Come here.
Come here I said.
Where do you think you're going, bitch?
That's enough.
-You need some help? -Yes. So?
You've got a fever.
You need a doctor.
It could be someone with split personalities.
They work like a team.
A part of him is in charge, the other obeys.
So the same camera took both pictures?
Yes.
Now I need to know if the forensic photographer
of the Arosati-Castillo case did Pardo-Martino, as I think.
I knew it. Get me Emilio Ronda's file.
Do I tell the boss
that our psychic says the congressman is dead?
Do you know where the congressman's body is?
Out there.
Marina, we'll be there in ten minutes.
Carlos. No, let me talk.
They're coming for the body.
I don't know how they found it.
Hear me out.
You need to disappear, okay?
Son of a bitch!
Thanks.
-This is crazy, Marquez. -Give him some time, sir.
Time?
How much time?
Enough to catch pneumonia?
It's up to you.
I think we'd better wait. But it's up to you.
What's going on?
He dug it up. That son-of-a-bitch did it.
Dug u what?
-The congressman's body. -But why would he do that?
I can't talk now.
I need you to get me out of here. I'm stuck in the mud.
Where are you?
Please bring the truck.
Write this down.
Get him out of here!
This makes no sense, Marina. Why would he do that?
I don't know.
The idiot must think he's in trouble.
They can't touch you even if they find him, right?
Am I wrong?
Get me everything you have on him.
I can't, he is the one that contacts me.
There is nothing I can do.
Just do it.
What's wrong, sir?
How do I explain this to the boss?
What?
He'll ask how I knew he was dead and buried here.
They would take Velásquez in for interrogation.
-They can't do that. -What can you do to stop them?
We'll say it was an anonymous caller.
It sounds good and we get to keep Velásquez.
Thanks, Marquez.
Anytime, sir.
Well done, Velásquez.
Is he dead?
-Hello. -Hi.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm sorry. I know it's late.
This was in my mailbox. It's for you.
Thank you very much.
-I can pay for it if you want. -No thanks.
-Okay. -What's your name?
Maria.
Maria?
Lorenzo.
Okay.
I have to pay mine anyway.
Nice smile.
You need to smile some more
I'll think about it.
You do that.
-Well, good night then. -Good night.
Velásquez.
Are you okay?
Is that enough?
Now you need to get rid of the body.
Understood?
Yes, I know. But it won't be easy.
I can't drag him upstairs alone. My leg is too sore.
Don't we have an axe?
Chop him up in tiny pieces,
and take him upstairs little by little.
Is that all he wrote?
He's acting weird though.
So what else is new?
Velásquez.
Carlos Ramos.
Who is he?
Is he the killer?
Keep an eye on him. Come on.
Find out all you can about Carlos Ramos.
Find out if he's missing,
or had something to do with a homicide in the 80s.
The eighties.
Ramos didn't go home last night.
His wife filed a missing person report.
Since nobody's seen him, I think...
He's an MD.
He got a home call.
Tell the entire department finding him is our top priority.
Ronda's file?
Let's go.
-Where to? -To see Emilio Ronda.
Great.
Just great.
He was the forensic photographer
of all the murders this copycat repeated.
He had access to the files and the crime scenes.
Is he still working?
No, he retired four years ago.
Does he have a record?
Nothing.
Mental problems?
Nothing at all.
So he's a little angel.
Except for the scratch in the camera lens.
Yes, six dead people.
An anonymous call?
That's right.
-Who took the call? -I did.
Was it the killer?
He wouldn't bother to call us and then bury the body.
So?
I can't say right now, we just started the investigation.
-Forget it, detective. -Excuse me?
The dead congressman was very close to the president.
The investigation should be given to a special task force
that would report to the Secretary of the Interior.
There can be no leaks.
Whatever you say.
Who is the coroner in charge of the autopsy?
Dr. Morini.
Good. I'll keep in contact.
Yes sir.
We're here.
Finally. Where are you?
I'm at the doctor's office. I don't feel well.
Is it serious?
I've never seen a doctor of my own free will.
So just imagine.
Call me when you're done.
Okay. Bye.
Marina isn't feeling well.
That's weird in her.
Sometimes I feel like I'm working with a stranger.
Let's go.
Renzo.
What do you want?
Police. We need to talk with Emilio Ronda.
I'm sorry, he's not here. I'm his son.
Can we take a look?
I feel as if I'm going to die right there.
I can't breath.
I feel like an elephant is standing on my chest.
I can't control it, doctor.
When was your last checkup?
Two months ago and I'm totally healthy.
That's why I don't get it.
I think it's stress-related.
Most of my patients suffer from it.
They don't sleep well.
Excessive responsibilities, etcetera.
At least I don't feel so lonely.
What should I do, doctor?
These should make your symptoms go away.
It's a anti-anxiety drug.
It should help calm you down.
Alright.
Okay.
Take one before breakfast every morning.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
I just hope it gets rid of my dizzy spells.
I feel like there's a gun to my head.
You didn't say anything about dizzy spells.
You didn't ask, but that's okay.
That's true. Please have a seat.
Tell me.
How often do you have these dizzy spells?
I had two last week.
Two in a week?
Yes, I get dizzy,
and it feels like I'm falling down.
Alright.
Take three days off and come back to see me.
Very well.
So then,
are you looking for my father?
Can I have a seat?
Thanks.
-What did he do? -None of your business.
He is my dad. What do you need to know?
When will he be back?
Unless he's Lazarus, I doubt he'll ever return.
I'm not joking, you idiot.
Where is he?
He's dead.
When did he die?
Six months ago.
The idiot died like a dog.
How do dogs die?
Squashed in the street by a garbage truck.
Are you into photography?
No, I hate it.
You hate your dad. You hate photography.
Especially my dad.
How come?
Is this an interrogation, or what?
Is this weed?
Why do you hate your dad?
He was sick.
He had a lab.
A shrine, actually.
A disgusting shrine
is what it was.
I was just twelve.
And irresistibly attracted to shrines.
I never should've gone in there.
Rosaries and Madonnas.
An entire day locked in the dark.
I was just twelve,
and the son-of-a-bitch locked me up
with his exhibition of dead bodies.
The sick bastard.
He screwed up my mom's life and mine.
He spent more and more time in that hellhole.
According to his file, he retired four years ago?
That's a lie.
He was actually fired.
Why?
He had lost 90 % capacity of his left eye,
and more than 40 % of his right eye.
That's not what it says here.
Of course not.
A lot of heads would roll in the Police Department.
A blind forensic photographer?
Shit! How do you explain that?
How much evidence was lost because of my dad?
How many killers are on the loose
because of his mistakes at the crime scene?
How long did my dad work almost in the dark?
What do I know?
Mom says more than twenty years.
She thinks that explained the bastard's extreme violence.
Did he have an assistant?
No idea. I never went back there.
And his equipment?
What?
Where is your dad's equipment?
-I sold it. -When?
-Right after he died. -To whom?
To the first guy that showed up. I didn't even place an ad.
Who bought it?
-What do you want? -Just answer me!
Who bought it?
He just showed up at my door one day.
He was young. Not more than 25.
He bought everything.
Are you going to tell me what you want?
What'll it be?
Everything.
He took everything.
The pictures too?
I guess he found them quite interesting.
Then what?
I locked the door and never went back.
Can we see the lab?
I hope I find the key.
-Stress? -That's what the doctor says.
That's very convenient.
It's just a couple of days.
What? I need you here more than ever, Segal.
You think I don't know that? I have no choice.
Alright, where are you?
At home.
Please get some rest.
Yes, Mazzoni.
Bye.
I'll wait here if you don't mind.
There's a weird smell I can't put my finger on.
This place stinks.
What is it?
Silver halide salts, just like with Klur.
A photographic fixer.
Interesting.
What do we know about him?
Morini says he's wounded.
There's nothing apparently.
He'll have trouble walking if his leg is hurt.
He must be taking painkillers.
That's possible.
Yes, it is possible.
The old photographer had nothing to do with it.
There's his son.
But nothing indicates he's a serious suspect.
Not yet.
Then there's the buyer.
The mysterious guy who bought the gear.
Maybe he is the one we're looking for.
Maybe.
Six snapshots in a row.
Let's get out of here.
Do you like dogs?
What?
What part didn't you get?
What do dogs have to do with anything?
Do you like them?
I had dogs. They don't bother me.
Okay.
Hey, can you tell me what you're looking for?
I can't.
I have nothing. The bastard didn't call back.
And he won't.
''Congressman Achaval found dead''.
Shit!
What will you do to find him?
Nothing.
Nothing?
He'll come to me.
Why would he do that?
Because he did all he could to control me.
For some reason or other, we have a score to settle.
All I need to know is the price.
What are you going to do? I'm in this too.
You above all.
You need to disappear before the cops find you.
I can't do that.
Didn't you hear me?
Do you want to get life in prison?
Okay, what do I do?
Okay.
Get rid of everything.
The files, the gun.
Anything they could use as proof.
Not the gun.
Especially the gun.
They'll get me if they get you.
And I swear, before that happens...
...I'll kill you.
See what they can do with this.
Marquez.
Please come with me.
Yes sir.
They took the Achabal case away.
Good, we're barely keeping up as it is.
What about Marina?
Her doctor ordered her to rest.
-Velasquez? -He's got a headache.
Get some rest, Velásquez.
Lie down.
Go on. Lie down.
Who is it?
-Hi. -May I come in?
What's going on?
You tell me. What are you up to?
Nothing. What do you mean?
The cops were at my place.
Come in.
What did they want?
They asked if I still had my dad's equipment.
-And what did you tell them? -That I sold it.
Did you mention me?
They would already be here if I had.
-Good. -How are dogs involved?
What dogs?
They asked me if I liked dogs.
I know the police. It was not a random question.
I have no idea. Don't you need some money?
-I always need money. -Alright.
I don't want any trouble with the law.
Don't worry, you won't. How much do you need?
Kill him.
There's a little more than a thousand.
Count it.
What are you up to?
Nothing. Really. You have to trust me.
I might need more money.
Don't make me tell the cops about you.
I don't want any cops asking me about dogs and stuff.
Don't you dare threaten me.
I'll give you what you want, but don't threaten me, okay?
-You're really... -What? What?
Forgive me.
Please forgive me.
Forgive me. I never meant to hurt you.
You just can't threaten me.
I can't stand being threatened.
Please forgive me.
Okay, it's okay.
-Really? -Yes, it's okay.
How are you? Does it hurt?
Does it hurt much?
Let's go to the bathroom.
You need to wash that.
Please.
-No, I'm fine. -Forgive me.
Please forgive me.
Wait. Wait.
-You have rights. -What are you talking about?
The cops.
You don't have to see them.
Don't let them in the house without a warrant, okay?
Right.
-Call me if you need me. -Okay.
-If you need money. -Right.
Get a doctor to see that leg.
We need to get rid of him.
We need to...
...find out, we just need to find out...
...how they found him,
and that's it.
Kill him.
Kill him!
I swear,
this isn't personal, Velásquez.
This isn't about you.
It's just that I have to try and do it
exactly the way it happened.
Understand?
And that implies that some people have to suffer.
But it gives me no pleasure to do this.
What is it?
No, come, sit down. Sit down.
It's okay.
Here.
I remember.
Cain.
What?
-Cain. -Is that his name?
He'll come after you and Marina.
You have no idea...
And?
They're going over the tests. What happened?
He had a headache all day long.
I was with him tonight, he got up all of a sudden,
he sat down on the bed,
so I made him lie down again and calmed him down.
-Did he say anything? -Yes but I don't know what.
Doctor?
There is a tumor in his right hemisphere,
pressing on the forebrain.
What is your opinion?
We need to wait. We're getting other opinions.
We'll try to operate, but it depends on the specialists.
But we need to treat the infection
which is putting huge pressure on the brain.
Alright. Thank you.
Doctor.
Do you think he'll lose his gift?
I couldn't say.
What matters now is saving his life, right?
Right.
It entered the right temple, possibly a .38 caliber.
A hollow-pointed bullet.
That's right.
This shot came from the front, aimed at the chest.
From approximately a 45-degree angle,
aimed from above,
from five yards away.
-With a 9 millimeter? -Right.
So he was shot while he was on the floor.
Right.
What else do we know?
His liver is bloated.
It could be a case of mild statotis.
Fat in the liver,
possibly due to excessive alcohol intake.
That is totally irrelevant to the investigation.
Right.
We also found traces
of unmetabolized cocaine.
He took at least a gram before he died.
-More irrelevant data. -That's what I thought.
Where was he shot first?
In the head.
The blood was concentrated in that area.
But that wasn't the shot that killed him.
Incredibly.
What about the paraffin test?
It's positive.
I think he shot himself.
If it's a suicide, it's kind of weird.
Talking strictly about suicides, yes it is.
And if not, what would we talk about?
We had a few similar cases some time ago,
but there was only one shot to the head.
We believe only one gun was used in all those cases,
a .38 caliber, possibly a Smith & Wesson.
What does that mean?
We discovered that all five victims
played Russian roulette.
I suppose you also ran a ballistics test.
Of course.
The bullet in the congressman's head matches the others.
You mentioned an investigation back then?
-I did. -Who was in charge of it?
Marina Segal.
Marina Segal?
Thank you.
Hello.
You bastard.
Is that how you treat your partner?
I have no partners.
Exactly what do you want?
We can't discuss it on the phone.
Okay. When and where?
That bastard.
Velásquez could live if that tumor is removed.
I hope so.
Tell me more about that Ronda guy.
Well...
...his dad died six months ago.
He sold all his photographic equipment.
He doesn't know who bought it.
Would you rule him out as a suspect?
He answered all our questions.
He seems honest enough. But I won't rule him out.
What then?
We have samples of the killer's blood and hair.
We're running DNA tests to see if Ronda is a match.
We need a court order.
Maybe not. He might cooperate with us.
Unless he's the killer.
Hopefully, Mazzoni. Really.
Good morning.
-Good morning. -I'm here to see Marina Segal.
She hasn't come in yet. Have a seat.
Yes. Yes, sure.
-Okay. -Thank you.
How was your vacation?
I wouldn't take one if I were you.
Take care of these.
Right. I need to get updated.
This one is urgent. Very urgent.
-Alright. -Can you handle it?
Let's take a look.
So?
It's black and white.
Exactly. You're the guy for the job.
Yes, that's what they say.
-Good morning. -Hi.
Here I am.
How far do you want to take this?
Honestly?
I don't know.
You dug up the body, you idiot, and buried it elsewhere.
But I didn't call the cops. You need to know that.
-I know. -How did they find him?
They just did.
It doesn't matter. How is this thing going?
No idea.
I've been improvising.
What do you want?
Justice.
Justice?
That's a little ambiguous. Justice from whom?
From my mom's killer.
What do I have to do with it?
You killed her.