How could you lie and cheat on her like that?
I did no such thing. I fell in love.
Marina.
I'm your brother.
Hello.
We'll check this phone's outgoing calls
to see when you last spoke with him.
- They're done. - Good.
He did a good job.
Don't call me here, you fool.
They want a DNA sample with regard to a homicide.
I'll find that bastard.
I'll place his picture all over the media.
You'll do nothing without my okay,
and get some proof if you want an arrest warrant.
I'll turn you in myself.
We have the killer's DNA.
We need to prove it's Ronda's son, right?
It's a match.
Ronda's son is our man.
"The manhunt is on.
Investigators look for Fernando Ronda."
It was Marquez's idea.
He got an DNA sample from the father's body.
I swear that bastard will know what hell is like.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
A blow for a blow.
I will destroy him.
An eye for an eye.
A tooth for a tooth.
A blow for a blow.
He will know...
...what hell is like.
What kind of camera is it?
What kind? A camera. It's just a camera.
I should file a police brutality complaint.
- What do you want? - We need to talk.
That's not necessary.
I think it is.
I need to make a fair decision.
Is that a threat?
No it's not a threat. Trust me.
What do you want to talk about?
About your hatred.
Is there anything worthwhile?
- When will I have something? - In a week if we're lucky.
Are you kidding me?
I want the information today. Understood?
And I want to be taller, on vacation with a new car.
Call me the minute you get something.
I was nine years old.
That morning I said goodbye as usual to my parents,
as I went to school.
As a nice girl with nice parents,
they would be there when I got back.
Nothing had happened. Nothing.
They were standing there, waving and smiling,
as I hopped in the school bus.
There was no motive, nothing, not even a hint,
about what would occur that afternoon.
Bye Laura.
Mom. Dad.
Mom.
Dad.
I didn't call anyone.
I didn't cry either. I wasn't scared.
I just didn't get what had happened,
so I sat in the hallway,
waiting for mom to come home and exlain it to me.
But mom never came back.
And the explanation came long after,
when I got my dad's belongings with a letter he wrote
before blowing his brains out.
She ran away.
I know that.
And you hated her for that.
She deserted me.
And I was only nine.
For what it's worth, she regretted it all her life.
I don't care and I don't know why I'm telling you this.
We have his picture, but not the camera.
- That was to be expected. - He'll strike again.
Marquez.
Good job. We know who he is and we're looking for him.
Go have a drink and rest. You deserve to.
I'll call you if something comes up.
I have a name for you.
What do you need to know?
Everything.
Jorge Diaz, a cop.
One of ours?
He reports directly to the Secretary of the Interior.
Is this official?
Personal.
That's very risky.
I know that, but I need it urgently.
You don't have to do it.
Why do you need to investigate Diaz?
He's investigating me.
You?
Why would he investigate you?
I made a mistake.
What mistake?
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I just need to know one thing.
Are you guilty or innocent?
Innocent.
Okay, I'll try.
But I don't know you if something goes wrong.
Deal.
NAME:
DOWNLOADING DATA.
Any news?
Nothing.
We found nothing at Ronda's place.
No cameras, no files.
The bastard is on the loose with his tools.
What did Mazzoni say?
What could he say?
That we did a great job, to let somebody else go after him.
Take the day off, yada yada yada.
You look tired.
Lets get drunk in a bar.
I can't.
I'm busy. See you tomorrow.
"The search continues."
Nice picture.
Very nice indeed.
"The chief of police stated
"they are making every effort to find Fernando Ronda,
and they expect good news in the next 24 hours."
Well,
let's give these people a break.
Come on.
Get up. We're going for a walk.
Well done.
Is there something else you need to know, Diaz?
Not at all.
Any news about the congressman?
Not yet, but you will be the first to know, trust me.
You're very kind.
Who knows?
Maybe you won't think I'm so kind after all.
- Let me in. - What's the matter?
- He's coming. - Who?
He's coming, I need to hide for 10 or 15 minutes.
Please.
Does it hurt?
A little.
I lent mom some money.
She can't pay me back today like she said.
- And? - He found out.
We're not exactly rich.
Of course he's angry.
In just five or ten minutes he'll calm down.
That's enough time to kill somebody.
- He won't kill me. - He won't?
We have our fights.
What if he gets tired of hitting you?
What when hitting you isn't enough?
Mind your own business.
I...
...didn't mean to kill you.
I didn't enjoy killing you.
That wasn't my plan.
But...
...all of a sudden you turned into a problem.
A problem alright.
A huge problem.
But anyway,
some things are blessings in disguise.
Dad said that.
A blessing in disguise.
He was right.
- Are you okay? - Yes.
- Yes? - I hate drinking by myself.
- Why the boat? - The bitch wants my boat.
She always complained about your fishing trips.
I asked her why the hell she wanted a boat.
Hello.
This is Renzo.
I'm on my way.
Marquez.
We found his ID on him.
The cops told us about the arrest warrant.
Good.
Anything else?
Yes.
This.
There's the driver.
You're the driver?
It was too late to stop.
He jumped on the tracks?
Did he jump on the tracks?
No, he was lying there, face down on the tracks.
Does that happen a lot?
Jumping in front of a train?
Don't be ridiculous. Lying face down on the tracks.
All suicides do the same thing,
even lying face down on the tracks.
- Marina. Renzo. - You know it's late, right?
Yes, I just want you to know we found him.
Run over by a train.
Do you need me there?
Not at all.
It's not a nice sight.
See you tomorrow then.
Alright.
Right.
Bad news?
No, quite the opposite.
I don't get it.
We've got everything.
Are you 100% sure?
Yes we are, the DNA test showed a match
between Ronda's father and the killer.
What else?
We found a newspaper clipping with his photo,
so I guess he panicked and killed himself.
Is there a motive?
A motive?
I guess he admired his dad's photos very much,
the murders his dad took pictures of,
which I guess he considered works of art.
We have all we need to call a press conference.
- I would wait a few days. - Why?
Because we don't have answers to all their questions.
We'll be sticking our necks out. You know that.
The guys upstairs will come at us too.
I am no rookie, much less a baby, Mazzoni.
Please just inform them on the phone.
You forget something. The elections are in two months.
- And? - A press conference is better.
I won't be there.
I am not a clown, sir.
I am not.
- Where are you going? - To Miami.
- I hate jigsaw puzzles. - I hate trains.
My God.
What have you got for me?
Be careful. This guy is well connected.
He's protected by some very important folks.
How important?
All the way up, so much so, they're in the stratosphere.
What else?
He's the perfect cop.
He doesn't drink or smoke, he pays his taxes.
He has a wife and a kid, a mortgage and a dog.
A saint.
Be careful.
Your phone is bugged, so watch what you say.
Got it.
I don't know why,
but they're watching you.
What now?
Get more information.
Thanks.
So, old man Ronda's son.
Did you know Ronda?
Yes, well, more or less. Not really.
He got there, did his work, and then went home.
He's the kind of guy you never notice.
I didn't even know he had a family.
Yes he did.
A mentally disturbed wife and a psychopath son.
My God.
All that matters is you solved the problem.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
What is it?
I wanted him alive.
There are lots of unanswered questions.
We didn't find the gun,
or the files of the crimes he copied.
I don't know, I just don't.
Maybe he worked somewhere else.
Maybe.
Renzo, you've got a DNA match, haven't you?
Plus his refusal to give you a sample.
He was on the run. There's no doubt in my mind.
Plus you know perfectly well that with killers like him,
first you have to arrest them,
and then if you can, try to understand them.
Maybe.
Why don't you stay for lunch?
How dare you?
What do you have against me?
Nobody seems to understand me.
I'm not eating with your girlfriend.
I am 70 years old. I won't be around much longer.
That's no reason for me to stay.
You treat me like some kind of traitor.
What did you expect me to do?
Sit in this chair waiting to die?
What did I expect?
You cheated on mom.
This relationship started while mom was alive.
Alive?
For God's sake.
Your mom was a ghost when I met Nuria.
You know she had been a ghost for years.
She was sick.
More than just sick, she was dying.
But I still talked to her.
What did you say to her?
I bathed her.
I brushed her hair and fed her as I did for so long,
then I told her,
because I couldn't hide it from her anymore.
I told her because I had to.
And when I was done, I swear to God,
she smiled at me.
I was more than just frank, I might've been blunt,
and she smiled, so my question is,
what is my crime?
I did everything I could for your mother.
I was at your side while you grew up,
until you let me, and any way I could.
I've been sitting in this chair for 15 years now,
with Nuria's help,
because she didn't meet me like this.
But she didn't run away when I ended up like this.
So I ask you, why are you so offended?
Why are you so ashamed of me?
What terrible thing have I done,
so as not to deserve your company?
Nothing, dad. It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry.
- One at a time. - How did you find Ronda?
Because of several factors.
First there was an intense investigation
that was carried out by the task force involved,
using the invaluable resources
that forensic science has placed at our disposal.
When I suggested that we needed this new force,
I insisted that they should be equipped
with the latest technology available to fight crime.
Considering that this was a killer
who seemed to think human life was meaningless,
was it logical for him to kill himself?
That is recisely what madness is all about.
It is totally illogical.
Excuse me, but will those of us who live in this city
be able to slee eacefully after tonight?
You have my word. He won't kill again.
They've been able to stabilize him,
especially the pressure on the brain.
- Are they going to operate? - Only if there's no change.
Can he hear you?
We think he can. But we don't know if he wants to.
- Keep me updated. - Alright.
Relax, this takes a while.
"Minister declares case closed after killer found dead."
You missed all the fun.
It was awesome, the cameras, all those reporters.
We felt like rock stars.
Should I applaud you?
Whatever. What's wrong?
We're not rock stars, son. We're cops, cops.
All we did was pick up the pieces of a killer's body,
who we didn't even find alive.
And that makes you proud? I'm not.
What else could we do?
We identified him, didn't we? We cornered him.
He panicked and killed himself. So what's the problem?
What else could we do? That's my question.
Justice isn't served if we don't get them alive?
Where is the camera and those files?
What was our source? What? What?
Good morning.
I'm on my way.
- Bad news? - You idiot.
That was rude.
So what if a finger's missing? He was run over by a train.
Take a look.
Closer.
The missing finger isn't that important.
The wound is what really matters.
He was mutilated long before the train hit him.
So?
Dogs supposedly attacked the suspect in a warehouse.
I personally examined the tissue
that was found in the dog's mouth,
but there were no corresponding wounds.
However I did find this.
This was done with a sharp object.
I also found these.
Stop it.
Renzo,
Ronda died long before the train hit him,
and he was strangled.
No way.
He was.
Those marks on his neck prove it.
What about the DNA test?
We don't have much to go on, just two.
So he could be one of several killers.
An accomplice?
That's possible. Or he's got a brother.
No way, the report says Ronda had one son.
Reports go wrong.
Then I need a DNA test of the killer and this poor man.
- Fine. - Shit!
I sent the samples to the lab.
I'll call you as soon as I get the results.
The doctors say the operation was successful.
I'm not in pain.
You look just fine and I have good news for you.
They got the killer.
Where is he?
He's dead. He jumped in front of a train.
I want to see him.
Alright, I'll take care of it.
Now I'd like to run some tests.
I understand.
What do you understand?
You need to know if I still have my gift.
Do you?
I don't know.
Do you want to know?
Just do it.
I need to see Mazzoni.
- What did Morini say? - Ronda's son was already dead.
That's what a train does to you.
Before that, you idiot!
Jerk.
We have a problem.
Morini says Ronda was dead before the train hit him.
- Who could've done that? - The monster we're after.
Don't we have a DNA match?
Between Ronda's dad and the killer,
not between him and his son.
The file says he had just one son.
The file is wrong sir.
Yes?
Wejust got a call from a hotolab downtown.
There's another roll of film, Catain.
Shit!
What?
There's another roll of film.
Give me that address.
More pictures.
What?
It could be a mistake.
Whose mistake?
The photolab's mistake, or ours?
The sun.
You need to get some rest.
I've lost it.
I won't know until I run some more tests.
You're still under the anesthetic.
Maybe it's for the best.
Your pictures.
Miss.
Yes?
When was it brought in?
First thing this morning. At 8 a.m.
Do you remember his face?
Did he fill out a form?
Yes.
- Let me see it. - Right away.
What?
My God!
Mazzoni,
please send some backup to that address.
UP HERE.
Where did we go wrong?
I don't know.
Morini just called.
The DNA test proved
that Ronda's son and the killer are siblings.
You think I should take Marquez off the case?
Please don't.
His mouth.
His eyes and his ears.
Every single orifice was plugged.
Just one nostril was left unobstructed.
Upon making contact with the acids, the carbide...
Renzo.
- This isn't necessary. - Just do it.
Upon making contact with the acids and liquids,
the carbide produced gases inside the body,
that couldn't find a way out.
His windpipe, stomach and intestines
doubled in size,
and just before exploding...
He was alive.
He was alive before he blew up.
I love you, Dad.