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BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

Man, people are so gross!

Look what they did to that lawyer's car.

-Holy shit!
-What is it?

Get out of here!

Run!

A WIDOW'S GAME

-What's up, Berni?
-Where are you?

-We've got a body.
-Jesus.

-Violent death?
-No idea, I'm not there yet.

But I heard there's lots of blood.

What a summer.
Give me twenty minutes and I'll be there.

Handle it for now, will you?
And Berni, stick to protocol.

If anyone touches the scene
before I get there, I'll tear them apart.

Sandra grabbed another girl
and almost strangled her.

If that's how much
you care about the matter…

It's unacceptable.

Sorry.

I know Sandra has her issues, we all do.
She's been here all year.

But I'm sure that
if we apply the right measures…

Well, unfortunately,
we just don't have the budget

to give her the kind of care
she really needs, Eva.

Right. So what are you saying?
That it's better if she doesn't come back?

You could've said that earlier
instead of wasting my time. Right?

Jesus.

All this legislation,
royal decrees, diplomas,

and yet integration is complete bullshit!

Let's go.

-Let's go home, honey.
-But I want my snack.

Yeah, but it's better if we go.
You're a lucky one.

Guess who you'll stay with.

-Who?
-Sonsoles.

She makes the best snacks.

-Will you stay with her until I get home?
-Okay.

Okay, honey? You'll have a great time.

AUGUST 16TH, 2017

I don't know.
They're not letting us through.

Mommy's here.

All good, boss?

Not great, but better than here.
Where's Berni?

Waiting for you downstairs,
losing his mind.

This is it.
The only street access is through here.

Make sure the funeral home
doesn't come down until I say so.

-Somehow, the press finds out everything.
-No one gets in.

How can it be, Your Honor?
You almost beat me here.

Perks of working in the summer, Evita.
Not a soul on the road.

Right.

Too bad the bad guys never go on vacation.

Bernardo, what do we have?

Besides the bloodstains
reported by the neighbor who called it in,

the rear right window is broken.

We still don't know
if the car belongs to the victim,

but I wouldn't rule out
someone trying to steal it

and the robbery getting out of hand.

And the body?

Oh, here.

Good afternoon. What have we got?

Stab wounds.

And, judging by the size,
a chef's knife at least.

If you're gonna steal a car,
you don't plan on getting into this mess.

And you definitely don't bring a knife.

If you're breaking into a car,
you bring a screwdriver.

So?

Well, if I had to guess,

the window broke during the struggle.

They made it over here.

Look, here's where they stabbed him.

Left bloody footprints from his own blood,

kept crawling over here,
looking for a place to die.

Arturo Ferrer Puig,
36 years old, from Novelda.

A woman's here who hasn't heard
from her husband all day.

-She says he parks his car here.
-Did she tell you his name?

Arturo.

The best part.

Have her call the first contact on file.
You know, just in case. You, his mom…

Excuse me.

Eva Torres, National Police.
Are you the wife of Arturo Ferrer Puig?

Yes, what's going on? No one will tell me.

I'm sorry to tell you
that we found his body.

But what… What happened to him?

We don't know yet.
When was the last time you saw him?

Last night, I…

Last night. I just got back from work

and he hadn't answered
the phone all morning.

-And now, seeing all this…
-I'm sorry.

Once she calms down,
tell her to come to the station.

Okay.

The funeral home can come down now.

Smaller, Eva. We'll have to get
another board for the other cases.

We'd have more space
if there were fewer bastards out there.

Let's get to it.

Arturo Ferrer Puig,
36 years old, from Novelda.

He'd been married for a year.

Worked at the highway maintenance center.
Anything else?

He usually arrives at 8:30 a.m.,
but he didn't show up this morning.

How long does it take
to get from his house to work?

-To El Rebollar, 45 minutes.
-Okay.

-An hour tops if there's traffic.
-8:30 a.m., got it.

So he would've gone to the car
around 7:30 a.m., right?

-And he was found at…?
-3:30 p.m.

3:30 p.m.

All right. Eight hours.

Perfect. Let's think.

His wallet was untouched,
so we're ruling out robbery for now.

So, any ideas?

I've got one.

Make sure it's not
one of your crazy theories.

No, this one's pretty normal.

So, there's a lawyer
who lives in the building.

And?

Maybe they were after him
and got the wrong guy.

All right.

Mistaken identity. Talk to him, okay?

-Berni, you got anything?
-Well…

Personally, for now,
I wouldn't rule out the big three.

How traditional of you.

-Hey!
-What?

-Seriously, man.
-Permanent marker, grandpa.

-Why buy one you can't use?
-To see if you're paying attention!

We're gonna need
a whole board just for you.

Okay.

Drugs,

money, and love.

Check all the boxes, okay?

His wife's a nurse, right?
Look into that too.

Family, friends,
if he got along with everyone,

if he had problems with anyone. Got it?

Even the song he danced to
at his wedding. Everything.

INSTITUTE OF FORENSIC MEDICINE

Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner.

Six confirmed stab wounds.

Four to the chest, two to the heart.

-Come with me.
-And the weapon?

You still think it was
the same kind you saw at the scene?

Large kitchen knife.
If you ask me, I think you were right.

The attacker meant to kill him.
The poor guy couldn't even react.

-No defensive wounds on his arms or hands.
-So they blindsided him from behind.

Given how brutal the attack was,
I'd bet my job

the killer was a strong man.

One of the wounds
has multiple entry points.

He was stabbed repeatedly
without the weapon being pulled out.

In other words, it was personal.
Pure rage.

-Where's Berni?
-He's taking the widow's statement.

Okay. What's the story?

Nothing much.

Something about
a renovation at their place.

Apparently, the husband wasn't happy
and argued with one of the workers.

Track down the company and talk to them.

They're contractors.
It shouldn't take long to find them.

How's the girl doing?

You can imagine, a widow at 26.

That's rough.

But she seems pretty composed.

If I had to guess,
I'd say she's on more than one diazepam.

How's it going?

Here. This is what she's said so far.

Doesn't it seem odd
that she keeps checking her phone?

I don't know.
This Love Island generation is lost on me.

Look at the thing about the coworker.

Hi, María Jesús. How are you?

How are you holding up?

Well, hanging in there.

Take your time, okay? No rush.

But I'd like to ask you
about what you told the deputy inspector.

The thing about Arturo's coworker.

Right.

It was something my friend Sonia said.
She does CrossFit with her at the gym.

She told me it seemed like
his coworker was really into him.

Do you think they had an affair?

I have no idea. To be honest, I…

I didn't think much of it
when she mentioned it.

But I don't think he was…
because of that, right?

It's too soon to draw any conclusions.

We'd like to talk to your friend Sonia.
Could you give me her number?

Yes, uh…

She's here, in the waiting room.
She came with me.

Bernardo, did you mention the renovation?

Because Arturo wasn't…
He wasn't too happy about it.

Don't worry.
We're looking into everything.

Don't worry.

Well, it was more of a hunch.

Belén kept complimenting Arturo.
You know how you can just tell.

But she only knew him from work.

And knowing someone at work
isn't the same as being in a relationship.

Arturo was a bit controlling.
Actually, more than a bit.

He would text Maje constantly.
"Where are you? When will you be home?"

-Stuff like that.
-Really?

She had to pretend she had shifts
just to go out for a drink.

He just wanted to do couple stuff
or hang with his friends.

-Right.
-That's it.

She'd want to see her friends
now and then too, right?

-Exactly, yes.
-Exactly.

-You didn't like him much.
-Not really.

I didn't know him personally,

but based on what Maje told me,
not really.

So when he sometimes went to Novelda,

she'd stay here,
and you'd go out together, right?

-Yes.
-Go dancing or whatever.

-Yeah, just hang out.
-Sure.

Hey, everyone likes
to have a little fun sometimes.

That's right.

-Want a coffee?
-No, thanks.

All right.

But that's all it is. Flirting at a party.

Sure.

Last time we went to the port,
we met some guys,

and I hooked up with one.
He was a total bore.

What about Maje?

She did meet up with the other guy,
Daniel, a few more times.

Because you exchanged numbers, right?

Yeah.

How long ago was that?

Two or three months ago.
In May or something like that.

She's seeing a guy called Daniel.
I think they're having an affair.

-Let's see what we can find out about him.
-Women and their skirts.

Their skirts?

Their minds, more like.

Let's see if we can
dig up anything at the house.

You guys go ahead, I'll catch up with you.

Well?

Justice never sleeps,
but it does take breaks.

You didn't use to take breaks
not that long ago.

"Not so long ago." Good lord.

I need to tap those phones.

María Jesús's and the guy
she was cheating with.

Too risky. You've got nothing, Eva.

Come back when you have something solid.

Have a good one.

Get me the call records

and cell tower data
for Arturo and María Jesús.

At least, right?

Call records and geolocation?

I'm going to miss my flight.

We spoke to Arturo's coworker.

I'd bet dinner at Quique Dacosta
they weren't involved.

Oh, and the contractor has an alibi.

He's on vacation
in the Dominican Republic.

And you spend summers in Gandía.
Unbelievable.

-Gotta love drywall, huh?
-What about the lawyer?

-Union rep.
-Nothing we can use there.

Bottom line, Arturo's biggest problem
was the cheating widow.

Maybe that's the angle.

Widow's pension is 1,137 euros a month.

-That's why you should find a girlfriend.
-You're the one I like.

Careful, that lifetime payout
might make you think twice, Berni.

-No way, she had the night shift.
-Well…

The forensic report says
the stab wounds were made by a man.

What if the guy…?

The guy she's seeing, Daniel…

What if he helped?

He's on our radar.
We can bring him in anytime.

No. Too soon to tip him off.

AUGUST 18TH, 2017

It's not easy
to say goodbye to you, Arturo.

It's hard to imagine life without you.

Without your touch.

Without your kisses.

Without your love.

That's why I'm not going to.

Because if our faith
has taught us anything,

it's that the love we had
doesn't end in death.

God is eternal, and His love is infinite,

just like ours was.

That love will live on forever.

Not just in me
but in everyone who loved you.

Excuse me.

A little less than a year ago, right here,

we vowed to love each other forever,

until death do us part.

Well, I want you to know, Arturo…

Yeah?

She lied about her shifts.
She didn't work the night of the murder.

And just so you know,
nothing will ever separate us.

Forever yours…

Maje.

No.

In the face of death,
our own and that of our loved ones,

each one of us is left…

Scratch the idea
of him fighting off a thief.

His friends say Arturo was a regular guy.

Just rum and cokes,

and he'd stumble home after the club,
at most.

And as for being bold, not a chance.

They say he was a wimp
who never got into fights.

What's up, Turri?

Hold on, putting you on speaker.

Go ahead.

We just finished downloading
the victim's phone data.

And check out
what he texted Maje two months ago.

"I don't want someone
to have dinner with on week days,

and then just sit on the couch
staring at our phones till bedtime."

"And on our day off,
we just go our separate ways."

"And I don't want anyone
putting their hands on me."

"I won't put up with that." Boom!

Damn.

-No, thank you. Really.
-Are you sure? A coffee, or…?

She already said no, don't push it.

Thank you. It's all right.

Is your daughter here?

Maje!

We're counting on you
to find whoever did this to Arturo.

May he rest in peace.

In the meantime, all we can do is pray.

But Arturo's poor family…

I can't even imagine.

Can we talk in my room?

Of course.

Is something wrong, María Jesús?

Sonia told me
that she told you about Dani.

Yes.

Well, yes, I…

I've been seeing him
for a couple of months.

I didn't tell you because I didn't see
how it was relevant to Arturo.

But I feel awful, Eva.
Honestly, I'm so ashamed.

I keep thinking about Arturo.

How I betrayed him.

Now he's gone, I didn't want
to make things worse for his family.

But I feel awful.

You think you're the only one
who's been in this situation?

It's not a crime.

Your private life is your own.
Just take it easy.

But I really hurt them
with the whole Andrés thing.

-The Andrés thing?
-Yeah.

Arturo found out.

Then his family.

And everyone else.

People will literally crucify you
here in Novelda.

-It must've been awful.
-We almost called off the wedding.

-It was before the wedding?
-A month before.

My parents stopped talking to me.

So did Arturo's family. Even his brother.

I swear, I couldn't even breathe here.
That's why we moved to Valencia.

But thank God Arturo forgave me.

But did things with Andrés end there or…?

Yeah, but I'm telling you because…

if they find out about me and Dani,
after what happened to Arturo…

-They'll kill me.
-Right.

Look, relax.
Whatever we discuss here stays between us.

Promise.

But going back to Dani…

Now it all adds up.

You spent that night with Dani, right?

Not at work.

You're kidding.

She cheated a month before the wedding,
and the guy forgives her?

Well, let he who is without sin…

Get this. Remember the guy
who was with her in the ambulance?

-The day of the murder, her coworker.
-Him too?

-Damn, impressive.
-So now we have three suspects.

No.

If the widow was telling the truth,
we can rule Daniel out.

Why?

Because he didn't even know
she had a boyfriend,

let alone a husband.

And she asked me
to let her tell him herself.

Right now, her lovers are
our main line of investigation.

She's fed up with her husband.

Plans to kill him
with the help of one of them.

We need to tap their phones now.

Why are you looking at me like that?

-Hello?
-María Jesús?

-It's me, Merche.
-How are you?

-How are you, honey?
-Hanging in there.

FAMILY FRIEND
7 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

You have to accept it as God's will,

part of His special plan for everyone.

Yes, I have to see it that way.

If I don't hold on to my faith,
nothing makes sense.

I know, girl.

MAJE'S BEST FRIEND
8 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

To do what I did, while married…
I must've really liked him, huh?

You did, I'm telling you.

I mean, come on. He's really hot.

I'm just now starting
to grasp what happened.

MAJE'S MOTHER
12 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

-Yeah.
-You feel guilty of not loving him.

-You're not guilty of anything.
-For not loving him the way I should have.

Poor thing.

Maje, I don't know how else to say it.
You weren't happy.

I mean, I'm 27.
I'd like to be a young mom.

MAJE'S LOVER
18 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

-But the right guy hasn't come along.
-No, I get it.

-I'm not asking you to have my baby now.
-I'll make you a baby right away!

-He'd be good-looking.
-No doubt.

Listen, about seeing each other, talking…
Just let me know.

FRIEND FROM NOVELDA
17 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

I don't want to meet up
because I'll just start crying…

It's okay. Don't push yourself.

I'm barely eating, my stomach's a mess.

-Sure.
-I can hardly sleep either.

-Girl, what happened the other day?
-Okay, three things.

One, you and I are crazy.

MAJE'S BEST FRIEND
26 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

Two, we love drama, let's be real.

-Yeah, but only with hot guys.
-Drama with--

Sex. Because if it was make-up sex,
I didn't feel like it.

This guy is going to screw me
like he did in the bathroom…

But Maje, was he good or what?

Was he good?
I almost smashed through the glass.

MAJE'S LOVER
30 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

-I've never gone fishing.
-Well, you caught me.

Man, I didn't just throw you a line,
I threw the whole net.

And I took the bait.

MAJE'S MOTHER
33 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

He says he wants a kid with me,
and it honestly turns me on.

Take it easy.

This man is irresistible.

He's changing, stripping down,
and I just can't help it…

He knows I've got my panties down,
and he can't stop.

You're in love. That's the way it goes.

Love needs everything.
Sex is important too.

Maje, what's up?

I have to tell you something,
but don't be mad.

MAJE'S LOVER
37 DAYS AFTER THE MURDER

Maje, you're scaring me.

I'm married.

Maje, what the hell?

Something horrible happened.
He was murdered.

-Who?
-My husband. My ex.

In a garage, a few days ago.
He was stabbed.

Maje, we were looking at apartments
to buy together.

I'm sorry. I didn't want to lose you
and I didn't know how to tell you.

Well,

it seems like the poor bastard
didn't have a clue.

-Are we back to square one?
-No.

She's guilty.

She's definitely guilty.

We just need to find
whoever did the stabbing for her.

BLACK WIDOW

POLICE HEADQUARTERS

Wow, María Jesús really is something.
A textbook nympho.

She's not a nympho.

Maybe not, boss, but statistically,
she must've screwed someone from this HQ.

A real nympho goes out,
hooks up with five guys,

at work, at parties, wherever.
It's compulsive.

But then they feel bad. Not her.

I don't think it's about sex at all.

I doubt they're even lovers.
It's like she's collecting boyfriends.

I think she's looking for devotion.
Right? Something like that.

Like a harem?

Sure.

Then why the hell did she get married?

Have you seen her family?
They're practically saints.

Yeah, all that moral perfection,
it's gotta break somewhere.

-Exactly.
-Yeah, but murder?

Just get a divorce.

Unless you think being a divorcee
is worse than being a widow.

But someone so young?

-Yeah, that young.
-In 2017?

Did you know they're part
of some family apostolic movement?

A what?

A religious group
that promotes Christian family values.

Let me find it. It's pretty intense.

Yes?

Damn. No breaks around here, huh?

-What's up?
-Let's go.

-They found a body in a suitcase.
-Just what we need, creative killers.

-I can't go right now.
-Don't worry, I'll handle it.

-Okay.
-You're not indispensable after all.

-Who are you going to argue with?
-With me!

Clear the ground for me!
I'll be there in an hour.

We like to work like this.

In small groups,
so we can focus on each student's needs.

Come on, honey. Come with Mommy.

We also have
psychological support if needed.

For specific cases
where we need help with a child.

Want to go for a snack?

Chocolate pancakes?

Yummy. Okay.

A deadly stabbing in the heart of Ruzafa.
Near number 77 on Sueca Street.

Apparently, it happened
inside the building's courtyard.

Two National Police homicide detectives,

alerted by neighbors' calls,

were investigating a trail of blood
linked to a body found in a suitcase.

The blood trail led them
through the entrance, where…

Hey, it's Berni. I'll call you back.

…while inspecting the building,
they were confronted by a man…

Hi, it's Berni. I'll call you back.

…when they tried to identify him,
he reacted violently,

stabbing one of the officers
several times.

The wounded officer's partner
stopped the attack by shooting the man.

The guy realized we'd caught him.

I couldn't react in time.

I'm very sorry.

Chief, if we could access the case files,

we'd like to take care of closing it.

I talked to the Organized Crime unit.
They're taking over.

Excuse me?

I understand your position, Inspector,
but given how close you were to Bernardo…

This is a homicide, Chief.

We handle that, not Organized Crime.

We have a 98% case resolution rate.

Better than Madrid.

Look, Inspector,
there's nothing to solve here.

The suspect was shot dead.

Filing paperwork
will just take time from other cases.

With all due respect, Commissioner--

With all due respect,

I know you had a long history
with my predecessor.

But you and I aren't there yet.
There's no debate. It's an order.

It's not about history.

It's about human decency.

I'm not gonna let you walk all over me.

You might know your way around an office,

but you don't know a thing
about the streets.

Inspector.
Javier Gil. I've just been transferred.

They told me to take this desk.

Take care of that desk.

NOVEMBER 8TH, 2017
TWO MONTHS LATER

-Hi, Turri.
-Eva, where are you?

-Downstairs.
-Get up here, now!

I'm not okay.

I need you to tell me what happened
I thought you were doing fine.

I don't know what went wrong.
Did I say something?

No, it just hit me that…

-Who's this?
-No idea.

Your mom's right,
you need a break from home.

And I realized that, in a way,
you might need a break from me too.

Because every time you see me,
it's gonna remind you.

No way! Never. I told you, I--

-Yeah, but--
-I never…

No, I never even thought about it.

I promised I wouldn't make the connection,
and I haven't.

Honestly, I'd forgotten about it
until you just brought it up.

-Never thought about it.
-Well, it hit me hard. Really hard.

Yeah, but that's in your head.

Don't try to project
your thoughts onto me.

You'll just get it wrong.

I called the police the other day.

-What?
-A friend of mine.

Jesus, Salva!
Don't do anything crazy, okay?

No, I called my friend.
I won't do anything crazy.

-And?
-I just asked him…

María Jesús, do you take Arturo
to be your lawfully wedded husband…

SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2016
ONE YEAR BEFORE THE MURDER

…and promise to be true to him,
in good times and in bad,

in sickness and in health,

and to love him and honor him
all the days of your life,

until death do you part?

I do.

What God has joined together,
let no one separate.

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

-Beautiful!
-Gorgeous!

Here come the newlyweds!

Mom, I still can't believe he forgave her.

But your brother did make sure
to sign a prenup, right?

-It took some convincing, but yeah.
-Well, that's settled.

Hey, everyone has to choose
the spoon they want to eat with for life.

-No, Mom.
-Want a cassalleta?

Oh, yeah. Sounds good.

I remembered.

You did.

Now.

Jesus, Maje. It's a bit much, isn't it?

Tell that to my mother.

Are we seriously sleeping
with that guy hanging over the bed?

-"That guy"?
-Yeah, that guy, Jesus from Alzira.

It's just a small crucifix.
You won't even notice.

-Got it?
-Yeah.

Look, we'll put it in the closet

and hang it back up when my parents visit.

So after the renovation,
the mess was right in the living room.

We're really happy with the renovation.

-Really?
-Just missing a Jacuzzi.

Hey! Keep it down, guys!
The kid is sleeping.

Hang on, it's only 11:00 p.m.
I thought it was 3:00 a.m.

You're just getting old, Luisito.

When the weekend comes,
you're worn out and just want to rest.

For me, the weekend starts on Monday.

-Because you're not 20 like the girl here.
-She's almost 30.

-Twenty-six.
-Same thing.

-Coffee?
-I'll have one.

Decaf for me, otherwise I won't sleep.

Coffee at 11:00 p.m. on a Saturday?
You're hardcore.

-Hey, we have cassalla.
-Really?

-Cassalla?
-Just like old times.

Don't you feel like a drink?
It's still early.

Where, there? Yeah, right.

Twelve euros a drink? Not happening.

In Novelda, they're five.
And none of the cheap stuff.

-Yeah, but the view's not the same.
-It's the company that matters.

We're seeing the guys this weekend.

What we save on drinks,
we'll use for a night out

and still have enough for snacks.

Yeah, right.

Can't make it this weekend. I'm on shift.

Really? I thought you were off.

No. Maika asked me to cover.
Couldn't say no.

Okay, but next time,
you're not getting out of it.

It's Nico's birthday.

He's your nephew now too.

I can't wait.

You're such an ass.

That's it.

Are you good?

As good as it gets.

You're doing great, really.

Thank God you're here.

If it were up to my kids…

Funny,

I heard the nuns saying
they'd be visiting you this week.

Really?

Yes, of course.

Have a nice evening.

Looks like Mrs. Felicidad's family
is on vacation.

Listen, Sister,
a little white lie to make her happy.

Nobody's going to hell for that.

Yes, Mom. I just arrived
at the hospital from the nuns' home.

-How are you, sweetheart?
-Fine.

-Listen, can I call you back?
-Fine?

Shit, actually. Pardon my French.
With these shifts at both places…

And how's Arturo? Busy too?

Yeah, he's got a lot on his plate too.

-Well, honey…
-Hey.

-You need to make time for each other.
-I know.

Arturo's in Novelda this weekend.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, guys.

-Hi, Maje.
-Have a good shift.

God willing.

The boss is asking for you.

Seriously? It's only ten minutes,
and I just came from the nuns'.

She needs to get laid.

Wow, someone's in a good mood.

Don't get me started.
The renovation is a disaster.

People get divorced over stuff like that.

Give me a break, I just got married.

I'm just saying, it doesn't seem like it.

Your hubby's still got you
working two jobs.

-He should take better care of you.
-Tell me about it.

Other guys know how to take care of me.

Why don't you take me
to your place tonight?

Can't tonight, Maje. But maybe next week.

-If you have better plans, fine.
-No, just dinner with the gang.

But another time, for sure.

-No?
-Sure, maybe another time.

But you lost your chance
to screw me tonight.

-I'm never going back to that village!
-Same here!

Not a chance!

ANDRÉS: WHERE ARE YOU, BAMBI?
I'M BORED AT HOME.

You okay?

No.

No. Arturo's the same as always,
asking where I am, who I'm with.

He won't let me breathe.

Isn't he in the village?
Just say you're working and forget him.

Better not.

If he catches me…

You have no idea how violent he gets.

I have to go home.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Bambi.

You have no idea
how much I needed your message.

Fuck me.

Why don't you stay this time?

-Can't tonight, Andrés.
-Right.

Arturo, right?

Yeah. They're moving him
to palliative care.

No way.

The cancer, it hasn't…

It hasn't gone away.

It's gonna be a tough few weeks…

Go on, Nico! Go for it!

-Yay!
-Let's go!

Hey, there's more foam than beer here!

And I already shaved this morning!

Don't think he swapped it out.
I had to drink it.

Well, you deserved it.

This guy… Who does he think he's fooling?

SNEAK OFF. OR I CAN COME RESCUE YOU.

WISH I WAS THERE WITH YOU.
TRYING, BUT IT'S GETTING HARDER.

Maje!

Come on, the cake's ready!

Coming!

THIS IS TORTURE

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Nico

Happy birthday to you

Let's go!

Luis passed away.

Luis?

Yes, Luis.

My coworker.

We had dinner recently
at his place with his wife.

Was he sick?

No. A car accident
coming back from a work site.

-Both he and Jandro.
-Jesus, Arturo.

I'm so sorry.

God, their poor wives…

Imagine that.

They'll probably get something
from the insurance policy.

It won't fix their lives,
but it might help a bit.

But at what cost…

How crazy are we?

Crazy.

How crazy are we?

Insanely crazy.

Was he good or what?

Was he good?

I almost smashed through the glass.

Am I still dreaming?

-What about you?
-What about me?

What's the catch?

There has to be one.

A gem like you can't just be single.

Maybe that's about to change.

I don't even know your name.

Maje.

Nice to meet you, Maje.

I'm Dani.

Where have you been?

Arturo! Weren't you
supposed to be in Novelda?

Yes. And you? Weren't you working?

-Yes, but Sonia texted me.
-You've seen her a lot lately.

She's my friend.
She's helping me settle into Valencia.

You should introduce me.
Let's see if she's as nice as you say.

Now's not the best time.

She… just broke up with her boyfriend
and is feeling down.

Right.

That's why we stayed out late.
She needed to talk.

But if you're done interrogating me,
I'd like to get some sleep.

I'm just asking, Maje.

No, you're interrogating me.
Big difference.

I don't grill you when you go
to the village with your friends.

-God knows what you get up to.
-Not as much as you, apparently.

Next time, come to one of my shifts,

and see what it's like to work all night
after working eight hours during the day.

Let's see if you don't feel
like going out for a drink afterwards.

I missed you, Maje.

I wanted to surprise you. That's all.

Well, you did.

Thanks a lot.

Have a nice day.

I'll have to figure something out.

Come on, girl, I'll get the tickets.
Are we crazy or are we crazy?

Okay. Arturo's right, Sonia.
You're a bad influence.

Hey, guess who texted me.

-Dani.
-Doesn't he care that you're married?

-I don't know.
-You didn't tell him?

Hell no. He just asked me out.

Maybe he's the one, Maje.

I hope so. What about your guy?

Honestly, if he won't go down on me,
I'm done with him.

-We're old enough to know what we like.
-Wait.

-What is it?
-No way.

Girl, he came to get me. Dani's here.

How cute.

Do you like it?

Yeah, it tastes like…

Like silk.

I haven't tried this one, it's new.

So I'm not the first girl
you've brought here.

But you're the last.

-I've come with clients from the agency.
-So advertising pays well.

It's been a good couple of years
here in Valencia.

I brought you a gift.

Open it before I change my mind.

THE WINE'S FOR DINNER.
THE GIFT'S MY DESSERT!

For real?

YOU'RE MY DESSERT!
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE

Isn't that a bit bold?

I wasn't sure if…

Jeez! This must've cost a fortune.

Well, better on you
than in the store, right?

Well, things like this…

shouldn't just stay in the closet.

-You coming or what?
-Coming!

Babe, I was thinking
you could ask Maika to switch your shift.

Otherwise, next week
it'll be hard to see each other too.

Impossible. Her dad's sick and she can't.

Who's Daniel?

Are you snooping on my phone?

Snooping? It was just lying on the bed.

You have no right. It's private.

You know what? It doesn't matter.

-Here.
-Yeah, because you're overreacting.

Overreacting? Let me see the messages.

Maje, open the…

WOW, THAT PIC DRIVES ME CRAZY.
SEND MORE.

Open the door
and tell me who the hell Daniel is.

Look, Arturo, we'll talk later.
I'm going to be late.

What for? So you can lie again?
I don't want someone like that in my life.

You need to leave
and never come back to my house.

Excuse me?

-Your house?
-My house.

No, you mean our house!
It was renovated with my money!

I put in everything I earn!

I have no right to anything!
Even though I work two jobs,

and put in everything I earn!

What right do you have to lie to my face?

To sleep around
before and after our wedding?

What was I thinking when I married you?

That's it, I'm done.
Either you leave, or I will.

Next time I see you,
it'll be to sign the divorce papers.

We're not getting a divorce!

I'm not leaving.
I'm not leaving this house.

Can you just wait a second? Just wait!

Shove your apartment up your ass.

ANDRÉS
OFFLINE

I CAN'T TAKE IT.
I HATE HIM. I WISH HE'D DIE.

HAD A FIGHT WITH ARTURO.
CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.

IMAGINE HOW I FEEL.
I HOPE I DON'T RUN INTO HIM.

HE ABUSES ME, BABE.

SON OF A BITCH

I'VE EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT KILLING HIM.

YEAH, ME TOO.

WOULD YOU DO IT FOR ME?

DON'T RUIN YOUR LIFE FOR THAT RAT.

HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT REPORTING HIM?
I'D SUPPORT YOU 200%.

I HATE SEEING YOU CRY, BUTTERCUP.

Hey. Come here, buttercup.

Feeling better?

Yes. A little.

Want me to make you something?
Like tea or something?

No, it's fine.

If this keeps up…

One of these days, he might…

I don't even want to think about it.
I'm scared.

That's not gonna happen.

But everything sets him off.
The fights keep getting worse.

I can't take it anymore.

Sometimes I feel
like jumping off a bridge.

-Hey, don't even joke about that.
-But it's true, Salva.

-I just can't take it anymore.
-Hey, buttercup.

I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.

Ever.

You're the only one.

-The only one who gets me.
-Come here.

I wish it had been him.

Wish he'd died in the car crash
instead of his coworkers.

If I wasn't so scared…

I swear all my problems would be over.

Would you help me?

Would you do it for me?

Maje…

For us.

Without Arturo,
nothing would stand between us.

JULY 5TH, 2017
ONE MONTH BEFORE THE MURDER

Careful, buttercup.

Oh, it's not like it's the first time.

No, it's not the first time, but…

It's been a while since we talked.

You know I worry
when I don't hear from you.

Everything okay?

Darling?

-Hey.
-Hello.

Remember to pick up
the meat for the barbecue.

I won't forget.

We're meeting up
with the church group this weekend.

Don't forget about
Room 223's surgery in half an hour.

-Got it.
-Keep reminding him.

If he keeps putting it off,
he'll forget completely.

-Bye.
-See you later.

So you're busy this weekend?

Yeah, you heard them. Why?

Because Arturo's worse than ever.

What did he do now?

He didn't hit you, did he?

No.

No, not yet.

Thank God he's going
to Novelda this Friday.

Well…

That's why I thought maybe…

you could…

I just need some affection.

I don't feel like being alone.

If you want your fool to be with you,

he'll be with you.

Did you like that?

A lot.

You make me feel like I'm in heaven.

With you, I'm discovering
things I never knew existed.

I can't stop staring at your ass.

Hey.

Why are you brushing your teeth?
We're about to have dinner.

-How is it?
-Let's see.

So good, the…

-I like this one.
-You don't like mussels.

-No, I love mussels.
-You've got something there.

Oh, God.

It's original, at least.

Delicious.

-I messed it up.
-It's fine.

You learn as you go, right?

Arturo wants to take a vacation
in September.

For our wedding anniversary.

But I'm not sure
I'll make it till then, Salva.

-Don't even joke about that.
-He's getting more violent.

Why don't you get a divorce?

It's not that simple.

I told you, he doesn't want to.

You don't get it, you just don't.

I thought you understood me.

You don't understand
what I'm going through.

I do.

No, you think I like sneaking around
like we're doing something wrong?

No. You don't want to be with me.

Yes, of course I do.

Of course I do.

Don't you want to forget about him?

And just be happy together?

Yes.

I want us to be happy.

It's spot 28.

He gets to the car at 7:30 a.m.

There's no one around here in summer.

He usually parks on the street, but…

I'll make up an excuse
to have him park here the night before.

Here's the key to get in.

Wait. Here.

Thank you so much, Salvador.

No problem, Mrs. Pepica.

There we go.

-You got it?
-Yeah.

Up you go. Come on.

Can't believe your dad makes you do this.

-He doesn't make me, Grandma.
-You heard him. I don't force anyone.

If I did, you'd be doing
your exercises, not lying there.

-The doctor said they're important.
-It's not centered.

-Okay.
-An inch to the right.

-All right. Here, water.
-To the right.

It looks good to me.

It's not right.

And lay off the kid.

Always getting others
to do your work for you.

-To the right!
-Enough, Mom.

Let's see. There.

Better?

Don't worry, son. If you've got plans,
I'll drive you wherever when we're done.

Hey, Dad.

Can I borrow the car
next weekend to go to Gandía?

If you tell me who you're going with.

And don't say your friends.
They can't even drive.

Why do you want the car?

If I'd asked so many questions…

You did, Mom.

And you never gave a straight answer.

He was your age
when he started dating your mom.

-Really?
-Yes, we were very young.

She was his first girlfriend.

And his last. Crazy, huh?

That's it, man.

-Can you see it?
-No.

It's right in front of you.

Under your nose.

Shit, man. Come on.

-Come on, I've had enough.
-You've had enough.

So? Night shift again?

And day shift. I'm wiped out.

Salva, that girl…

Are things serious?

I don't know, Francesc.
She's wearing me out. Look.

Look at this.

Salva, she could be your daughter.

My God. Look, she's unbelievable.

She's driving me crazy, man.

Come on, don't rub it in.

-I've been dry for months.
-Same here, but not anymore.

No.

And you wouldn't believe it,
but it's all her.

She must've slept for an hour or so today.

And she got back
from her shift at around 8:00 a.m.,

called me around noon.

She said, "Come over for a while."

-And you can guess what for.
-Yeah.

You know, calzone, a bottle of wine…

And what else, man?

I got it.

I do feel bad for Amparo.

You feel bad for Amparo? What about me?

You know what I mean.

Life's short, man. Gotta live it, right?

I mean… No one's taking this from me.

Lucky bastard.

Never thought I'd be
with a woman like her.

If you saw us,
you'd think I was paying her.

-Come on, Salva.
-"He must be paying her."

Who are you meeting?

Samuel. We're going to the movies.
He'll probably pick me up.

-Okay.
-Sounds good.

Hey, do you think your friends
are planning a surprise party?

-I doubt it…
-I'll get it.

Okay.

It would be nice.

It'd be cool, but I don't think
it'll be that big of a deal.

-You're turning 18.
-Yeah, but…

Well, it's up to you.

Hi. How are you?

Good. Missing you.

Same here.

If I had you here right now,
I don't know what I'd do to you.

Oh, really?

-I know what I'd do to you.
-Do you?

Tell me, what would you do
to your buttercup?

Well, a few things come to mind.

-Listen…
-Yeah?

I've got a night shift
at the hospital on the 15th.

And on the morning of the 16th,
I'll make sure he parks in the garage.

So…

change your WhatsApp status
when it's done, so I know.

Salva?

Yes?

I love you like crazy.

I love you too.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear…

Sing.

Happy birthday…

You caught me getting in the car.

Couldn't you have planned it
a little later?

Make something up.
It wouldn't be the first time.

Did you read what I sent you? Let me know.

STATUS - AVAILABLE

BACK TO…

MAJE: SEE YOU AT 1:00 P.M.
AT MY SISTER'S PLACE.

NOT LONG NOW.
HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT IT?

A LOT.

Are you alone?

I told you, you can trust me, remember?

Do you want…?

Want something to drink?

Maje.

Hey.

Come on, buttercup, don't cry.

Arturo's not a problem anymore.
Just focus on that, okay?

-It was very quick, he--
-Salva, please, I don't want to know!

Of course, sorry.
I just wanted to help you feel better.

Come on, Maje.

Well…

The next few days will be a bit weird.

But you know I'm here
if you need anything.

Okay?

-I hate to ask this.
-What is it?

We shouldn't be seen together for a while.

Of course. I'd already thought of that.
It's for the best.

No meeting up, no talking on the phone…

-Right.
-You get it, right?

Well, actually…

Nah, forget it.

What?

What is it?

Nothing, it's just…

Your Salva thought of everything.

Look.

What's this?

If you need to talk or anything,
use this phone, okay?

It's prepaid.

Okay, but is it necessary?

-You think they'll investigate us?
-Well…

You have an alibi.

And they have no way to link me to Arturo.

But we can't be too careful.

Right?

You saved my life, Salva.

You saved my life.

Never forget that.

I have to go.

WHEN ARE WE "BOWLING" AGAIN?

OF COURSE WE BOTH WIN.

BUT WAIT, YOU HAVEN'T SEEN
MY BEST STRIKES YET.

PUSSY TONIGHT.

Maje, honey. I heard about your husband.
I'm so sorry. How are you holding up?

NOVEMBER 8TH, 2017
TWO MONTHS AFTER THE MURDER

-Well, you can imagine.
-I'm here if you need anything.

Take care.

I've been calling you.

Salva, we agreed
to keep our distance for a while.

Yeah, but I see you and…

-I needed to touch you.
-Salva, please.

I try to switch shifts, but even then.

But even when we're on the same time,
something always comes up.

Maika's been driving me nuts
with the schedule lately.

She's a pain. Such a mess.

I thought Montse handled your area.

Well, one or the other,
it's always the same.

And they don't care how overwhelmed I am.

The apartment, the inheritance…

Now the insurance company
is asking for paperwork I can't even find.

I feel like I'm drowning.

No pension, it's just…

That's what I'm here for.

I'll help with whatever you need.

-Have they fixed the floor yet?
-Not yet.

Well, I'll take care of it.
With a bit of skill…

And that way, we can see each other.

Salva, the police are still investigating.

Well…

Can't a colleague stop by
to help you with something?

Okay.

Where are you? I'm done with the floor.

-Thank you so much, Salva.
-You're welcome.

You'll see when you get here.
It looks great.

Oh, and I got you some groceries.
Your fridge was nearly empty.

In case you want me to stay.

I can't make it. Sorry, love,
they loaded me with work again.

Are you still at the apartment?
I could use a huge favor.

You know I'm at your service.

I need some information for the pension
and I can't check it from here.

Can you log on to my computer?

Sure, what do you need?

-Maje?
-Wait a second.

Salva, I have to go.

I'll send you what I need
on WhatsApp, okay?

Thanks, darling.

DANIEL GARCÍA IGLESIAS
LOVE IN ROME

HOW'S YOUR ITALIAN COMING ALONG?
YOU'LL NEED IT IN ROME.

NO PASSPORT NEEDED,
JUST BRING THAT WAISTLINE. CIAO BELLA.

IT'S FOR THE BEST, YOU KNOW THAT.

I KNOW. BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE IT EASIER.

I'M STRUGGLING.
YOU LOOKED GORGEOUS TODAY, BY THE WAY.

I'M A MESS. I DON'T EVEN LEAVE THE HOUSE.
NOT SEEING YOU IS KILLING ME.

DON'T KNOW
HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN HANDLE IT.

Who's that?

Nothing, Francesc.
He's having some computer issues.

Oh.

Hello?

Salva?

Hi, how are you? What's up?

What was I going to say?

I'm not okay.

I need you to tell me what happened
I thought you were doing fine.

I don't know what went wrong.
Did I say something?

Yeah, but…

No, it just…

It just hit me that…

your mom's right,

you need a break from home.

And I realized that, in a way,
you might need a break from me too.

Because every time you see me,
it's gonna remind you.

No way! Never.

I told you, I've put it behind me.
I never even thought about it.

I promised I wouldn't make the connection,
and I haven't.

I'd forgotten about it
until you just brought it up.

-Right.
-Never thought about it.

Well, it hit me hard.

Really hard.

Yeah, but that's in your head.

Don't try to project
your thoughts onto me.

I called the police the other day.

What?

A friend of mine.

Jesus, Salva!
Don't do anything crazy, okay?

No, I called my friend.
I won't do anything crazy.

I just asked him…

"Hey, can you check something for me?"

And he did. He looked into it.

You didn't mention Andrés, did you?

Yeah, I did.

Well, there's someone else.
I don't know who he is.

Someone called Daniel.
I don't remember his last name.

Yeah, um…

Yeah, I told them about him, the ad guy.
You remember the ad guy?

I heard you're going away with him.

To Italy.

-Yes, but with other people.
-Right.

Well, anyway, It just hit me because…

But wait, are they investigating me now?

Either you or him. But they know.

Shit.

They know.

Listen, can we…?

Oh my God, Salva! Can we meet or not?

If I don't make you happy, tell me.

Look…

How do I…? No, okay?

-Okay.
-And one more thing.

I thought I was in the clear,
but they're digging into me.

Or at least him.

If you mentioned anything about him…

They investigate…

-They're tapping my phone?
-I'm not sure.

But they know you two
have a trip to Italy planned.

Didn't say where, but definitely Italy.

And right when
you're supposed to be in Novelda.

-I told you there were things I wouldn't…
-Fine. I just… It all hit me at once.

All right.

If you want to hear it, I'll tell you.
But you're choosing to suffer.

You keep living with your family,
enjoying your son…

And I can't be here, alone, with no one.

This guy has a kid.

Yeah, that's what I wanted to ask you.

Where do I fit in all this?

Can we meet?

Yeah.

At The Tapas Corner.

-Okay, give me half an hour.
-Okay.

-I'll be there at 11:00 a.m.
-We'll talk about it.

-See you soon.
-Okay.

See you soon.

The Tapas Corner? Where's that?

-A place in Patraix.
-Can we make it in time?

If we hurry, yes.

-So let's go.
-Come on, guys.

-Turri.
-Yeah?

One thing.

What was that
about calling his cop friend?

-Don't look at me.
-Has someone blabbed?

Eva, come on. That's insulting.

Check who accessed the wiretaps.

Only we have access. The team's solid.

Don't let your guard down.

Do me a favor,
find out who Salvador talked to. Go.

Let's move.

Turri, talk to me.

Eva, we got Salva's phone records.

Calls to his wife,
his son, and his mother.

Nothing unusual so far.
But there's one number that pops up a lot.

Longer calls to a prepaid phone.

Who still uses prepaid phones nowadays?

Drug dealers, terrorists…

And murderers.

Exactly.

-Good work.
-Boss.

I gotta go.

-What's up?
-I see Maje.

Yeah, I see her.

-Someone's coming.
-What do they look like?

A chubby middle-aged guy.

Not my type.

Are you sure it's him?
You didn't mess up, did you?

-Want me to go in?
-We don't have clearance yet.

Just photos, for now.

All right.

It's on page five.

Definitely not my type.

And not hers either,
but they've got something going on.

Check the call transcript.

This part.

SALVA: THEY KNOW.
MAJE: LISTEN TO ME…

It's on the edge.
We need something clearer.

We need those phone records.

We're getting close. Seriously.

Go ahead with the phones,
and bring me a nice Christmas gift.

Do you like it?

It's perfect.

Everything's perfect with you.

Do we have enough for the down payment?

Don't worry about that.
The developer is offering good terms.

An initial deposit of €10,000
would be required.

Then we can sort out the mortgage…

Hello?

Hi. Just to let you know,
your bathroom is working again.

-Salva calling the burner.
-Quite the handyman.

It was leaking a lot.

I'm the one leaking now.

Oh, buttercup, don't say that.
You know I can't resist.

Some guys get laid all the time,
but none can deliver like you do.

Now that's quality porn.

You know I've got a wild imagination.

-This girl is very smart.
-Yeah, that must be it.

That guy's definitely involved.

From what we've seen,
he seems more like a simp to me.

Even more reason. That chump
has never got so lucky in his life.

Look. It's Víctor, the victim's brother.

Víctor?

So, I mean…
Any updates on the investigation?

Anything we can hold on to?

My parents are desperate for news.

Right. The thing is…

I don't want to jump the gun,
but I don't want to lie to you either.

The truth is,
we're very close to catching the guy.

Okay.

-But please keep this quiet.
-Of course.

Only the immediate family can know.

This is crucial, okay, Víctor?

Of course. You got it.

Good.

Not a word.
And let us know if you need anything.

Take care, Víctor.

Thanks. Really, it means a lot.

Of course. Thank you. Bye.

-You think he'll tell her?
-Of course. That's the whole point.

Let's see if a little scare
makes the widow drop the saintly act.

-Hello.
-Would you like a drink?

-A glass of water?
-No, thanks.

-So, what is it?
-How are you doing?

Well, you know
I'm still juggling two jobs,

but I'm struggling
to make ends meet on my own,

and I need us to start figuring out…
how to split the apartment we bought.

Our son's been dead for four months,

and you haven't even
respected his mourning.

Dad.

Just reminding you he was my husband too.

We can't sell the place
until the investigation is closed.

Yeah, but that could take forever.
I feel like the cops are clueless.

Well, not exactly.

The inspector said
they've got the person's name already.

Oh, really?

Why wasn't I told?

What does that matter?

It just feels weird.

I'm his widow, dealing with everything…

What matters is that the bastard
who killed my brother will pay for it.

Damn it, Salva.

Hello. I'm not available right now.

María Jesús, where are you going?
Aren't you staying for lunch?

I'm making roast rabbit.

Come!

Arturo…

What happened to him…

It was a colleague from the hospital.

A guy who's obsessed with me.

But I didn't know, Mom. I swear.

I swear I had no idea.

I'm terrified.

Why?

-For your safety?
-No.

He would never… No.

I don't know, maybe…
I don't know what to do, Mom, I…

Sweetheart.

What's done is done.

Nothing will bring Arturo back.

And it's certainly not up to us
to be the judges of anything.

Okay?

Our Lord sees and hears everything.

And He will, on Judgment Day.

And in the kingdom of Heaven.

Salva? Hello?

Hello. You back?

Hey, I spoke to Arturo's brother
about the inheritance.

Yes?

He said the investigation's over.

They have a suspect, name and everything.

Imagine how I felt, my heart was pounding.

And I asked him, "Really?"
And he said, "Yes, it's done."

Good. At least you'll get
the insurance money.

Yeah, but Salva, I'm so confused.

If you're worried about me, don't be.
Trust me.

Maybe they've got someone.

A suspect with a record,

and they're just collecting
more evidence against them.

Yeah, that's what I thought too.

They should be investigating me.
And they're not. You hear me?

How do you know?

They'd have to arrest me first,

to see if I have a record, an alibi, a…

I can't believe it.

Anything like that,
they would've had to find out.

Okay, so I can relax, right?

Yes. Trust me, you can relax, okay?

Don't worry. Really.

I trust you.

Okay. Right now, what you need is…

a bit of stability.

And from what you've told me,

it sounds like
you can have that with Daniel.

Okay?

Are you there?

Yes. Okay.

Okay.

So don't overthink it.

Spend New Year's with him.

Honestly, it's just that…

it's hard for me to say this.

I know.

It's just that I love you.

I can't stop thinking about you,

even when I'm not thinking about anything.

I know.

Let's talk next week, okay?

On the morning of the 2nd?

Yeah. You have to go to Teresianas?

Yes.

Okay, let's meet there for lunch.

Yes, there at 10:30 a.m.

Okay, perfect.

And we'll talk properly.
And wish each other a happy New Year.

Yes, definitely.

It's a miracle we actually solve cases

with how understaffed we are.

If we put these on top,

it'll record them.

Look, those useless napkins
don't clean or dry anything.

But they might actually help us out.

How are you?

Well…

Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen.

Stop saying that. You're freaking me out.

Thanks.

Oh, Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

I have a question.

The key.

Where's the key?

Nobody leaves that door open.

It's always locked.

So what are you saying?

A thousand euros!

-Calm down, okay?
-Yes, please.

Not here, all right?

Look…

I mean, if anything happens…

You don't know anything about anything.

It won't happen, but if it does…

You took it.

Yeah, it disappeared, and that's it.

I didn't say that.

It doesn't matter.
Whatever you say, you'll be fine.

Okay.

What about you?

Will you be okay?

I mean…

Would you know how to get off?

Yes.

This wasn't part of the plan.

I know.

The recording isn't as clear as we'd like,
but it's understandable.

We have enough evidence
to arrest María Jesús and Salvador.

First thing tomorrow,
we'll stake out their houses.

Once they head to work…

Inform the press.
I want everything documented.

With all due respect,

I'd rather avoid making a media circus.

I'm talking about our own people.
Fellow officers, not the tabloids.

Even so, it's not necessary.
Cameras make people lose their minds.

If you don't want trouble, do what I say.

Get me footage of the two lovers in cuffs.

His motorbike's there, but the car's gone.

-You sure no one spotted you at the café?
-I'm sure.

Okay. Here, you drive. Let's go.

Turri, location of Salva's last call, now.

Apparently his mom's in the ICU here.

-Let's be discreet, okay?
-Got it, boss.

This is his mess, not hers.

Poor woman.
Who's gonna look after her now?

Maybe someone tipped him off. An insider.

No way. That's impossible.

-He has to be there.
-Well…

Try the stairs.

Well, no. He's not here.

-Impossible.
-Want to check yourself?

I'm telling you, he's not here.

-That can't be.
-Check Salva's phone again.

Calls made and received
in the last 24 hours.

I know where you're going with this.
We've tracked every number.

All fully identified.
The signal shows he's at the hospital.

He's in the building.

Nothing.

Coffee?

Sure.

A cortado and an iced coffee, please.

-Salvador Rodrigo?
-Yes.

-Eva Torres, National Police.
-Right.

Come with us, please.

Salvador Rodrigo, you are under arrest.

-You have the right to remain silent--
-I know my rights.

Well, you're not skipping the speech.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you…

Eat it at the office
and tell me how it was.

Delicious, I'm sure.

My mom's a pro. I just do my best.

She's a saint!

-Sushi, then?
-Yes, please!

-I'll book it when I get off.
-You do it, okay?

-I'll be working.
-Got it.

-Have a good day.
-You too.

Good morning, María Jesús.

Eva, what's all this?

I need you to come to the station.

-Eva, please.
-What's going on?

Stay back, please.

-Someone let this guy know what's up.
-Know what's up with what?

-Have him come in to testify.
-You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one…

I want my own lawyer.
Not a public defender.

I'm sorry, Salvador, but we've requested
incommunicado detention.

Look, Eva. It's Eva, right?

You've got nothing on me.

-And before you force a confession--
-I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Sit up straight, please.

Sit up straight, please.

But Eva, this has to be a mistake.

Did you tell my family?
Oh God, when my mother finds out…

You can't do this to the people
of Novelda. This is serious.

-While Arturo's murderer's out there--
-Listen, Maje.

That grieving widow act
might have worked on your lovers,

but you can drop it with me.

Now's your chance to tell us the truth.
I'd take it if I were you.

Let's cut to the chase.

Did you and María Jesús Moreno
plan Arturo Ferrer's death?

I'll only answer to the judge.

No.

You're making a huge mistake, Eva.

Unbelievable.

I've been thinking the same thing
since I tapped your phone.

It's unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

Daniel, Andrés, Salva… Unbelievable.

Look, Salvador, in a few hours,
you'll be on every news channel.

Your life is no longer private.

Either tell your side,
or let the world believe Maje's version.

Maje didn't know anything.
It was all my idea.

How did you get the keys to the garage?

I'd had them for a while.

She gave them to me
to use the spot if I needed to.

Didn't you give him
the keys to the garage?

Well, yes, but…

I was too scared to say no.

Right. You're scared of Salva,
of Arturo, of everyone…

But you handle them all like a pro.

Salva is a very dangerous man, Eva.

He's…

in love with me.

Has been for years,
since I started at the hospital.

-But I don't see him that way.
-Of course not.

You don't see him that way, huh?

How was it again? Hold on.

Oh, right.

You don't smash the fucking glass.

Look, I let him…

You know…

Do things to me… down there.

But he disgusts me.

Maje and I are just good friends.

I don't write love letters
or give kiss vouchers to my friends.

"I love you so much,
I can't stop thinking about you."

You have no right to read those.
They're private.

Oh, trust me, we do.

"I want you to be happy so much
that I would do anything for you."

"Just your fool, Salva."

My God.

Look, Maje.

I'll give you one last chance.

Did Salva kill Arturo
without you asking him to?

-Yes.
-Are you sure?

Yes.

You may have managed to fool them,
but not me, sweetheart.

No.

You've got something,
I don't know what, but…

if you were smart,
you would've told me the truth.

It was my idea.
I wanted to protect her from that bastard.

Arturo never abused Maje.

She made it up
to manipulate you into doing it.

-You don't know that.
-Yes, we do.

Of course we do. Believe me.

Arturo never abused Maje. Not once.

Are we done?

You're making
the biggest mistake of your life.

Honestly, I feel bad.

But not for you. No.

You could've
gotten through your midlife crisis

with a white sports car or a new piercing.

But no, you went all in,
and look where it got you.

Honestly…

I feel bad for your wife,
and especially your son.

Seems like a good kid.

IN MEMORY OF DEPUTY INSPECTOR
BLAS GÁMEZ ORTIZ

OF THE VALENCIA HOMICIDE UNIT,

KILLED IN THE LINE OF DUTY
ON SEPTEMBER 12TH, 2017.

EVA LEFT THE HOMICIDE UNIT
AND RETURNED TO PATROL DUTY.

TO THIS DAY, NO OTHER UNIT IN SPAIN
HAS MATCHED THE CASE RESOLUTION RATE

OF THE VALENCIA HOMICIDE UNIT.

DURING THEIR FIRST MONTHS IN PRISON,

WHILE AWAITING TRIAL,
MAJE AND SALVA EXCHANGED LOVE LETTERS.

MEANWHILE, MAJE BEGAN
RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER INMATES.

WHEN SALVA FOUND OUT,

HE ASKED TO CHANGE
HIS STATEMENT BEFORE THE TRIAL.

In my previous statement,
I said it was all my idea.

But it was both of us.

She asked you to kill him.

Yes.

Age?

THEY WERE SENTENCED
TO 22 AND 17 YEARS IN PRISON.

SALVADOR'S SENTENCE WAS REDUCED
FOR COOPERATING WITH AUTHORITIES.

MAJE'S WAS INCREASED
DUE TO HER RELATIONSHIP TO THE VICTIM.

Marital status?

Married.

Marital status?

Widowed.

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS.

SOME CHARACTERS, SCENES,
AND STORYLINES HAVE BEEN FICTIONALIZED

FOR CREATIVE AND PRIVACY PURPOSES.

Subtitle translation by: Felipe M.