancer, old age.
But not how "you" want me to die.
I will die from sadness, an overdose,
from a bullet of betrayal right in the back,
or in my face and laughing.
Maybe it will happen in 10 years, or 20,
or maybe even tomorrow.
It doesn't really matter.
But I want you to know
that I will not do it your way
or at the time you chose.
Because it is my death.
My death.
It's not for you to decide.