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Iván, meet my wife María.

It's a pleasure to meet you ma'am.

The pleasure's all mine.

Can you give me a second?

Yes, I'll be here.

I need the address Tamara's at.

Is something the matter?

She hasn't called, and I'm getting worried.

There's another issue.

Ismael phoned me and I think he's in trouble.

I need you to go to this address.

What kind of trouble?

I wouldn't ask you to go if I knew.

Understood.

What about your wife?

That's my problem.

Hello there.

What kind of woman leaves her baby with a stranger?

One that's very upset about the death of her husband.

So where is she?

With her other kids, telling them they will never see their dad again.

And she had nobody else to leave him with?

They moved here a week ago.

Poor little thing.

He must miss his mom so much.

When is she coming to pick him up?

I'm taking him to her, in fact,

it's not the best time to visit me here.

So why don't you go home, I'll take the kid home,

and then we can talk.

Sit down!

First tell me why you didn't tell me about Ibarra.

Do you want me to get fired?

Go home, I'll take the kid, and we'll talk all you want.

Honey.

Don't make this any more difficult, please.

There's a mother waiting for her baby.

She'll go crazy if I don't take him home.

Can't you see that?

I'll come with you.

How about that?

Or is it too much trouble?

No trouble at all.

I found this in your purse.

I guess you're nuts, but why did you try to kill me?

Why did you try to kill me you bitch?

You promise not to scream?

You promise not to scream, you bitch?

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you, you bitch?

I'm talking to you, damn it!

Looks like nobody's home.

No, she's in there.

I'll take a look.

Pick up the phone you idiot,

I'm outside the house with your kid.

Give me the baby, honey.

I talked with her. She's expecting me.

Is she okay?

Yes, she sounded a little weird, but...

I really don't know.

Okay, I got him.

-Calm down. -How can I calm down?

I went all over the house. Even the closets are empty!

The whole house is a trap.

-Tell me who you are. -What do you want?

-Bitch! -This?

Tell me your real name! Who are you?

-You're dead. -No.

You're dead.

I don't know how to use this thing.

How do you use this? Who are you?

Somebody wants you dead.

-Somebody wants you dead. -Who? Why me?

Thanks.

-Attention, post one, over. -Go ahead, Pelícano.

We found the bag in the river.

What's in it?

Human remains, a torso, probably female.

Understood, Pelícano, thanks.

Wait here. I'll send a car.

Alright.

I made a mistake.

I don't know how...

The only reason you're alive

is because the kid needs his mother, got it?

Got it?

I get fifty percent.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, officer.

I was on my way home, you'll think I'm stupid, but...

Okay, okay, okay.

Take the gentleman to his car.

My God! What happened to you?

She slit her wrists.

She tried to kill herself?

Yes but she's fine, thank God.

The cuts weren't that deep. The baby saved her.

-How is the baby? -He's just fine.

She wants to be alone with him, she asked me to...

...wait here for the doctor.

I did it to protect you.

What?

The Ibarra thing.

I was afraid of your reaction. I didn't know what to expect.

And I was mistaken.

But I did it for your sake.

Forgive me.

-Please, please, forgive me. -No, honey.

There's nothing to forgive.

-Man! What a day! -Right.

Give me that. I'll get it washed.

Hot bath?

Yes, yes, a hot bath.

Give me a minute.

I need to see if Emiliano's back.

Okay.

-Yes? -Iván, what did you find out?

The place was crawling with cops.

Did they nab Ismael?

No, he jumped in the river. I doubt he'll make it.

-And my kid? -He wasn't there.

He isn't here either.

What were they doing there?

The cops say they're involved with some human remains.

What?

A woman's torso, to be exact.

Sir?

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, yes I did.

Any instructions?

Go to Ismael's place. He'll be there if he's alive.

Okay.

What kind of trouble are you and the other fool in?

Where is he?

Your friend that jumped off the cliff is dead.

-Dead? -Why were you there?

-What were you dong there? -Smoking.

-Answer me damn it. -I already did.

We were high, we heard sirens, and we just panicked.

He took off.

He told me to call you. He slipped and I freaked out.

You left out the part about the human remains!

I had nothing to do...

The cops found it.

-What's going on? -They found it!

What's going on?

Answer me!

Ask this madman.

I was trying to explain to him

that some things need to be taken seriously.

Before those things ruin his entire life.

Did you have to smash his guitar?

-I want the truth! -What do you think I want?

I'll be in the tub.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Sorry to bother you, ma'am.

But I need to speak with Ismael.

And you are?

A friend of his.

A friend of his?

The friend that gives him tons of cash?

Or his drug dealer?

I don't know what you mean, madam,

but I really need to speak with him.

I have no idea where he is.

And I could care less.

I don't think you understand madam.

For your son's sake, I need to speak with him.

My son's sake?

Do I look like I care?

He can rot in hell for all I care.

Are we talking about your son?

That scumbag is no son of mine.

No son of mine would kill my man.

Or steal my life savings.

So get lost.

Yes?

He's not home, sir.

Are you sure?

I spoke with his mom. She hasn't seen him.

She could be hiding him.

I doubt that, sir. The woman wants him dead.

The kid killed her boyfriend.

How would you know?

Moreira told me about it when he decided to hire him.

He said he convinced him

when he put his stepdad's head on his desk.

She also says he stole her money.

Damn it!

Sooner or later she'll tell the cops everything.

Another thing.

-What? -I think I've seen her before.

I mean the mother.

I know that, Iván. When?

-I'm not sure. -Where?

There's only one possible place, sir.

It's just a gut instinct.

And I always trust my gut instincts.

Okay then. Make sure you deal with it.

You again? Scram or I'll call the cops.

Some people need to learn some manners.

Are you asleep?

Don't you ever sleep?

Only when I forget the bullet in my chest.

You don't sleep that much either, do you?

I guess we all have a bullet in our chests, Iván.

Give me some good news.

The woman's no longer a problem.

Although sometimes I hate my gut instincts.

She was here 15 years ago.

She had to bury her husband in a hurry.

She took out a life insurance policy

for one Fernando Rueda.

Ismael's father.

-You let him live? -He's just seven, Ibarra.

So now he's... ...seventeen.

Haven't you had a slip of the tongue with your family?

-What family? -It's just a coincidence.

Don't worry, he won't remember.

Right, maybe he won't. Maybe he won't.

I'll stay away from Emiliano then.

No, make sure he stays out of trouble.

That kid will surprise you.

Or maybe you'll bump into each other and...

...it all comes back to him just like that.

I've requested a DNA test, and her dental records.

But they'll just tell us what is so obvious.

Juliana Rivas, seventeen,

got her entire body back.

Those damn fools!

The body's of a Juliana.

A student at the school Ismael and your son go to, sir.

Valdez doesn't have all the details yet.

But the cops have been watching them for a while now

because of the death by another student by poisoning.

The kid Ismael killed.

The kid Ismael killed?

Was it a job?

Is there anything else you forgot to tell me, sir?

I didn't forget, Iván. I thought it was a random case.

How should we deal with the case of the mutilated girl?

As a problem we need to solve.

Then we need to know the whole truth, sir.

So we can know exactly where the mess is,

and clean it up.

Only two people know the truth.

One of whom is probably dead.

You need to talk with your son.

I've already tried.

It wasn't easy.

We all have a breaking point. You just need to find his.

Yes I know. I am his dad.

So I can only use so much pressure on him.

As you must know, sir, I have no such limitations.

I certainly won't hurt him.

Ismael has all the time in the world.

The cops think he's dead.

Alright then.

You may use pressure on him, but at a distance.

Very well.

Sir.

We need to be prepared

if the pressure at a distance doesn't work.

That's a nice bike.

Well?

Could be.

How long have you had it?

Don't tell me you think I stole it.

Of course not. It's just a question.

We need to talk.

-About what? -About your buddy Ismael.

When was the last time you saw him?

-Here in the school. -When?

Yesterday was the last time I saw him.

Did he say he was in trouble?

Did he look worried, nervous?

Or in bad shape? Anything?

Why don't you ask him?

I'd love to, but he decided to jump in the river.

Is he dead?

We won't know until we have the body.

Last night.

Why?

Maybe getting caught with Juliana's body in a bag

had something to do with it, don't you think?

There's some mistake. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it was his accomplice that killed Juliana.

Or both of them, right?

Ismael wasn't alone. We found some other bike tracks.

Tracks like these.

Give me a break.

You think it's me because my bike's like that one?

There are lots of them. Are you going to interrogate all of us?

There might be lots of them,

but only one has Ismael's fingerprints. And guess what?

The bike is in our hands now.

You know why we have it?

Because he decided to go home swimming.

So he left his bike standing there against a tree.

Do you believe me now?

That it's your friend's bike?

What about me?

Cool it kid. We didn't find your bike.

You're free to go.

Tell Monte we have a match.

We need a search warrant for Ismael Rueda's place.

Okay.

You've been here all afternoon. Are you having supper?

I'm not feeling well. See you in bed.

How long ago did it happen?

Twenty-four hours max.

What've you got?

Whoever did it searched every nook and cranny.

Especially the kid's room.

Good evening.

I need to see the room.

This way.

They took some clothes, but no valuables.

The jewel box is intact.

That means they value her used knickers more.

Keep in mind that she could've survived the fall.

This way.

Do you really think he'd kill his own mother?

Do you really think we're dealing with a psychopath?

Didn't you see the girl's body?

I'll get a recent picture of the kid

and send it out to every single station.

Give me your flashlight.

Switch the lights off.

This looks like blood stains.

He took a duffle bag with him.

The bastard is alive!

Turn the lights on.

Send out another team to the river he vanished in.

I need to confirm that he is still alive.

Or find his dead body.

-Yes. -Is that clear?

Yes, but we need to clear that with the boss, sir.

The case is closed!

You have a body, a suspect, dead or alive.

Let somebody else do it, Sánchez.

-It's a mistake sir. -Why?

Because he could have an accomplice.

The girl is dead, damn it.

If you really want to help, go over those files.

You could still solve some of them.

Go on baby. Don't you love your job?

There're lots of possibilities.

I'm having breakfast with the boss.

Stop wasting my time, please.

Read those files.

Choose the one you like best and write a report.

Yes sir.

YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH IT THAT EASY YOU FOOL

Have you ever been

hopelessly in love, don Ávila?

No, I guess not.

Then I don't think you'd understand.

I need them to find the bastard.

What for?

I just told you.

I'm hopelessly in love.

With your boss I guess?

Am I that pathetic, don Ávila?

No, to each his own is what I always say.

But that doesn't explain why.

Uncertainty, don Ávila, is deadlier than cancer.

And if my boss dies, I'm going with him.

If the body doesn't show up,

he'll wait for him for the rest of his life.

He'll always hope it was all a misunderstanding.

He'll die of a broken heart. He needs to know he's dead.

His ashes won't convince him, Benito.

-Very well, sir. -I'll be right back.

Good morning.

-Don Ávila? -Yes.

Detective Sánchez, Homicide.

You're wasting your time. They come in here dead.

-I'm worried about your son. -That makes two of us.

We think he's involved

in a girl's death and dismemberment.

You don't seem to be too surprised.

Nothing my son does surprises me.

If you knew him, you'd know he's a bum.

I think you should reconsider that idea sir.

With pleasure.

I will as soon as...

...you show me some proof.

Sir.

I have a surprise for you.

I got you your favorite blossom tea.

Sir.

Sir.

I just hate coroners.

How come? They just do their job.

They make mine harder.

They emptied her.

They took samples and filled her up like a doll.

I don't know what to do with her.

I just had an interesting chat with a Homicide detective.

A Mr. Sánchez.

He thinks...

...for lack of proof,

that Ismael and my son

are involved in a girl's dismemberment.

Is that all?

Because that doesn't prove anything.

I know that.

So why are you worried?

I was a cop.

When a cop shows up asking dumb questions,

it's because he's poking the wasp's nest,

and then running away.

We need to move fast.

It's very difficult to work in this situation.

I need you to do whatever's necessary

to find out how involved my son and Ismael are in this.

And how it affects us.

Use pressure.

I thought you weren't coming.

I paid don Ávila a visit.

Don Ávila?

Yes, that little punk's dad. Emiliano.

I'm not letting this case rot in Monte's drawer.

Maybe this could help.

A missing young woman.

We're in Homicide.

Take another look, sir.

It's just what you need to give don Ávila the jitters.

Smart kid.

Tell me about your kid.

The boy killed a girl.

I had to send my employee to fix the problem,

but it looks like that employee was killed

while running from the cops.

-And your son? -My kid is fine. He took off.

He betrayed him?

No he didn't betray him. He fled like a coward.

He's your son.

You'd prefer them to catch him?

He'd be dead if he weren't my son.

What's the difference?

Give me a break. You don't have any kids.

-I gave him life. -Yes, of course you did.

Like a painter to his paintings,

or a writer to his stories, right?

Where are going with this?

Do you really think Borges never ripped a manuscript?

Or that Michelangelo was always ingenious?

Even God himself

had to kick Lucifer out of his kingdom

although he was his most brilliant angel.

-It's not the same. -Of course not.

Or what?

You think you're better than Borges?

O than God himself?

Amen.

Damn it!

Have you had dinner?

No, Emiliano isn't here yet.

He hasn't come home? It's late.

I swear that kid is...

There's no need to swear.

I think you'd be shocked by your little angel's doings.

Really?

He's in a lot of trouble.

I know that.

So you know?

I mean serious trouble, María.

So serious the cops are looking for him.

They think he killed somebody. Did you know that?

Yes.

The gentleman just told me.

Good evening, don Ávila.

Sorry to show up so late, Ávila.

I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you.

With me or my son?

It's about you this time.

How can I help you?

It's about her. Do you know her?

Yes I do.

We worked together at an insurance company.

What about her?

She vanished a couple of weeks ago.

I'm sorry to hear that, the last time I saw her was...

...a few weeks ago? She came over for me to sign some papers.

Remember, honey?

I never saw her again after I quit my job.

You never saw her again?

Why would I? We were just workmates.

Just workmates?

Yes. We were just workmates.

This e-mail was attached to the report.

If somebody's reported missing...

...we request all of the available data.

She wrote her sister six months ago.

Do you recognize the bracelet?

Don Ávila, do you recognize the bracelet?

Because if you look here,

in the e-mail to her sister, she says you gave it to her.

That there was some kind of commitment.

Are you sticking to your story that you were just workmates?

No.

Help! Help!

THE DON MUST DO WHATEVER'S NECESSARY

TO PROTECT THE BUSINESS

"Killing well to live better." Anonymous quote.