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Are you Pylades?

We finally meet in person.

It appears the car that was on this bridge

belonged to the alleged murderer.

One week later,

the investigation continues,

but the identity of the culprit is still unknown.

Although the murders have died down,

no one can relax knowing there's a criminal on the loose.

Although investigators are keeping quiet,

they assure us that various leads are being followed

to make advances

towards solving this sinister case

happening in Valladolid.

Ramiro Sancho, the inspector in charge of the investigation,

insisted that progress has been made,

a clear attempt to prevent public alarm.

Inspector, any progress on the case?

We're investigating and hope to find the culprit soon.

What's important is to remain calm.

Inspector! Don't go. Please, don't go.

It will be difficult to remain calm

knowing there's a murderer among us.

- Son of a bitch. - Yeah, but she's right.

- We've made no progress. - At least he hasn't killed again.

But there are two unsolved cases.

- Was anything found in the vehicle? - Nothing.

Nor on the nearby cameras.

- What do we have on Gabriel's adoption? - Nothing.

It's got to be him.

But who the fuck is he now?

We have to find that bastard before he kills again.

He won't kill again.

I told you, the guy just wanted revenge

on his mother for screwing up his childhood.

I'd bet he's left Valladolid.

At this point, he's probably drinking mojitos in the Caribbean.

God damn...

Who's house is this?

It was my adoptive parents'.

Hacking the police network was reckless.

Why didn't you tell me they knew the plate number?

What do you mean? Do you think I want them to catch you?

I kept you from killing for years.

Know what I think?

All this gets you off.

Hearing about the dead turns you on.

I just want to understand the mechanics of your mind.

Why does someone like you need to kill?

I want to know

so I can help other people, and you too.

I'm not your guinea pig anymore.

Look at me.

Say you won't kill again.

I've already met my goal.

And the girl?

What'll you do with her?

What girl?

Don't play dumb.

Violeta, is it?

Violeta...

Don't you dare go near her.

- Scarface. - Some advice.

Don't touch a stove top

even if you think it's off.

What makes you so sure this shit's over?

Sancho!

You can go to Madrid. Don't worry.

Maybe he's waiting for things to calm

to come back even stronger. Right?

Can I tell you a story?

If it'll help reassure me.

In the 90s I had to go to Nice to collaborate on a case.

Two women had turned up dead

and both of their ring fingers were cut off.

What's our first thought? A serial killer.

But time passed and no more crimes occurred.

And a week later, a guy showed up saying it was him.

It turns out he'd known both women a while back

and proposed to both of them.

And he cut off the finger where the wedding ring goes.

Bingo!

Look, Sancho...

there are many like Gabriel that kill for a reason,

but serial killers with a predetermined method

are rare, fortunately.

I hope you're right.

Come on.

Forget the case, Sancho.

We'll catch him if he's still in Spain.

Go enjoy your new position.

It's a sport for seasoned athletes.

No, no. We're an idiotic bunch.

- Can't you see? - Yes.

Why are you here?

- I came to watch you play. - And?

I liked it. It seems like you all get along.

Do you want to get some food?

Get food? How boring, no?

Get out of here!

- Okay, okay. I'm going to shower. - Please.

Don't you leave in two days?

Sancho...

We knew this had an expiration date, didn't we?

But I wanted to tell you

I've liked being with you.

Me too.

Alright...

Yeah. I'll go and let you get ready in peace.

Where's the woman with the biggest heart in Valladolid?

Fuck! Okay, okay, okay.

I have to go.

Matesanz. Did you identify the body?

- Is it another woman? - Yes, Sancho.

Why didn't you notify me when you found it?

We couldn't find you and didn't want the press to know.

The judge sped up the process and we brought it here.

What the hell!

Tell me there's no poem in the mouth.

We haven't done an autopsy yet.

We waited for you.

It's a wreck, Sancho.

There are clear signs of sexual assault.

"FROM MADRID TO HEAVEN. MORON"

What the hell!

Who's fucking idea was this?

I told them it was in bad taste, but no one listens to me.

You fell for it, man.

Let's go!

Let's have a drink.

I won't miss you guys.

Well, we're going to miss you

and that humor that God gave you...

Villamil, fill it up.

Hey! Don't forget Peteira, Villamil.

To this jerk, who's abandoning us.

- To the jerk! - To the jerk!

I hate to go you leave, but love to watch you see.

"I hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave," dumbass.

Amen!

- To Sancho. - To Sancho!

To Sancho!

What's your problem?

- Am I bothering you? - Yeah, you are.

I told you to leave me alone.

I'm going to Trieste, Italy.

I wanted to say bye.

Great. Bye.

Come with me.

I want to start from scratch.

I have money.

We can go to concerts, drink...

...fuck.

Anything you want.

Not a chance.

Fuck you!

You really waited until I was naked, you pig?

I came to make sure my girl is alert.

Don't worry, Dad. Your "girl" is alert.

Plus, I can smell your cheap cologne from the doorway.

We have to talk about Augusto.

Here you go.

Drink it.

A doctor should look at your hand.

You should stop seeing Augusto.

He goes by Leopold now.

I thought I made it clear last time.

I thought I made it clear that I do what I want.

There wouldn't be a problem if you hadn't come to Valladolid.

The problem's that you wanted all the fun

and I want to play too.

It's dangerous, Erika!

Your risk-taking will come back to bite you!

You should be in Berlin continuing your treatment.

It's all under control.

That's what you think.

I know you aren't taking your pills.

That's why I dissolved them in your beer.

And you plan on doing it again tomorrow?

Maybe.

He said he's going to Trieste.

Do you think he will?

He wants me to go too.

At times he seems honest, and others I don't know him.

Here's what you ask for.

The lines of investigation hit a dead end.

There are always loose ends.

I'm sure you missed something.

We'll see if you're lucky.

When you get to Madrid, say hi to Officer Gálvez.

I think you'll work with him.

Oh yeah? Is he a son of a bitch like you?

- Sancho... - Sorry, Mejía,

but how can you re-sign a guy

who the Disciplinary Regime accuses of corruption

- and drug trafficking? - Excuse me?

Everyone knows you were part of the commissioned drugs.

- Where's your proof? - You're lucky I don't have any.

If there isn't any,

then shut the fuck up.

Enough!

I'll write a report that'll ruin both of you!

Bragado, don't come back here until you start.

And you, Sancho...

...can you chill out for the remainder of your time here?

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Are you Ramiro's mother?

Yes.

Would you know if he's home?

No, he's working.

I know he's moving.

I wanted to say goodbye and return this book he lent me.

- Could you do me the favor? - Yes.

Want to tell him anything?

Yes.

Give him my best regards.

What's your name?

Gregor.

Gregor Samsa.

- Will you remember, Rosa? - Of course.

Gregor.

Gregor.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

Sancho, that's enough. Come grab a drink.

- I'll be right there. - Inspector,

it's mambo time!

- You menace. - See you there.

Go. Go!

We'll hit Farolito first. Are you coming?

Are you okay?

After the mess you made, don't regret it now.

- Don't play games with the staff. - Yeah, I know.

I don't know...

I mean, Madrid...

It was a great opportunity but now...

"But now" nothing.

Now you're going to have so much power there.

I'll say one thing: those poor criminals.

- They won't know what hit them. - If it's the same

- as that psycho son of a bitch... - Hey!

It's not your fault he hasn't been caught.

- Understood? - Yeah...

Now what? Should we have sex to cheer you up?

Alright.

Are you joking?

Ah!

- You almost fucking got me, asshole. - Come here.

Now, now.

You are...

Don't ruin the moment.

Idiot.

Vallisoletana, come out to your balcony I'm outside waiting for you

- Please, no! - You're worse.

Vallisoletana

My heart, you're killing my heart...

With love!

Excuse me a moment.

I like you, Sancho.

Even if you're kind of a jerk.

Want to know why?

Do I have a choice?

No, no.

I've kept an eye on you since I got here.

You haven't eaten anything, you haven't drunk anything,

you haven't socialized...

All you've been doing is staring at your phone.

That can be diagnosed.

Yeah? So what's wrong with me, Doctor?

You don't want to be here.

You want to be at the pretty teacher's house. Who wouldn't?

Just look at you.

If I were you...

...I'd grab my jacket right now and make an Irish exit.

INSPECTOR SANCHO

Martina, it looks like I didn't catch you.

I wanted to tell you something.

4 MISSED CALLS 1 MESSAGE RECEIVED

- Did she take her medication? - Yes.

Well, if my work here is done...

- Thanks. - Of course.

- Lolín. - Yeah?

What's this book?

- Your friend gave it to us. - My friend?

A strange guy, to be honest.

His name was Gregor...

- Gregor Samsa? - Yes.

When? Where?

Down in the square when we were taking a walk.

FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR MOTHER, YOU WILL LOSE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE

Stay with my mom!

I'll send the police to watch you.

Okay.

Your boyfriend won't stop calling.

You have a message from him. I'll play it.

Martina...

...it looks like I didn't catch you.

I...

I wanted to tell you this.

I was looking and, well,

the train to Madrid only takes an hour.

I could...

I could make day trips.

Some people do that, right?

I think what I want to say is that...

...I want to keep seeing you.

I don't want to give up.

I want to be with you.

Hello, Doctor.

Smile, you're on camera.

It's for your man.

There isn't much time, Doctor.

So it's important you listen carefully.

I'm going to kill you.

Don't worry. I won't hurt you.

It'll be quick, I promise.

I have nothing against you.

In fact, in other circumstances,

we could even have been friends.

We could even have fucked.

But you chose the wrong lover.

Do you mind if I smoke?

I'd finished hunting...

...but your boyfriend...

...provoked me.

It's his fault you're here.

Doctor,

do you believe in fate?

That's right, you can't speak.

Can I trust you?

If you scream, you'll pay.

I believe in love.

I believe in love.

Where there was fire, ashes remain.

You can't understand that.

Well, well, Doctor.

You're brave.

But we're not going to talk about feelings now.

Don't you think?

I wrote a poem for you.

I know you consider me an amateur,

but for having written it in 20 minutes,

it's pretty good.

It's my legacy.

A passage to immortality.

Let the journey begin.

Martina?

Martina?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry!

It's Inspector Ramiro Sancho.

I need emergency dispatchers

at 19 Santo Domingo de Guzmán Street,

1-A.

Son of a bitch!

Advise all units, I'm following a suspect.

Age 30, purple jacket, blue pants,

hat and sneakers.

He has a backpack.

Hey, hey, man!

Hey!

Hey, police. Open up!

Fuck!

- Why are you here? - Sorry, I made a mistake.

- I'm leaving. - You can't be here.

Sorry. Goodnight.

Who is that?

Move.

Move, move, move.

Excuse me.

Have you seen a guy with a purple coat,

glasses, hat, backpack?

Hey!

Hey! What the hell was that?

Hey!

Move, move! Police!

Send an ambulance and backup to Plaza España Church, now.

Quick!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I think so.

Let the journey begin.

Augusto fooled me.

He was playing with me the whole time.

How couldn't I have noticed?

He killed again.

He turned this into a personal attack against Sancho.

Sancho was about to arrest him, but he managed to escape.

He must be lost.

He feels vulnerable...

...but he won't for long.

He'll soon discover that he also enjoys this new sensation.

Now it's my turn.

I can't let him keep killing.

I'll finish him.