Epitafios (2004) s01e01 Episode Script

EPITAPHS
Benitez.
Write this address down,
detective.
Go ahead, I'm listening.
What's there?
- A surprise.
- That's a little vague.
Be patient, detective.
I'm certain you'll find
the little gift I left you
to be very interesting and
not the slightest bit vague.
- Anything else?
- Yes. Go by yourself.
No, negative.
What's wrong, detective?
Are you bored?
How long has it been since
you've had any excitement?
Don't tell me you'd prefer
to keep losing at Solitaire
over an over again?
DRIVER IDENTIFICATION
You should give me a copy
of this picture.
Really? Why?
To have you all night long
on my night stand,
Renzo Marquez.
- To the Plaza.
- To the Plaza.
It's here.
Shouldn't we call
for back up?
We should stop smoking, too.
Take this.
What's this?
Trouble.
Martin?
Martin?
How long does it take
for a rocking chair
to stop rocking?
- Around four to five minutes.
Depending on the weight
that's on it.
My grandmother had one.
I used to see how long
it would take to stop squeaking
every time she fell asleep.
HE WHO KNOWS HOW TO EA
KNOWS HOW TO WAI
Benitez!
Benitez!
- Benitez!
- What is it?
- Come look at this.
- Headstones.
- Look carefully.
- I'm looking.
Look at what it says,
detective.
Det. EUGENIO BENITEZ HERE LIES
HE WHO NEVER SHOULD HAVE
- Who never should have what?
- I don't know.
- It has to mean something.
- Yeah, I'm sure it does.
Renzo Marquez.
That's the same Renzo
that
The same one. One of the best cops
I've ever known.
Renzo was your best student,
I know his story by heart.
You only know a portion
of the story.
You can tell me later.
Let's take care of this first.
Renzo's story has to be
a factor in all of this.
One of Renzo's mistakes
to be more precise.
Here lie those who unleashed
the fury of hell.
And the woman?
I think the woman
was part of that mistake.
Why don't you fill me in,
detective.
Later. Let's call
forensics first.
Come on, get going.
- And your father?
- Fine. And yours?
Fine. Tell him
that one of these days
I'll stop by for one of his
home-made pastas.
There's a party. You want
to come in for a drink?
You're putting me
in a bad mood.
It was a joke.
Seriously though,
I think you need a woman.
You're wrong.
Renzo, when I say
"a woman"
I mean a woman,
not your phantom psychologist.
That's enough, Clara.
I'm working.
- That's enough. Out.
- I'm going.
Yeah?
Renzo, this is Benitez.
Go ahead, Benitez,
I'm listening.
- Renzo, we need to meet.
- Okay, I'll give you a call.
- No, it has to be now.
- I'll give you a call, Benitez.
- Who was that?
- You're still here? Get out.
That's four pesos.
You owe me a lot more
than four pesos, Renzo.
- Anything?
- Nothing. Not even a print.
Keep looking.
- Did you find the head?
- Negative, sir.
Any documents, papers,
driver's license?
- Nothing at all.
- Who's at the morgue tonight?
Morini.
Tell Morini that I need
him identified since yesterday.
Have him call me anytime.
Okay. Anything else?
- Get a move on.
- Okay.
- Did you talk to Renzo?
- He hung up on me.
- Where are we going?
- To Renzo's house.
It must have been big.
What?
The mistake.
Four dead hostages
all 16-years old.
Four kids.
Shit.
Benitez called me today.
Benitez.
What does that old fox
have to say?
Not much.
Why did he call you?
I don't know.
What do you mean
you don't know?
I don't know, dad,
he wanted to see me.
- He wanted to see you and?
- Don't know, I hung up on him.
Did it ever occur to you
that maybe he needed you?
Yes, that's exactly why
I hung up.
You know something?
I'm tired of your
little self-pity game.
I'll get it.
My old pal Benitez!
Judge Malbec issued
a search warrant.
My friend.
Mostaccioli?
With Scarparo sauce.
Renzo, get another plate.
I'll get it.
And close the door,
there's a draft.
The pasta will get cold.
He has a lover.
How do you know?
He started going to the gym,
he bought new underwear,
and lately he's been having
after-hour meetings.
Look, it's my own fault.
Why?
I stopped being interesting,
I guess.
Why do you think that?
Nothing ever happens to me.
Nothing interesting
at least.
Interesting for who?
- For your husband?
- That's right.
And your husband
does he do interesting things?
Well, he works--
he talks to clients
But you didn't answer
my question.
Is your husband's work
interesting to you?
No, actually it's not.
I don't think it's
very interesting.
"tragic end to school hostage
crisis:. four students dead"
However, you are not
looking for a lover, right?
No, of course not.
- Let's stop for today.
- All right.
See you next time.
- On Tuesday, right?
- I believe so.
Great.
- Hello?
- Good Evening.
Who am speaking to?
To Dr. Laura Santini,
who's calling?
Nice to meet you, doctor.
I'm Dr. Morini,
forensics specialist.
I'm calling because
I found this phone number
on the inside
of a cadaver.
What's up, Benitez?
Someone's trying
to bump us off.
What?
We found
a cadaver cut into pieces
without a head.
two empty graves with
corresponding tombstones:.
one has my name on it
and the other one
Laura Santini's and yours.
Do you remember her?
- What's this guy's name?
- Santiago Penalver.
An ex-professor.
He arrived about an hour ago,
threatened the treasurer
and demanded
his severance pay.
- Hostages?
- He had four, but one got away.
They're all students
finishing their last year:
two males, one female.
He's got them in the office
on the third floor.
What's weird, is that he doused
them with some kind of liquid
but we don't know
exactly what it is.
- So what's he asking for?
- For the student
to go back to the office and
for the psychiatrist to come.
Did they find him?
She's trying to convince
the student to go back.
- What's the psychiatrists name?
- Laura Santini.
It's a woman, Benitez.
It's a psychiatrist
and she's knows him.
Let her handle it.
Hostages are never
turned over, detective.
You know that better than I do.
You never know.
Why don't you tell me
what you're up to?
Trust me, Alejandro.
You don't understand,
the guy's raving mad.
Yes, he's angry
with himself,
with the authorities
of the school,
but not at you guys.
I'll go with you, we'll be
together the whole time.
He's my patient,
I know him very well.
He listens to me,
he trusts me.
Do you understand?
Alejandro?
Okay?
Shall we go?
Yes?
Okay, let's go.
Excuse me.
Can I have a word with you,
doctor?
I don't know what
you have in mind--
I intend to calm
my patient down.
That's why we need to show him
that he's in control.
- Once I can speak to him--
- You're crazy. Crazy.
I spoke to your superior,
so if you'll excuse me?
No, I won't excuse you.
Listen to me.
Either we do it now
or it will be too late.
Okay.
- Let her do her job.
- Why did you call me, Benitez?
So we can watch
"Miss Know-it-All" do her job?
So you can do yours
while she distracts him.
There's a skylight
above the office.
- So?
- Do your job.
Doctor, we found a watch
and a ring
on one of the victim's arms,
and I thought you might be able
to recognize him.
The body is missing its head.
Are you sure?
Yes.
He was my patient
for two years.
His name is
Santiago Penalver.
There we go.
Fantastic.
Benitez will jump for joy.
What does Benitez
have to do with this?
He found him.
He was very anxious
to identify him.
I'm sorry, doctor, smoking
is not permitted in here.
Do you know Benitez?
Where did you find him?
In an abandoned house.
I don't really know
the details.
Why don't you call someone
who does?
What's the woman's name
that appears on that tombstone
with you?
What's her name, Benitez?
Laura Santini.
Laura Santini.
What went on between you two?
There must be a reason
for your names to appear
together on a tombstone.
What, four dead kids
isn't good enough for you?
Whoever did this
made sure not to leave
any doubt.
You and her together,
as if you were
one person.
- Did you ever see her again?
- Yeah, a few days later.
I can't sleep.
I just can't sleep.
It's that smell.
That damn smell.
Smell of what?
Burnt flesh.
- Was that the last time?
- No.
Hello?
Yes, Morini.
What's up?
Where?
Okay, is the doctor
with you?
Give her the address
to the house, I'm on my way.
What happened?
They found the cadaver's head.
They've identified it.
- Santiago Penalver.
- Where?
In Laura Santini's
car.
- I have to leave.
- I'll go with you.
So
- five years ago the deceased--
- Santiago Penalver.
Penalver goes to the school,
takes hostages,
you guys arrive, something
goes wrong, four kids die--
Oh my God,
you like to talk, don't you?
I'm trying to do my job.
- If it bothers you--
- No. What bothers me
is that you do it out loud,
little man.
- Little man?
- Martin.
Find out how he got released
from the psychiatric hospital?
That's $3.50.
Don't be an idiot.
Hello.
I thought you left
the force.
I did.
- How are you?
- Fine.
And your family?
No, it's better
you don't answer.
- What are you doing here?
- You don't know?
Somebody wants us to be together
and this time it's not me.
There's no doubt.
It has to do with what happened
at the school.
Why are our names
on the same tombstone?
It's the 100th time
I've been asked that tonight.
Why does everyone think
I can answer that question?
He's angry.
He has a reason to be,
right?
Now we're all here.
Do you think we're dealing
with only one killer?
Now it's impossible to know,
Benitez.
He was quite patient,
wasn't he?
He waited five years
to get the ball rolling.
And he undoubtedly
means business.
He's highly sensitive.
He has a sense of elegance.
He created a symbolic space
full of metaphors
- and symbols.
- Yes, he's highly sensitive.
Especially when he cut off the
head of that unfortunate soul.
Damn, it's so hard
for you to keep quiet.
You bet. Especially when
I listen to such nonsense.
- Don't get me going.
- Martin.
Could you step out
a moment, Martin?
Martin.
I got it, sir.
So
where would you start?
For starters, I'd assign
an officer to Laura.
- You should also have one.
- What about you?
I'm going to bed.
I work tomorrow.
Don't be a putz.
You know what I mean.
Are you going
to just stand there idle
while a killer is out there
planning his next hit?
What's wrong with you,
did you forget that I quit?
I'm out.
Don't you remember why?
- Did it slip your mind?
- No I didn't forget.
I think it's a chance
to make up for mistakes.
That has no remedy, detective.
Four kids died because of me.
Is somebody mad at me?
Well, they should be.
- I'd be mad, too.
- And those who are alive,
those whose deaths
you can still avoid?
Where I come from
we call that extortion.
Where I come from,
we call it common sense.
I've never had that. The doctor
knows that better than me.
And you do, too.
Think about it.
I'm leaving too.
- Martin will take you home.
- Thanks a lot.
Renzo's right,
we'll get you an officer.
Okay.
- Will you excuse me?
- Yes.
They just informed me
that Penalver
escaped from the mental
institution last week.
It looks like he got
outside help.
How about
your protection, sir?
I'm a big enough boy,
don't you think?
Go on and take care
of the doctor.
Yes, sir.
- Anything?
- Nothing.
HE WHO KNOWS HOW TO EA
KNOWS HOW TO WAI
Have you tried luminol yet?
Why? This guy is very
meticulous.
I don't think we'll find
traces of blood.
Try it.
All right, but we'll have
to get that from the lab
- and that will take time.
- You have all night.
I wouldn't do that
if I were you.
How do we continue?
I don't know.
These dogs are unpredictable,
you already know that.
You know that from
your childhood, right?
You know I do.
If you know that,
then sit down.
They may get nervous
if they see you on your feet.
You can make one call
only one,
your life will depend
on it.
I can call anyone?
Would put your life
in the hands of just anyone?
No.
Why don't you call Renzo?
Why the hell would someone
put your name
on a tombstone
next to that woman's?
Renzo?
I don't want to talk
about that, dad.
- But I do.
- Let's see, detective.
What happened?
Probably a lot of nonsense
on my part.
When it happened--
well, when that happened
I sought professional help
of course.
Of course.
I started
with two visits a week,
Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
During those eight months
I realized
that those were the only days
that I felt were worth living.
For my life.
For me
Tuesdays and Thursdays.
So, what happened next?
So I told her,
and I tried to convince her
that we should see each other
every day of the week,
we never got it together.
The end, detective.
Are you happy?
The killer knows that story.
He knows.
Hello?
If you hang up,
they'll kill me.
They'll also kill me if you
don't get here in ten minutes.
What's wrong, Benitez?
Someone put two dogs in my house,
only a couple feet away.
I might be able
to take care of one of them.
Are you coming
or am I on my own?
Why call me?
Why must you insist?
I didn't choose you,
he did.
- What, is he with you?
- No
but he's nearby.
Come on,
don't waste my time.
He's on his way, Benitez,
he's on his way.
Come on,
don't waste my time.
It's that smell.
That damn smell.
Smell of what?
Burnt flesh.
You have insufficient credit.
Son of a bitch.
Benitez. Benitez.
Where are you?
Can you call me?
I ran out of credit.
I can't believe it.
How do I get in?
The front door is locked.
Go in the back door.
Take it easy.
Nice house, Benitez.
Benitez, it's locked.
I know. I have a spare
in the car.
Why didn't you mention
it before, man?
I didn't remember,
I'm on the verge of passing out.
Where is it?
In the left tail-light.
Can you hurry up?
Are they close?
Too close.
- Are you in?
- No, not yet.
You think I'm on skates,
detective?
Be careful with the alarm.
- You didn't turn off the alarm?
- No, I have two.
They work independent
of each other.
For security purposes.
- Okay, what's the code?
- 1-2-4-8.
1-2-4-8.
Yes.
You have
seven seconds
after opening the door.
1-2-4-8. I don't know
if I can do it, Benitez.
You can do it.
The living room door
is locked.
You have to open it
to get them in sight.
- 1-2-4-8.
- Yes, 1-2-4-8.
They're separated
a couple feet away.
Right in front of the door.
Okay, tell me when.
You decide.
I trust your judgment,
damn it.
Stop screwing around
and tell me when.
I trust you.
Hurry, Renzo.
1-2-4-8.
The son of a bitch
changed the code!
Motherfucker!
What are you waiting for?
- Benitez?
- You made a mistake.
You think so?
I think I got it
right on the nose.
You should have killed me.
Easy does it.
All in due time.
That's the key,
you sick bastard,
your time is running out.
Here lies he who
never should have
trusted his best friend
It was him.
He put two dogs
in his house.
Benitez hated dogs,
the poor guy.
He was afraid of them.
He did his homework.
He knows about us.
He knows who we are.
No, he doesn't know us.
At least not me.
If he would have come
for me first,
I wouldn't even
have put up a fight.
Maybe he knew that and wanted
to get your attention.
It's no fun
fighting a cadaver.
I won't stop
until I get him,
you know that?
Even if I have
to do it alone.
You're not alone.