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Any resemblance to real events or characters is purely coincidental.

Chávez?

Chávez, where the hell are you?

Almost there. Don't touch anything.

OK.

DEATH IN BUENOS AIRES

We got the call more than an hour ago.

We could've finished up already.

-We're going to be late. -What do you want?

Like I don't have enough to deal with already...

-Unlike you... -What about me?

-I told you we were out of time. -"I told you, I told you."

-Stop! -No, don't shoot, I'm a cop!

Who are you?

-Not even a flashlight! -Flashlight!

Turn around slowly.

-Who are you? -Officer Gómez.

-What about matches? -Matches!

If it's any help, I have some.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was on duty at the station. A lady called

complaining about the music.

It's the kid from the 17th precinct. He found the body.

He's OK.

The commissioner told me not to leave until the people from Homicide got here.

Get out of here!

Sorry, boss... Captain, I mean.

Inspector Chávez.

Did you touch anything?

-No... I... -Get out of here.

Yes...

Now and then some guys would come around.

The gentleman liked to throw parties.

The neighbors were always complaining about the noise, you know?

Who came?

Several came regularly.

There was one who came more often.

Do you remember his name?

-Kay-bean. -What?

Kay-bean, that's what it sounded like...

I never understood the guy's name, but it sounded like that: Kay Bean.

-Kay Bean? -Yeah, Kay-bean.

-The safe? -I can't find it.

Excuse me.

The one that's crooked, move that painting.

-Kevin! -What?

His name is Kevin.

No, please, ma'am,

this is a crime scene, you can't touch anything, please, ma'am.

She's the sister. Blanquita.

No, ma'am, you can't be here right now, please.

-No, no, you can't take it. -Please...

We'll give it back to you when we finish the investigation, ma'am.

-Inspector. -Your Honor.

We were at the same party when we found out about this tragedy.

It's been a while since I've seen you at a crime scene.

The man who died is not just anybody.

He comes from a family of noble lineage.

Which means: absolute confidentiality.

No press, no scandal. Am I being clear?

Don't worry.

Oh, well...

<Snowflake, it's me, Kevin,> <where are you?>

The sister said a few things were missing.

Family heirlooms...

They always say that, that it was a robbery. I don't know.

There's something more here.

This case is... different.

What a stupid thing to say, Chávez!

Every case is different.

What happened?

They killed another fag.

Remember the parent-teacher meeting is tomorrow.

People trapped in elevators. A new plan of programmed black-outs

until January 15th. from 7 to 10, from 9 to 12.

Candles and batteries are running out. See? Yesterday's blackout was planned.

Got to stock up.

Put him through.

A tragedy in one of the country's most prestigious families.

Jaime Figueroa Alcorta, one of Buenos Aires' most sought after bachelors,

was murdered in his apartment in Recoleta,

victim of a robbery.

Look, Inspector Chávez has never left a case unsolved.

He's just like his father, may he rest in peace.

He's infallible.

I trust the Police.

And I trust the Justice System.

The only thing I request is confidentiality and speed.

Time passing is the truth getting away.

Good bye, sir.

Asshole.

The judge is uneasy.

He asked me to make sure you stopped by his office today.

No way, I have a parent-teacher meeting.

He wants to solve this case as soon as possible.

And I want to make ends meet...

They make us work, Commissioner, they make us investigate, run around,

and in the end they cover the whole thing up. You know how it is.

Not this time.

The judge himself called me on behalf of the family,

this time he wants to catch the criminal.

The criminal?

-There has to be a criminal. -Of course.

Your father would have solved it already.

Ask Ramírez to give you a hand.

Ramírez died three years ago.

If your father were alive, Ramírez would have given him a hand.

Do you remember Ramírez?

A decent guy?

-Have some patience. -Patience?

These people have no patience.

He's got problems.

His kid is suffering from insomnia.

No, he's so little!

The psychologist diagnosed somnambulism.

-Really? Does it have a cure? -I don't know.

Inspector Chávez?

I was told to bring him the statement.

Who are you?

-I'm the one who answered the call. -What call?

The call about Alcorta's death.

I'd like to help with the investigation.

You?

I just thought I might be of some help.

-Get up, Anchorena. -Chávez, how are you?

I'm sorry, you know... the insomnia is killing me.

-Really? -Yes...

My kid has the same thing.

A stuck-up lady came in here, rushing me along

because of the Mass, the wake, busting my balls.

So I had to work fast, he's already dressed.

Cause of death?

Asphyxia by strangulation. You ask me, they stabbed him afterwards.

I agree.

There's so little blood, the living bleed more, see?

There are several superficial lacerations.

Given the angle, the murderer is probably right-handed.

Sado-masochism?

Could be. Though it's pretty unusual that they make cuts.

Those types generally take care not to leave any marks

and here you've got some very deep cuts. Even more unusual with a scalpel.

Anything else?

Cavities, a real sweet tooth this gentleman.

Thanks, Anchorena.

-What are you looking at? -Nothing.

What are you doing here?

I brought the statement.

Very kind of you.

And I wanted to give you something,

I realized later I'd left with it.

Don't you know you're not supposed to touch anything?

What did they teach you at the Academy?

I didn't do it on purpose. I just put it in my pocket without thinking.

Now how can I be sure it was there?

I'm supposed to take your word for it?

It was there.

I'm sorry, boss. It's my first homicide.

The parent-teacher meeting, Chávez, is the only thing I asked of you.

It slipped my mind. Like I don't have enough to deal with already...

Our kid has problems too.

-It'll pass, he's still little. -Little?

That's just it, Chávez, it's because he's little.

What are you doing?

Aren't you supposed to fade into the crowd?

What do you think, honey?

I don't understand why Dolores doesn't explain these things to you.

Dolores thinks it was one of those hustlers.

-What do you think? -Well, I don't know.

With the information you gave me I can't put anything together,

tell me a little more. Where did the guy get that much money?

From his family.

And you're sure he was gay?

Well, nobody wants to say so, but...

Then Dolores is no use to you on this case.

Quite the opposite, she gives you away.

What do you want me to do? Go alone?

Risking your life for that measly salary...

Don't come back late.

What a waste!

I haven't seen you around in a while.

I had a kid.

Spitting image.

They killed one of the Alcortas.

Yeah, I know. He was a good customer.

Tell me about Snowflake's lover.

-Who? -A guy named Kevin.

Which Kevin? Here everybody's named Kevin.

They can't all be murderers, can they?

Everybody claims to be a killer these days, it's fashionable.

And this? Who distributes it?

I don't know, I've never seen it before.

There's not going to be any trouble, right?

No, don't worry.

Aren't you going to give me a card?

I don't use them, sorry.

Ok, I'll leave you to yourselves.

Have fun.

Follow him. Report back to me later.

Let her be.

Let her be!

Come in.

What's this?

It's the control tower.

Come here, get closer.

You know who's that?

-No. -An important perfume businessman.

And that one?

The son of a politician.

Look at what he does.

Do they know?

Not quite, no.

You paid attention to me.

-What are you doing here? -It's my night off.

-Are you a fag too? -No, no way.

I thought you were going to blow off what I said about the matches.

They say the first hours

after a crime are the most important.

I came to investigate a little bit.

This song sounds familiar.

Is it the same one that...?

Yes, it's the same one.

What do you think?

Who did it?

-Are you following me? -No.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

What the hell are you doing here?

-Asshole! What are you doing? -Sorry.

Sorry, it wasn't intentional.

I said it wasn't intentional!

-Boss, he's getting away! -Follow him!

Hey, stop! Kevin!

It's OK, kid, we lost him.

Caligula is going to kill me!

We destroyed Manila!

-Ready. -Ready.

Nineteen.

Three, five, five, six. Nineteen coins.

A re-match, Inspector.

Come on.

-Ready. -Ready.

Eighteen.

Eighteen coins!

No way! How do you do it, boss?

It's the miracle bestowed upon him by the Pope.

Didn't you know Chávez saved John Paul II's life?

Have you heard anything about a guy named Alcorta?

Try at the club.

Take care of yourself, boss.

I'm not your boss.

Miguelito, put that down.

-Do something, Chávez! -Shut up!

-I told you: keep that gun out of reach! -Don't move!

Miguelito...

Come on, let it go. Come on, let it go.

Love...

-Stop or I'll shoot! -He's a cop, he's a cop.

Lower your gun.

Sweetie, it's me, Daddy.

Hey...

Here. Do you want some candy?

You want some candy?

Take it, come on.

Take it, come on.

Give me the gun.

Very good.

Come here.

Sorry, it's the first time I draw my weapon on duty.

-I got nervous, I didn't mean to... -It's OK, kid.

We'll be thanking you for the rest of our lives.

Thanks, kid.

Chávez gets into a fight, throws a couple of punches,

it starts to get ugly, more and more guys show up...

-More and more... -Fairies?

I don't know if they were all homosexuals, there were a lot of guys.

Good morning, Chávez. Did you sleep well?

Fine, OK.

Excuse me.

Come in.

I was just debriefing the kid.

There was no need to create such a ruckus

to find a garden-variety murderer.

What are you going to do, Chávez?

Go into every dive in the city asking about Alcorta?

I risk my ass for two bucks...

-How am I supposed to investigate? -Any suspects?

A few. The prime suspect is Kevin,

-Snowflake's lover. -Lover... lover... The friend.

Was he named in the will?

Good question, I'll keep it in mind.

The sister, is she the principal heir?

Naturally. She's the only family Snowflake had.

Very good, I'll leave then.

Keep me informed, please.

The family asked me to give you this present.

A little something for your efforts

and to help to cover the cost of the investigation.

They're aware of how little the police earn.

The only thing they have asked is

that we solve this case quickly, so it can be closed and filed away.

So... If I solve it fast, do I get a bonus?

Sorry, boss, it wasn't on purpose.

-It's OK, kid. -I never meant to cause you any trouble.

I promise I won't bother you any more, forgive me, please.

I requested your transfer to Homicide so you can help me with the case.

More fun than being on guard duty, right?

Thanks, boss, thanks.

-Thank my wife. -Yes.

It was her idea. She says you deserve a reward.

Sure. No, I mean, that's not necessary.

-Come with me. -Where are we going?

-Shopping. -Careful.

Good. Is this length all right?

Fabulous bearing your nephew has.

-What's the occasion? -He's getting married.

Good news. Turn around, please.

Your uncle is a demanding man when it comes to ties.

They're my weakness too. I have four thousand.

Really?

That tie is one of ours. But I've never seen you here.

It was a gift from a friend.

His name was Snowflake. Did you know him?

Yes, a great client.

He still had to come by to pick up some collar stays.

Discreet knot,

not like that showy thing some wear.

One second, please.

This one is nice.

Tie it.

I use a clip-on.

Would you go to bed with a guy?

-What? -With a guy.

With a guy?

With who?

Judge Morales, for example.

Um, no...

Yes or no?

The judge reminds me of my Dad.

-Excuse me. -Oh, sure.

You go to Manila a lot, don't you?

You have a collection of those matchboxes.

I like the music.

It was better before, though.

I don't go there to pick anybody up, I like to dance.

With your looks you must get lots of attention.

You're very attractive.

You think?

-I like dancing too. -Really?

But my golden years have already passed.

No, don't say that.

Do you have something to say?

You're very handsome too.

-Cut it out, kid. -No, I mean it.

I think I like you.

Are you being serious?

-Very serious. -Stop, stop.

Well, did it work?

Fuck.

Yes, very convincing.

But don't let it go to your head.

I feel I got a bit stuck.

No, you're getting the hang of it.

One more time.

No, we've already practiced enough.

Look, boss.

Pardon me.

I'm waiting for someone.

I wanted to ask you for an autograph.

I'm easy to get.

Washington, Washington Rodríguez. But people call me Goose.

For Goose,

with warm regards, Kevin.

I rarely get recognized here.

I go see you often.

Splendido, splendente...

Have a seat.

No, your face looks familiar from somewhere else.

A previous life?

Could be.

Thank you, Javier.

-Sugar? -Yes.

-Can I pour you some? -Please.

-Thanks. -How many?

Two.

One...

Two.

Do you like scones?

Scones.

Help yourself.

No!

That's for butter.

-Butter? -Yes, for butter.

It's shaped that way to spread butter.

-In England they call it butter blade. -What?

A knife for spreading butter.

It doesn't cut, see?

Yes.

I like the ones that cut.

When I was a kid I made a dagger by myself.

The suit looks fantastic on him, don't you think?

Whatever.

He has an excellent demeanor.

The suspect is very elegant too.

He puts on airs.

They make a nice couple. You can tell he likes him.

Where is that dumbass going?

I told him to stay here.

Back home we had one just like that.

-Are you collectors? -No.

His name was Sweet Craving, he was my first horse.

-Did you grow up in the country? -In Paso de los Toros.

-I was born in Uruguay. -I am from Casilda.

How lovely.

-Do you like horses? -Yes.

A very close friend of mine loved them.

This was one of his favorite paintings.

Whenever he looked at it he'd say: "These horses are fat."

Excuse me just one second.

-Has anything sold, Raquel? -Yes, one of yours sold.

This brochure is for you.

You look very pretty today.

Nice paintings.

-Good afternoon. -Hello.

Excuse me, how much for that painting?

Six hundred thousand dollars.

-For this tiny one? -Eighty thousand dollars.

It's pretty, isn't it?

It must have cost you a fortune.

It was a gift, from a friend.

That's cool.

I mean, it's cool to have friends like that, right?

Yes, he was very kind.

Super generous.

He got me the club membership, changed my life.

-The club? -The club has been my livelihood.

The fishing's good in the springtime.

Public relations.

It's interesting work, you meet a lot of people.

I used to take care of everything myself, but now I delegate a lot.

I'm not that young anymore.

What are you talking about? You're super young.

-Did you know I recorded an album? -No.

It was Snowflake's last present.

For my birthday.

I don't care what you thought.

What if it went wrong and you got caught?

-But I didn't get caught. -Don't interrupt me when I'm talking.

Sorry, I got nervous, and didn't know what to do.

You were great.

What?

This is the last time I warn you, Gómez.

Next time I'm sending you straight back to the 17th. You got that?

I think maybe it's better if I just take off.

I don't want to be the one who ruins the investigation.

I'm the one who makes the decisions here.

Is that clear?

-I didn't hear. -Yes, boss.

Yes, boss...

Now tell me, what did he say?

I found out a ton of things.

This is Kevin's autograph. He's right-handed.

What else?

Heart tie knot. Public relations.

Snowflake is generous. Gave him a car and a recording session.

And you can buy the cassette.

Careful, it has Kevin's fingerprints on it.

Good work, kid.

What about the envelope?

What envelope?

The envelope the old lady at the gallery gave him.

It was a brochure.

-She gave him an envelope with money. -I don't know, he didn't say.

He is not going to tell me everything, we're just getting acquainted.

Did you make any plans?

He wants to see me on Saturday.

Where's he going to take you?

I don't know, but I think he likes me.

It looks like rain.

I better go before it starts coming down.

No, you're going to get soaked.

You live in La Boca, right? I'll give you a ride.

Don't bother, I have my motorcycle outside.

You're not going to ride a motorcycle in this rain.

It's not that close.

Don't worry about it.

You don't have to take me, I can manage.

You gave me a ride home the other day.

I'll return the favor.

Bring the painting.

Play the suspect's cassette.

If you want I can get out here. We are pretty close.

-You'll be late. -Don't worry.

My son goes to sleep really late.

Nice song.

Here is OK.

Tell me where it is, you're not going to walk in this rain.

Don't worry. It's right over there.

I'll walk with you so you don't get the suit wet.

No need.

It's just a minute.

It's here.

Lili!

You can't come in.

It's bad luck.

-Bad luck? -You've got to be patient.

We are almost there.

The groom can't see her with the dress on.

Baby, go to your room.

Congratulations.

Thanks, boss.

Well, thanks for the ride

and for the suit.

Take care of it, we need it for the investigation.

You can keep it, take it as a gift,

for saving my boy, for saving us.

-Everything OK now? -Yes, come in.

-Good night. -Bye.

Then Papa Mole...

arrived home

and the whole family was together again.

And they lived happily ever after.

Goodnight, Daddy.

Go to sleep, son.

If you like I can teach you some other fun tricks.

If you're up for it.

What are you looking at?

Do you see that woman over there?

She's a witch.

-Who is she? -Snowflake's sister.

-She used to drive him crazy. -Why?

I don't know. Family stuff, the ranch, the stud-farm.

Snowflake used to say she only cared about two things: Money and her hair.

Her hair?

Yes, her hairstyle. There's nothing wrong with that.

You wear yours so short.

If I let it grow too long, it gets all curly.

You're shameless, I've been calling you for a month.

Give me back the Berni.

-What was that? -Wait, wait, wait.

Will you do me a favor?

Buy some hot dogs.

Sure?

Even the cook realized it was a bad copy.

-I don't have that Berni. -Yes, you do.

The Berni and other things too.

Who was that guy?

-No idea. -Don't look at me.

What about these clothes?

He gave them to me.

How is it that some guy you just met buys you gifts?

Don't get jealous, boss.

He must have felt sorry for me

because from the get-go I told him I don't have a dime.

I cannot lie.

Did he try something? Did he try to take you to bed?

He said what about going to a hotel and...

he wanted to feel me up.

Where did he touch you?

In the convertible, on the way here.

-And what did you do? -I told him I was confused,

that we could be friends.

He told me not to play with his feelings.

I don't think this guy is the murderer.

I don't either but it has to be him. Who else could it be?

The truth is this fellow just fits the bill.

No way. It's over.

I think you're too fond of the suspect.

No, boss, it's not that.

I just don't think he's the murderer.

He doesn't scare me.

He doesn't scare you, you feel sorry for him, you like him...

-Are you a fucking fag? -No, boss.

Well, I don't think so.

It's over.

-Let me stay on the case. -It's over!

Don't worry about it, it's just work.

Chávez, let it be.

I'd better go.

The hot dogs?

They run out.

This looks good on you.

-You think? -Yes, I like it.

The guy you were talking to was at the gallery.

No...

You're dreaming.

It could be.

Lately I feel like I'm being followed.

I followed you.

Are you mad?

Anything else?

-Another scotch, please. -Another?

It's the best room, enjoy yourselves.

What are you looking at?

What are you doing?

You lost a button.

Chávez!

Chávez!

-What are you doing? -Stay still!

-What are you doing? -Stay still!

Stop! Police!

-He tried to kill me! -Get down!

-Are you OK? -It was just a game!

It was just a game.

It's a one-way trip.

You were great.

What's the matter, kid?

I thought he was going to kill me. You guys took forever.

Relax, have another beer. You're a great cop.

Plus your partners say you're well-endowed.

The video doesn't show anything, it's just a logical deduction.

Congratulations.

Don't mind him.

He's jealous you stole the limelight.

A good policeman shifts his hat

to start his job.

What are you doing?

Guys, my turn.

Hold him tight.

Don't be a sissy.

Don't treat me that way.

Don't cry, where have you seen a cry-baby murderer?

I'm not a murderer.

And I'm not a cry-baby.

You killed him when he realized

you replaced the originals with copies.

Why would I kill him for that?

What do you think?

That someone wants to pin it on me.

-And almost killed me. -Don't exaggerate.

You have nothing to prove I killed Snowflake.

I have falsified paintings, a scalpel,

a tie, and an attempted homicide.

The kid wanted to play with knives.

They're going to complain a little about all the press,

but then they're going to congratulate me.

Case closed.

Inspector Chávez is infallible.

They silenced Snowflake because he talked too much.

Didn't the kid tell you?

What was he supposed to tell me?

That the Alcortas send drugs to Europe.

Do you want proof?

I think he felt rejected.

Who? Chávez?

Where is he?

He was in the cell with Kevin.

Ramírez, go get him.

Where are the candles?

Slow down, don't go so fast.

Easy, easy.

Enough already.

Get in, you drive.

Did I do a good job?

Very convincing. Be careful with the accelerator,

you step on it and it will fly.

So, what do you say, Chávez? Does the uniform look good?

Slow down, nobody's following us.

He said he was smitten by me,

that he was mad about me.

At first I thought: "poor fool",

but in the end...

Slow down!

Osvaldo!

Osvaldo!

Watch your words.

Everything is fine, Osvaldo.

You better not be putting me on.

What a doubting Tom.

What is all this?

An obsession of Snowflake's.

They place them in quarantine before sending them overseas.

Horses suffer a lot when exposed to changes in temperature.

Imagine going from the Buenos Aires' heat to the freezing cold in Europe.

If the horses are not well acclimatized,

they get nervous, they lose weight.

In Casilda we transported them and nothing ever happened.

They would get a little more sensitive, that's all.

This one is called Snow.

She was Snowflake's favorite.

She's already getting old, poor thing.

Is that so...

Snowflake adored his horses,

he couldn't stand to see them suffer.

What is that?

They must be about to ship them.

What are you doing here?

A late night ride, Leo.

Let's go.

I love the smell of the countryside.

I grew up outdoors,

like a wild boy.

I can't imagine spending my life in a cell, Chávez.

Don't worry, you won't be in jail for long.

Did you find anything?

No, but there must be something back there.

Keep looking.

What are you doing here?

Careful, boss!

Stop, get down!

Stop him!

Petric, do you copy?

Send two units and an ambulance to Diagonal Sur.

<Chávez, where are you?>

Hurry up, Kevin was injured.

What did you do?

I wanted to hit the horse.

How did you know we were here?

Sanfilippo asked me to follow you.

That's strange, I didn't see anyone.

Why didn't you tell me about the Alcorta's business?

-That's another one of Kevin's lies! -Why did you shoot him?

-You said to stop him. -But not to kill him!

He's dangerous. Last night he tried to kill me.

I just wanted to defend you.

-Defend me? -Yes.

I don't believe you!

You don't believe me, but you believe a murderer?

Kevin is innocent, he's a small-time art thief.

Speak, what do you have to do with all this?

Nothing! I thought he was going to kill you!

Don't lie! Do you think I'm an idiot?

What are you doing?

Don't you see?

I got scared. I thought something could happen to you.

I'm going to kill you.

Take him.

They can report you for this,

you'll end up without a job, all because of this idiot.

-What are you talking about? -Don't play dumb.

I already figured it out.

-What? -About the kid.

-What? -It was the kid.

You didn't shoot him, Chávez.

I took him out of jail.

-It was my fault he died. -Why you defend him so much?

Look at the mess he's gotten you into.

Did they pay you off too?

They pin it on Kevin and case closed?

You don't know anything, be careful about what you say.

In the end everything worked out well, congratulations.

Everybody makes mistakes.

With this we close the case and you're in the clear.

Just have to write the report.

At first I thought they were kidney stones, but I was wrong.

This isn't a horse, it's a mule.

But how?

It's very simple, they make an incision next to the uterus,

with that they form the pocket, they place the capsules inside,

then suture shut. Flawless.

Kevin was right.

They gave her a little job because she was old,

couldn't play polo anymore.

Listen Chávez, not a word about this.

I want to live in peace.

Did you go pick up the tickets?

I didn't have time. I'll go now.

Ok, soon, please.

Running?

Vacations. I'm going to spend a few days at a friend's house in Rio.

You ought to take a nice vacation with your family.

The Alcortas are drug-traffickers. Did you know?

You can go home, Santi.

-When you leave, close the door. -Excuse me.

I've just come from the morgue.

What are you looking for, Chávez?

Snowflake was against it, that's why they killed him.

-The case is closed. -But Kevin didn't kill him.

Whatever you have dug up won't help you find out

who killed that poor devil.

Let's be frank.

What do you want, more money? Didn't we have an agreement?

I want to know who killed him.

It could have been anybody. That Snowflake was terrible.

Always inviting every Tom, Dick and Harry into his house.

Everyone knew how he was going to end up!

Everybody knew he would end like this.

Very well.

Have a good trip.

Boss!

It's so great you came! So good to see you!

What are you doing?

We're going for a ride.

-Nice knot. -My girlfriend tied it.

Did you have fun with Snowflake?

What?

You killed him because he cared about the horses?

I didn't kill him, Chávez.

You killed him and then waited for me.

Why would I kill him?

And then they got you to follow me to see what I'd find out.

I found this before coming down here.

You know where it was?

-In the horses' stomach. -What is it?

Don't play dumb! I'm not falling for that.

Start talking!

I swear, I don't know what you're talking about. What is that?

What were you doing there that night?

-My job. -What were you doing there that night?

Ok, stop.

Shut up, keep quiet!

What is this? Are they friends of yours?

What are you saying? You're crazy. I don't even know who they are!

-Did your boss send them? -You're my boss!

I swear I have nothing to do with all that.

Let me go back to the party. I'm sure they are looking for me everywhere.

Shut up, keep quiet.

Good evening, officer.

-No parking in this zone. -Sorry, I didn't know.

Don't worry. We're Federal Police,

Inspector Chávez, Homicide.

I need ID and the registration for the car.

Of course.

Here you go.

Just a minute.

Are you sure they aren't with you?

Chávez, are you crazy? I don't know them.

Keep quiet.

Stay where you are.

What's going on?

Wait here.

What's the matter, officer?

Don't move. Who do you work for?

Drop the weapon, put it on the ground! Hands up!

Who do you work for? Who are you?

Officer Suárez, 24th. Precinct.

Tell me the truth!

Chávez, it's a routine check.

Shut up, don't move!

-I beg you, for my daughters' sake. -Tell me the truth!

No, no, please!

-Have mercy. -Tell me the truth!

Don't kill me, sir. Don't kill me!

Boss, he's just some poor guy.

Enough. Calm down, please.

Sorry, kid, I'm sorry.

Go away. Go away.

I'm going crazy.

Easy.

Calm down, everything's fine.

Calm down, Chávez.

I'm sorry, kid, forgive me.

-Forgive me. -Calm down.

I'm going to miss you, boss.