Epitafios (2004) s02e13 Episode Script

How are you?
I'm fine.
I ate my husband's arm
yesterday.
Why can't you
leave me alone?
It's a clear case
of multiple personality
and extreme schizophrenia.
They usually only hear voices,
but in rare cases,
the voices have faces.
He consults somebody?
No, he was obeying someone.
There's a master and a slave.
This will give me
so much pleasure.
So much pleasure.
Don't worry.
You're not going to die
so easily.
I don't think so, you bastard.
Good morning,
I just got back home,
and I noticed
the lock was forced,
as if somebody
broke into the house,
and I'm afraid
they might be inside.
So please send a patrol car
over here to help me.
Yes.
Santana,
number 857.
Santana 857.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Is anything missing?
Sir, is anything missing?
I don't know.
They trashed the place.
Kids get a kick
out of this kind of thing.
Is the basement
down there?
Don't worry,
there's nothing down there.
- I'll take a look.
- I said don't worry!
As you wish.
- Are you okay?
- Yes, thank you. You can go now.
Call us if you need us.
Don't worry.
We'll be around here.
Now we're even.
Don't even think about it,
you son of a bitch.
- Take it easy.
- You're on your own now.
You're insane, Renzo.
And the mirrors?
Where are the mirrors?
Where's the warrant?
Screw the warrant, I'm putting
two slugs in your skull.
One for Marina
and one for me.
- This is a huge mistake.
- I don't care.
Show me your face,
you son of a bitch!
Show me your face now!
Drop it!
- Drop it, now.
- Toss it away from you.
He's Renzo Marquez!
Renzo Marquez, he's a cop!
Ask for backup.
Tell them it's a cop.
I understand, Suarez.
I appreciate it.
I owe you one. Bye.
Marquez went crazy.
He's firing at other cops.
What?
There's an arrest warrant.
They'll hunt him down.
Come on.
Suarez.
When was the last time
we saw each other?
At a friend's wake?
We're lucky
there're no bodies.
Did you get him?
No, he got away
before we arrived.
Are you going after him?
Forget it,
his attorney moved fast.
He filed for protection,
claiming that his client
was assaulted by a cop.
Our hands are tied, Mazzoni.
Goddamn bureaucrats.
So?
He broke in the house,
shot the owner,
chased him all the way
to the railway depots,
while shooting to kill,
so your guy is totally insane.
What would you do face to face
with your dad's killer?
Read him his rights?
I'd probably kill him
with my bare hands,
but I'd never
fire against my own.
Your guy crossed the line.
I need an hour.
Just one hour, Suarez.
Fine.
Just one hour, that's it.
Yes?
You have an hour
to disappear.
Your phone's tapped.
What happened
to that bastard?
You shot him, didn't you?
You need to get
a search warrant.
There's all the proof
we need.
No judge will sign one
after what you did.
Where is he?
Don't even think about it.
No?
He says all the proof we need
is in the house.
Go in there? He's insane.
We need a miracle thanks to him.
Let's go, there's little time.
Where to?
Ajudge friend of mine.
We should be at Renzo's
when they search it.
You do that.
Take me to the courthouse.
Maria.
Go away.
What's wrong?
Please go away.
Oen u.
Go away, I can't let you in.
Go away.
Son of a bitch!
Calm down, Maria.
Hand me the gun.
It's all your fault!
It's your fault!
The car keys, Maria.
Give them to me.
He's got them!
It's okay, it's okay.
Let's go.
Let's put our friendship
aside for a moment.
I'm here precisely
because we're friends.
I need that search warrant.
- I'll talk to you like a judge.
- I'm listening, Your Honor.
Supposing I were to sign
your search warrant
without any solid
evidence whatsoever.
What would be
the consequences?
No idea. You're the expert.
The consequences would be
that any young attorney
fresh out of law school
could make a fool out of me.
He'd wipe his ass
with my search warrant.
Understood?
The bastard
killed two of my cops.
That changes nothing.
It changes everything, damn it!
He's killing my cops.
Cool it, cool it, let's talk
like the friends we are.
Alright, I apologize.
It's true,
you can't take any kind
of action against him now.
But tell me,
what if he threatened
to kill somebody?
Could you do something
to protect them?
I see.
Sure, if the person's life
is in danger,
I could grant him
permanent police protection.
Is that okay?
That's something.
Suarez, do you need
to trash the place?
Plus this is the wrong place.
So that's why we can't find
any papers, or money
He moved fast,
as if somebody warned him.
Not necessarily.
We cops know the procedure.
I guess that's it.
But we need to remember
that there's a possibility
one of us could've lost
his sense of duty,
out of friendship, I mean,
what do you think?
About friendship?
It means a lot to me.
- Any suspects?
- It could be anybody.
- Sir.
- Yes?
There's a dead male
in an apartment upstairs.
A lady says she saw the owner
leave with a man.
- When was this?
- About an hour ago.
Don't touch anything.
Get the coroner.
- You need to pay in advance.
- I heard you.
Third floor.
Who is she?
His neighbor, I guess.
What is their relationship?
I have no idea.
The neighbors saw them leave
after hearing gunshots
and they found
her dead husband inside.
Has he lost his mind?
What's going on?
I don't know.
He switched it off.
You know Suarez.
He will hunt him down.
We need to know
what's going on.
We'll have to ask Renzo.
Fine.
I have to be somewhere.
If he contacts you
by any chance,
let me know, I'll leave it on.
What do we do now?
I need some bandages
and alcohol.
What are you going to do?
Kill him?
You can't just kill him.
There's a justice system,
defense attorneys to
I know there's a justice system
and defense attorneys, Maria,
but there are also alibis
and a lot of bastards.
A lot of bastards.
You could go to a hospital
and get patched up.
There's nothing I can do.
I am so tired.
I need some bandages.
Please.
Try not to move.
That kind of thing
is very painful.
I know, I was shot right there
a few years ago.
I guess you recognize me?
Chief of Police Mazzoni,
detective Marquez's boss.
What do you want?
I'm concerned about you.
More so after I heard
it was a police officer.
I was shocked.
So have you arrested him?
He's a sick man.
Who, Marquez?
No, he managed
to get away.
What a shame.
Isn't it funny
how some things never change?
Tell me about it.
He's a cop.
Detective Marquez
is a great cop.
Yes, I know exactly
how you cops function
in this kind of situation.
You do?
- Sure.
- How?
You look out for one another
like a bunch of roaches.
I feel like a fool.
A real fool.
I'm responsible
for my people's lives.
I failed them,
and that makes me mad.
I'm looking forward
to the day you'll have
to face Marquez.
Me too, you son of a bitch.
Me too.
- What is it?
- I'm going out.
- They're out there.
- I'll be fine.
- Where are you going?
- To say goodbye to a friend.
Morini.
Renzo.
You are totally insane.
The entire Department
is after you.
My God!
Let me take a look.
My God!
You've lost a lot of blood.
You won't get old
unless you get treated.
Getting old is the least
of my problems.
Can you help me?
- First aid is all I have.
- Do it.
This way.
Have a seat.
Can you tell me
what's happening to you?
I'm just tired.
I don't mean physically.
What do you mean?
I pulled out the slug
that killed this guy,
and compared it to the one
you shot at the other guy.
They're very similar.
- Who is he?
- A son of a bitch.
Could you be more specific?
It was either him or me.
Alright?
While I understand that,
I'm not the judge.
I don't give a shit
about the judge.
This will help you a little,
then you'll need to see
a specialist.
- Okay, okay.
- Okay?
Right.
Marina?
She isn't here.
They took her body away.
Renzo.
What?
I'll tell you something
that's not in the report.
What?
He didn't kill her,
if it's any consolation.
What do you mean?
She shot herself.
Renzo.
What?
You can still
stop this madness.
And I will.
- What did you do now?
- What do you care? Where is it?
The phone.
This car is around the corner
from your place.
Get rid of it, okay?
Take care.
This is our chance
to start a new life.
But now you want
to kill this guy, so we can't.
We'd be running
for the rest of our lives.
I never ran away.
Maria.
We do things
knowingly or not.
I did what I did
in self defense.
Maria.
Listen to me.
You need to file
a report tomorrow,
saying I took you hostage.
That's not true.
Screw the truth.
I want you to do it.
Why?
Because I killed
your husband.
I killed him.
They won't believe you.
It's my gun.
Promise me you'll do it.
Maria, you have to do this.
Promise?
Try to get some sleep.
- Hold on, hold on.
- That's not necessary.
Thank you. Goodbye.
That's okay.
You can go now.
I'd love to go,
but we have to protect you.
Court order. 24/7.
I don't need your protection.
Talk to the judge.
Meanwhile we have our orders.
We'll be in the car.
Assholes!
Hello.
Hello, you sick bastard.
How's the house doing?
You'll regret this.
What are you talking about?
The camera? The mirrors?
Hello.
Listen, moron, I need to talk
to the guy with a brain.
The other guy?
But of course.
He's not there anymore,
after I smashed the mirrors,
of course.
Suffer.
Suffer.
You lived all your life
through that camera lens,
surrounded by a bunch
of mirrors.
You never saw
anything real, did you?
You'll regret this.
I'll give you a taste of real life,
you son of a bitch.
I want my camera.
I want my camera back.
You hear me?
It doesn't work like that.
Take it easy.
I'll get back to you.
Mazzoni speaking.
Hello.
Marquez?
Yes.
You're with Marina, right?
Rlace a flower
on her casket for me.
Sure.
Thanks. One more thing.
About my neighbor.
I killed him.
It wasn't his wife.
Listen to me.
I did it Mazzoni.
Is that clear?
I heard you,
now please listen to me.
What are you up to?
I'm going to kill
the son of a bitch.
Don't, Marquez.
We need that evidence
and we'll get it.
I'll take his head to you
on a platter.
Marquez, listen to me.
Shit!
Yes?
Hello scumbag.
I was expecting your call.
Really?
Yes, we need
to take care of this now.
In two hours, alone.
Two hours, fine. Where?
A very familiar lace.
Think about it.
There's candy and bodies.
Ronda's lab?
Good boy!
Who's talking?
The guy with a brain?
You got a new mirror?
I'll see you there then.
Alone.
What's he doing?
I'm awake.
We need to tail him.
- What's wrong?
- They forced the lock.
I'm not going in there.
Slowly.
Slowly.
At the end of the hall.
Careful, careful.
"Change of plans.
We talk later."
Son of a bitch.
- What's that?
- Let's go.
What's that?
- We didn't see a word of it.
- And the other thing?
It's a metallic object this size,
like a camera.
Hello.
Hello.
I'm sorry I didn't show up alone.
The cops keep tailing me.
What's the matter?
You've run out of ideas?
No, I just didn't know
what to do.
I was desperate.
You were just desperate?
Not more desperate?
Yes.
But I wanted us
to reach an agreement.
An agreement?
What's in it for me?
What do you mean?
That's the thing.
There's nothing for me.
Nothing.
You took everything I had.
You moron.
You're the dumbest killer
I've ever heard of.
What did you say?
I'm starting
to understand your dad.
He must've thought
he had a son
who is a badly
developed picture,
smeared with shit.
What did you say,
you son of a bitch?
Hello.
Hello.
Let's go for a walk.
Get back!
Drop it.
- Stop, Renzo.
- Back off.
Calm down, calm down.
This is a mistake.
I'll blow his brains out.
- Drop your guns.
- I'll blow his brains out.
- Drop your guns.
- Him first.
I said drop your guns!
Drop them now!
Don't be stupid, Renzo.
Back off Mariano.
Back off, back off.
Back off. Renzo!
Back off, back off!
Back off. Back off. Back off!
What are you
going to do to me?
You'll see.
You're supposed
to turn me in.
Really?
You don't say.
Would your dad
approve of this?
I don't know.
You can ask him yourself
pretty soon.
Get out, you son of a bitch.
- What are you up to?
- Out!
So you're going to kill me?
What will you do for a living
after you kill me?
We'll see.
Here's your partner,
you piece of shit.
I told you
you wouldn't be alone.
And you won't be.
There you go.
Here's some company.
She's all yours.
That's it.
Mazzoni speaking.
Yes, yes.
Yes. Go ahead.
Repeat that.
Four.
Thanks.
Lagos, this is Mazzoni.
There's another roll of film.
They just phoned
from the photo lab.
Here's the address.
The bastard died the same way
he tried to kill Velasquez.
Do you think
we'll ever find him?
That all depends
on how hard
we look for him.
Burn those pictures.
- What?
- Burn them, I said.
What about the body?
What body?