Bandidas

Please take notes.

No wounds on the body to indicate

foul play from a weapon of any sort.

The contents of the safe are intact,

thus ruling out robbery as a motive.

The science of fingerprinting

has determined...

...there are no prints but the victim's

on the doorknob and frame...

...to indicate anyone else

entered or left.

The window is latched shut

from the inside.

So no one entered or left by that route...

...thus ruling out homicide

as a cause of death.

There's no indication of whiskey in

the glass or on the breath of the deceased.

No carpet fibers

on the soles of her shoes.

So she never set foot on the carpet.

There is a scuff on her right shoe tip...

...where polish was removed.

There is traces of the same polish

on this upturned bit of carpet.

There are traces of flower pollen

on the edges of the nostril.

I therefore conclude

from the evidence gathered...

...that the deceased entered the room

with a bunch of flowers.

She placed the flowers

in the vase by the door.

She took the vase in one hand, along

with the whiskey tumbler in the other...

...went across the room

to the decanter of whiskey...

...let the flowers get too close

to her nose.

She sneezed, her left foot

involuntarily slipped forward...

...caught the tip of her shoe

on this carpet...

...tripped, hit her head on the floor,

died from shock of the brain.

In other words, it was not foul play

that killed this poor woman...

...but an accident

caused by a simple sneeze.

And, in fact, it is not a woman at all...

...but a man wearing a horse-haired wig.

Oh, Quentin, I'm so proud.

-You know what this means, Clarissa?

-Yes, that we can get married.

It means science has a place

in police work.

I proved it. I convinced

each and every one of them.

Now there's only one more person

you have to convince.

I'm convinced.

But you must remember, Mr. Jackson...

...if we don't own the land

within 90 days...

...the railroad will go to other banks

to finance their expansion.

No worries, Mr. Ashe.

In 90 days, we'll be laying track

right through the middle of Mexico City.

Go.

That's a good one.

You do better.

How could you sell the mortgage

on my farm to the gringos?

Pedro, we have no choice.

The big American banks

control the cash flow.

And through the cash flow,

they control us.

Don Diego's doing all he can.

I'm sure Don Diego is.

But I've worked my whole life

to leave something to my poor daughter.

All she knows is the farm life.

What will become of her?

You cheated. I wasn't concentrating.

Best of three.

-Let me talk to Bernardo.

-Bernardo just follows orders.

So, what are we supposed to do, Papa,

stand by and let them steal our land?

Unless some higher authority

intercedes....

Maria, where are you going?

To see the higher authority.

Up. Up.

The spitting image of her mother,

God rest her soul.

My condolences, Don Diego.

Twenty years she's gone now.

Well, she left you

a very beautiful daughter.

Who I haven't seen in most of the 1 0 years

she's been away at school in Europe.

-Left a girl, came home a woman.

-Indeed.

My only problem now

is trying to convince her to stay.

She's been home for a week,

and already she wants to go back.

-I want to see Don Diego.

-He can't be disturbed.

Neither can I. And I am.

Very disturbed.

He is meeting

with a very important person.

Don Diego has always said,

"Every client is a very important person."

This is not a client, Maria.

This is a gentleman

from The Bank of New York.

I knew it.

Gotta pay the toll.

May I present Mr. Jackson from

the Capital Bank and Trust of Nueva York.

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