01x03 - Fernando Lacrosse: Negociante de Arte

[bunniefuu]

All characters, plots, situations

and stories in the show

are purely fictional.

Any resemblance to reality

is purely coincidental.

[in French accent]

Don't even think I'll let this one go.

Where did you pull it from?

My client is an important lawyer

and he has his clients.

Who does he represent?

[laughs] I can't tell you

because I don't know.

[in English] And even if I did

-[chuckles]

-[in Spanish] You never change.

Chérie,

I'll need to take it for an afternoon,

-to show my collector friends.

-Mm-mmm.

Fer, you know that I can't.

You don't trust me?

Of course I trust you.

But this is a sensitive matter.

[in English] Nobody can know about this.

[in Spanish] You have your camera.

[in English] Come on, take a picture.

[in Spanish] May I see

the certificate of authenticity, or

[sighs] That you can.

Merci.

-[in normal accent] f*cking Dodé.

-[winds camera]

[shutter clicks]

[winds camera]

BUTTER MAN

[groans]

[elevator bell dings]

Mr. Botello, why did you drop the charges?

Who are you?

Detective Elena Robles.

Tell me, Detective, how may I help you?

Why did you drop the charges

for Mr. Plutarco de Guzmán?

Very good question. Why don't you ask him?

[sighs] Look, sir,

I know you'll start talking

about attorney-client privilege and such,

but something doesn't sit right.

You represented Butter Man.

-That's right.

-But not anymore.

You're a professional, huh?

What a great investigation.

Well, if there are no more questions,

I'm going to my office.

Seems strange.

Me?

No, I hold no personal opinion.

I mean, that you don't

represent Butter Man anymore.

Did something happen, sir?

It happened that they ruled on the case

and it's common to change lawyers,

depending on the proceedings

you're facing.

But you should know all that

based on your investigation, right?

It's not that I don't like surprises.

Especially coming from

a little lady like yourself,

but you'll need to make an appointment

if you want to take up my time.

See you around.

-[phone ringing]

-[in normal accent] What's up, Mom?

[coughs]

[Emiliano] Are you better?

More or less.

Because I rushed to answer the phone,

I hurt my back.

I thought it was the school calling

and that something happened to you,

but no, it was the press.

What do you mean, "the press?"

What the f*ck

does the press want with you?

Why "what the f*ck?"

Why "f*ck," as*h*le?

What a mouth on you. Did I teach you that?

Mom, look.

Listen carefully, please.

What did the press want?

I don't know, not sure where I wrote it.

I wrote down that reporter's name.

Where did I put it?

[groans] It's just

Mom.

Let's see.

Ma

No.

I don't know where I put it.

Let's see.

-[glass shatters]

-Oh, damn!

Margarita, are you okay?

[Margarita groans]

[Margarita coughs]

See what you made me do?

My flowers.

[exhales] It all fell.

What time are you coming to eat?

I'm having some tacos, Mom. Don't worry.

I'll go soon.

Good.

I love you.

-[Margarita hangs up]

-[dial tone]

f*ck.

[Emiliano, in French accent]

I'll be needing your services.

What kind of services?

[laughs] Not those. The other ones.

[smacks lips] What have you got

that could possibly interest me?

A Dodé.

Which one?

[smacks lips] That one.

I need to sell it fast.

We'll be organizing a clandestine auction.

[people chattering]

Do you have

the certificate of authenticity?

-Mm-hmm.

-Okay.

I'm in. [chuckles]

[smacks lips]

Beautiful. I'll send you the invitation.

To dinner?

First the auction.

You don't need to invite anyone else.

-[smacks lips] Oh, no?

-Mm-mmm.

-I want that piece.

-Mmm.

And also that one.

Flirt.

-That sounds good.

-[chuckles]

[smacks lips]

-Oh, Fernando, Fernando.

-[laughs]

What evidence do you have

to link Butter Man with your case,

apart from nostalgia?

Nothing solid, Captain.

It's a hunch.

The con they pulled on Mr. Plutarco is

a copy of one Butter Man pulled in 1956.

Look.

BUTTER MAN

AT THE BANK

So, I need your authorization

to go to the jail and talk to him.

But didn't this happen in Mexico City?

Remember, they dropped the charges

and the case is closed.

I'm not paying travel expenses

for your field trips

It's here, Captain.

I'll pay out of pocket, don't worry.

I just need a few minutes with Butter Man

to ask some questions.

Help me with the authorization.

[sighs] Elena, I know it's frustrating

that you haven't solved your case,

but don't you think it's a little silly

to link your first case to Butter Man's?

Please.

Just one hour, Captain.

Off the record.

Help me with the authorization.

I'll see what I can do.

What does Beto think of all of this?

[exhales]

[people chattering]

Hey, Pablo.

Hey, how do you always

manage to get in here?

When you're charming,

you can do whatever you want.

Anything on Butter Man?

Not really.

It's more tangled than we thought.

Well, this is what will make us famous.

I just need to solve the case

so those idiots will respect me a little.

I can help you.

Keep giving me information

and we'll work together.

[Camacho] Elenita!

Hey, Detective Robles.

Why do they let the press

just waltz in here?

We need to talk with security. Damn.

All right, gentlemen.

Just letting you know,

they didn't authorize the visit

to interview Butter Man in jail.

What? Why?

I don't know, Elenita. [stutters]

You're the detective.

It was a resounding no, and that's it.

But, Captain, it's in our jurisdiction.

They can't refuse it.

Well, yeah, I tried.

There must be

There must be something, very suspicious.

He's a very high-profile criminal.

You can't just show up.

They're special visits.

Exactly.

We're the CIPD. Not just anyone.

So, who the hell has the authority

to block this, huh?

Calm down, Detective Robles.

Control your partner, Benavides.

Elenita

Eleni

[indistinct chatter]

[all murmur]

[in French accent] Good evening.

I think we all know why we're here.

This painting needs no introduction.

Without further ado, I'll start

the bidding at $400,000.

Who'll bid more?

$450,000 in the first row.

[Emiliano] $500,000.

Carmen.

I can't hear you. Who'll bid more?

$550,000 to my right.

$600,000 back there.

We're at 600. 650?

650 on the phone.

Anyone bid $700,000?

$700,000, fourth row.

$750,000, in the back.

Oh, là là.

$800,000? Anyone? 800

One million.

-[patron 1] What?

-[patron 2] He's crazy.

-[Emiliano] $1 million.

-[murmurs]

Ludovico.

One million, two hundred, anyone?

One million, two hundred on the phone.

One million, four hundred here.

The water's getting warm.

One million, four hundred million?

One million, four hundred

in the second row.

Do I hear one million, six hundred?

One million, six hundred. Ah!

One million, eight hundred? No one?

[smacks lips] That's what we're here for.

One million, eight hundred on the phone.

C'est magnifique.

[laughs]

One million, eight hundred, going once.

-One million, eight hundred, going twice.

-Two million.

[patron 3] Two million?

Two million for Ludovico.

-[applause]

-[patron 4] Two million?

[straining]

[grunts]

Congratulations.

Excellent acquisition.

[applause continues]

[music playing on radio]

I feel like they gave me this case

just to humiliate me.

[partner] Yeah?

Is that how you feel?

I think we're onto something bigger,

like we're just seeing

the tip of the iceberg.

But nobody listens to me.

There are too many coincidences.

Do you agree?

Well, yeah.

But here, the trained

and strong woman is you, honey.

You have to be smarter than them.

Why don't you lean on Beto?

-You're kidding!

-Mmm.

That idiot is useless.

[laughs] So, tell your dad, I'm sure he'll

help you get out of this very quickly.

No, no, absolutely not.

I want to do this without his help.

Just imagine if I go crying to him.

Then I'd be

the laughingstock of the division.

They already think I made detective

because of pure nepotism.

No, absolutely not.

-So, then, talk to Beto.

-[sighs]

He may be an idiot, but he's a male idiot.

Use that to your advantage.

He has a lot of experience

in the division.

Hmm.

Do whatever you have to

to follow your gut.

[music ends]

[laughs]

[dance music playing]

[Elena]

What the hell are you doing at the office?

At your house,

they said you were still there.

Just here, working.

Working on tomorrow's hangover?

No, no, Elena. Of course not.

[music continues through phone]

Do you have the information on Abelardo?

Oh, let it go already.

They dropped the charges.

Didn't you hear the boss?

Beto, don't you think it's suspicious

that this all is linked to Butter Man?

His 20 years of capture,

the money, his wanting to speak,

the lawyer doesn't let us speak to him.

-[agent] Just hang up, Beto.

-Shh.

Beto, are you listening to me?

Yeah, yeah, Elena, I'm listening.

So, what does

[mouthing] Your experience.

your experience tell you about this?

Well, that it's a coincidence,

that our case is closed,

and that you're stubborn.

Beto, aren't you tired?

Honestly, yes, I'd like to go home to bed.

Aren't you tired of being

the most mediocre detective in the unit?

What?

They put you with me to punish me.

Nobody takes you seriously.

You haven't solved a single case

in all your years of service.

You're about to retire.

I

Wouldn't you like to go out with a bang?

Well, yeah, I guess.

Then, help me, Beto.

Look, maybe you're right

and it's just a coincidence.

But, what if it's not?

You could leave a hero.

[music continues]

Fine.

I'll check out Abelardo tomorrow.

Thank you very much, Beto.

-Good night.

-[hangs up phone]

[screams, laughs]

See? [laughs]

You're not going to keep counting it?

I don't think you'd ruin our friendship

over a few dollars, would you?

They could be marked.

I'm just saying.

Fine.

I'll count them because you want me to.

I'll bet you've never sold

anything like this, Fernando.

No, I've never sold a painting like this.

This piece was stolen from the city's

Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art.

And it was stolen by none other than

Mexico's greatest con artist.

-This painting is priceless.

-Oui.

Imagine how valuable it will be

in a few years on the black market.

-I think you're a visionary.

-Oh.

[footsteps approaching]

[in English] Hey, darling.

[in Spanish]

Meet the supplier of the work.

And this is my man,

who managed this great sale.

-Nice to meet you.

-Enchanté.

I've got something in my eye. Sorry.

Are you okay?

[in English] You don't look fine.

[in Spanish] I'm fine.

Mr. Lacrosse, I'd like to talk with you.

Of course.

When we finish this in private,

I'll be happy to speak with you.

Excuse me.

Fernando, are you okay?

Oui.

I think I had too much to drink. [laughs]

[both laugh]

I'm going to get a little air.

Becky, dear, can you finish

counting Ludovico's money?

[machine counts bills]

[machine continues counting bills]

We're good.

Congratulations, Ludovico.

The Dodé is yours.

Thanks, Becky. Thank you very much.

Where's Fernando?

Uh, Becky.

Yes?

It's not the original.

Fernando.

Where is Fernando Lacrosse?

Where's Fernando Lacrosse?

Go find him!

I think we have a

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

[both grunt]

[grunts, groans]

Stop.

[both grunt]

-[grunts]

-[grunts, coughs]

-[grunts]

-[groans]

[grunts, coughs]

That's enough.

Where'd you hide the painting, as*h*le?

Where did you leave it?

[moans, pants] In the van, in the van.

[in normal accent] f*ck you, dickhead.

-[grunts]

-[coughs]

-[grunts]

-[yells]

[groans] Enough, enough.

[grunts]

[guard] You k*lled him?

Affirmative.

[pants]

What are you going to do?

What am I going to do?

What are we going to do?

You hit him too, as*h*le.

Hell no. I didn't hit him.

I'd better take this painting back,

as*h*le.

f*ck you. I'm outta here.

Hey, don't leave me here

with the dead guy.

[coughs]

-[groans, coughs]

-[thunder rumbles]

[groans]

[coughs, grunts]

[groans, pants]

[coughs]

[grunts]

Where's Fernando?

[guard] Seriously hurt, ma'am.

Go get him and close the property gates.

And you make sure

that nobody finds out about this.

Keep the situation under control.

-[in English] Come on!

-[in Spanish] Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Becky. [tuts]

[inhales deeply]

I think I'll take my money.

Ludovico, I'm sorry about this.

I just don't think I should

go ahead with the sale.

Okay.

We'll go to the next buyer in-line.

[sighs] Ugh.

Okay, okay.

Let's just do it,

I don't want any more problems.

I can't believe that Fernando

-They stole my painting?

-No, no, no.

They tried, but we got it back.

In fact,

we're just finishing the deal, right?

[exhales]

[Ludovico] No.

No, no.

No. [laughing]

[laughing]

[laughing continues]

POLICE

[siren blaring]

[officer] Suspect name Fernando Lacrosse.

Age 30, tall, slim, blond with light eyes.

-You're sure it's here?

-Mm-hmm.

Here's the file you asked me for.

There's the information.

Abelardo Rodríguez?

Yes, our Abelardo.

But here it says

that Abelardo is 87 years old.

Well, you wanted my help, right?

Well, there's the information.

-[laughs] Okay. How's the coffee?

-[Beto] Mmm.

Look, I'm not a criminal.

Here are all of my receipts for the year.

[stutters] Forget it, ma'am.

We came looking for

Mr. Abelardo Rodríguez.

Oh, well.

You're four years too late.

Four years?

My husband died four years ago,

leaving me alone in this house.

You might think my kids help me out,

but they don't.

Oh, I'm very sorry, ma'am.

Listen, if it's no bother,

do you still have your husband's papers?

Military ID, any identification?

Yes, of course.

I'll bring it in a minute. Excuse me.

Four years.

The same amount of time

that Abel's been married to Itzel.

There are too many coincidences,

don't you think?

Well, yes, it's very suspicious.

[smacks lips] Oh, God.

[Camacho] That means

that Abelardo Rodríguez

who robbed Don Plutarco, doesn't exist.

That's correct.

We're talking about identity theft.

Then, we reopen the case.

We have a con artist

and an identity thief.

And he could be pretending to be

someone else at this very moment.

We have to find him.

Very good, you two, very good.

You've made good progress.

Even though I asked you to drop the case

and you disobeyed me.

So now, you have to work overtime

in the archives.

To make up for your disobedience,

Detective Robles.

Yes, Captain.

That'll be all, you two.

[Pablo] Elena!

Elena.

[phone rings]

[Elena] Speaking.

I'm not paying that guy up front anymore.

I paid him for an entire week

and he left me waiting like a sucker.

Can you repeat that, please?

Uh-huh.

-I'm on my way.

-[hangs up phone]

Where are you going?

-To Acapulco.

-No way.

You're craving a piña colada

or just sick of your boss?

Pablo, I think this time

I've got a scoop for you.

There was a raid

on an underground auction in Acapulco.

Seems like they got Botello.

I'll call you.

They got him? Who got him?

Okay, who called you?

Tell me, don't be like that.

What happened? What happened?

Mom!