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Antonio Gaudí, who graced Barcelona

with his buildings, his mosaics,

and his monumental unfinished church,

also marked the city with his tragic death

on June 10th, 1926…

LA FERRADURA YOUTH CENTER
TARRAGONA, 1984

…when he was struck by a tram.

Once a young and idealistic architect,

Gaudí had, in his later years,

turned almost ascetic,
devoting himself entirely

to the Expiatory Temple
of the Sagrada Familia,

which he called
"the cathedral of the poor,"

in a nod to Joaquim Mir's painting.

His death shocked the entire city.

The response from Barcelonians
was overwhelming.

Only a handful of photographs remain,

capturing the devotion he inspired

as a man revered
as both a genius and a saint.

The bourgeoisie and workers alike
filled the streets, draped in mourning,

to bid farewell to the architect,

who was laid to rest in the crypt
beneath the Sagrada Familia,

his unfinished masterpiece.

Death, the great equalizer,

places us all before the prospect
of salvation or damnation for our sins.

Opening doors.

I repeat, opening doors.

BASED ON THE NOVEL
"EL VERDUGO DE GAUDÍ"

CITY OF SHADOWS

CHAPTER 5
GÜELL PAVILIONS

Héctor!

Héctor!

Is she awake yet?

No.

I believe it's crucial
to listen to every single voice,

even the ones that make us uncomfortable.

Our job is to show the events
from different viewpoints.

And then it's up to the viewer
to decide for themselves

what to make of it all.

But aren't you afraid
of being in contact with the killer?

Learning to live with fear
is part of the job.

And living with… with… the risk…

with the damn fame,

with the loneliness…

Being far from family
and the people that you love…

But that's life, and this is my calling.

Mauricio, we'll let you go now.

Thank you for your time with us.

Of course. And thank you all

for valuing my work and…
the importance of true journalism…

…which, as you know, Enrique--

-No, I swear, it's true.
-No way.

-I'm enjoying it.
-That's great.

Look what I learned.

Why don't you try some first?

-Hello, Milo.
-Hello.

-I didn't expect you, Elias.
-And I didn't expect you, Milo.

You're usually not around
when you're needed.

Father, don't, please. You promised.

He insisted on coming
in case we had questions.

I didn't wanna see you either, Milo.

But you both paid a fortune
for this apartment,

so I wanna make sure
you don't get ripped off.

You do know a lot about that.

You're like the go-to expert
when it comes to real estate.

I did predict the crisis.

At first,
everything is just perfect, right?

There's a lot of optimism,

a lot of recklessness.

And then, everything crashes,
and everyone acts surprised.

But I saw it coming.

It seems to me that external factors
are the real culprits behind the crisis.

Circumstances aren't an excuse, Milo.

Okay, stop! That's enough.

Let's talk for a minute, please.

I shouldn't have let him come.
You're right. I'm sorry.

But please, the buyers will be here
with their lawyers in ten minutes.

We sign the papers and you leave, okay?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Perfect. Now we can talk
about something else, all right?

The weather?

-Or Félix Torrens.
-Mm!

We're having quite a fiery fall this year…

Indeed, and the season's specialty
is grilled bourgeoisie.

I'm sure you knew him.

Not really, no.

What did you think of him?

Is this an interrogation?

Are you gonna read me my rights?

There was a rumor…
saying he was perhaps a bit corrupt.

Just a bit, really?

Come on, Elias.

I'd say Torrens could be… peculiar.

There were always these rumors
about his tastes being quite…

perverted.

Perverted? How?

It's probably gossip. Who knows, right?

He was a man of taste.

A lover of beauty.

He enjoyed being surrounded…

Yes?

Sergeant?

This is Alba Conté.
Susana didn't come to work this morning.

I tried calling her but there's no answer.

I don't know where she is.

Her doorman didn't see her
come home last night.

And her car isn't in the garage.

Um, um… Uh, I'll take care of it.

Okay? Uh… I'll call you
if I find anything out.

-I'm sorry, I have to go.
-You're kidding?

No. It concerns Susana, Irene.

-No, Milo… Milo! Milo!
-I can't. I'm sorry, I have to go.

Milo!

What did I tell you?

Rebeca! Susana Cabrera is missing.

Start a search for her vehicle
near her house.

PEDRALBES
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2010

1 DAY SINCE SUSANA CABRERA'S KIDNAPPING

Milo.

One of her friends told us she saw
Susana leaving the Laietà Fitness Club

in her car, past 9 o'clock last night.

It's about ten minutes away.

There are no security cameras. I checked.

And her phone?

In the glove box.

And her purse and her sports bag
were also sitting on the passenger's seat.

No signs of Susana Cabrera yet.

All units be on the lookout.

-Yes?
-Milo.

I have the autopsy results
of that old woman who died in the church.

The tests revealed a very high dose
of etomidate in her blood.

It's an intravenous anesthetic
used to induce general anesthesia.

And sometimes, it's used for sedation.

They injected it right here.

It sent her into cardiac arrest.

They're probably using that
for the abductions too.

Makes sense.

Yes, but she doesn't fit
the profile of the other victims.

Working-class woman, retired fishmonger…

What were they doing?

Trying to abduct her during mass
without anyone noticing?

Given her body type and age,
the dose was lethal.

They knew perfectly what they were doing.
They wanted to kill her.

Milo, is something wrong?

Milo!

-Any news yet?
-Yes, I'm sorry.

We found her car a couple of hours ago,
just ten minutes from her fitness club.

They abducted Susana?

We don't understand.
Up until now, it had been about revenge.

But this, this is breaking the pattern.

We need a search warrant
for a house near Parc Güell.

-Do you think you could get that?
-Yes, yes.

-Whatever you need.
-Thank you.

Alba, do you know where she used to work?

She worked in criminal law for 20 years.

But that was after
starting out in prison surveillance.

And also spending several years
in the juvenile court.

Who are you?

What's going on?

You don't have the guts to show your face?

Just not yet.

You'll never be able
to tell anyone you saw me anyway.

But I still wanna record your face.

Oh, it's a pleasure
to see you again, Judge Cabrera.

Who are you?

It's been… quite a few years.

But here you are.

Shh!

You can't get out.

This is the first
juvenile facility Torrens opened.

La Ferradura,
on the outskirts of Tarragona.

It served as the headquarters
of the foundation he chaired.

Thank you. Come on, smile!

The foundation then opened
two other facilities after that.

La Llebre in Lleida.

And La Clau in Girona.

Ferradura, Llebre, and Clau.

-Are those Catalan words?
-Yes, they are.

A little bit higher, a bit more…

They mean horseshoe, hare, and key.

All three are lucky symbols. Very Gaudí.

Thank you.

I haven't found anything
noteworthy about the others,

but I did about La Ferradura,
where Torrens was based.

He left the facility in 1990,
to chair the Torrens Foundation.

And two years later,
the facility got burnt down.

In 1992?
Whoever we're looking for was there.

I have bad news though.

Everything was destroyed in the fire.
No files are left.

There's no record of who was there.

That means we'll have to dig
into the files from back then.

All those from the juvenile court.

They've never been digitized.

It would be like
looking for a needle in a haystack.

We need to find someone
who used to work at La Ferradura.

I'm on it. Oh, and one more thing.

The juvenile facility where Joan Grau was

has absolutely nothing to do with Torrens.

There's no connection.

I need a coffee.

Don't worry, we'll find her.

We have a good lead.

Thank you.

Hey, how are you?

How's it going?

Milo, Bastos was looking for you,
not even a minute ago.

Shit.

I told you there was no skipping
sessions with the psychologist.

-It won't happen again, sir.
-I warned you, Sergeant.

We… we got a solid lead.
We can find the judge.

If we find her, it won't be thanks to you.
No one is indispensable.

And, actually,
your friendship with the judge

makes you
the least suitable person for this.

-Sorry, but I don't agree with you.
-I'm not the only one who says so.

The psychologist noted it
in her report as well.

She says you're under
intense emotional pressure.

And it's affecting
your professional judgment.

I'm sorry, but with all due respect,

no psychologist can really know
how I feel or what I'm capable of.

You can't fire me now.

You know it's a reckless decision
and a terrible strategy.

It seems you know exactly
how to do my job.

So you'll understand
why I can't ignore the fact

that you went on TV
with your journalist friend.

I think you're the one
leaking information to the press.

-I already told you that wasn't me.
-This isn't a debate, Sergeant.

It's an official communication.

Mm.

-Find the person responsible…
-We need to talk.

-We're in a meeting right now.
-It's important.

All right, fine. We'll continue later.

See you, Malart.

It was a pleasure.

Take care of yourself, okay?

-Does everyone know?
-Yes, I'm afraid so.

No matter what happened
between the both of us,

you know I'm a good officer.

I never said otherwise, Milo.

Then you… you'll agree that Bastos
shouldn't be letting me go. Not yet.

You know I don't make the rules.

Jordi, if we don't find Susana,
they'll kill her.

If you could just let me
keep my gun and badge until Sunday.

Until the day of the visit of the Pope.

Yes… It'll be the fifth day
of her abduction.

I can't do that, Milo.

Of course you fucking can!

Would you rather do what's best for Susana
or follow orders you were given?

Damn, Milo.

Only until Sunday.

And don't you dare show up here
or approach one of us. Understood?

Milo… I'm risking my job for you.

I owe you one.

Milo!

Haven't you heard?

You tell me.

They fired me.

I have the search warrant
for Georgina Perricot's house. Come on.

I don't understand what my mother's death

has to do with all those Gaudí murders.

We're not sure.

But we do know
that an anesthetic substance

was injected into her blood
and that's what caused her cardiac arrest.

What?

Why?

We're trying to find out.

So sorry for your loss.

We need to ask you
a few questions about your mother.

Of course.

Your mother,
was she in conflict with anyone?

From her past, or whenever?

Hmm… No.

The only thing preventing her
from enjoying her retirement

was the threat
of the expropriation of this house.

There's this redevelopment plan
for Parc Güell,

and they want
to demolish all these houses.

We saw the banners.

My mother…

she wanted to keep this place
for her grandchildren.

That is what kept her up at night.

No matter the amount
of sleeping pills she was prescribed,

she couldn't fall asleep.

She stayed up every single night?

Yes.

She was very worried.

How do you get to the balcony
overlooking the street?

Right here.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

Excuse me.

She saw something, so they killed her.

Why didn't she call the police?

STOP SPECULATING WITH OUR HOMES

Judge Cabrera was in charge of the case.

She was the one who ordered my arrest
and questioned me two days ago.

It's quite paradoxical

that the person who was trying
to prevent further killings from happening

has fallen into the very trap
she was trying to disarm.

Cruel irony of fate.

At this point,

who knows, perhaps Casa Vicens
might turn into the scene

of the next crime,

here, in this Orientalist wonder
of young Gaudí.

God forbid.

In any case, whatever happens,

we'll always be here to let you know.

Yesterday, those were Mauricio's words
upon hearing the shocking news

of the abduction of the judge
handling the case of Gaudí's shadow.

Oh, shut up.

The number you've called
is currently unavailable.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hi, it's me.

So, I just wanted to…

to know how you're doing
and, uh, have a little chat with you.

I haven't heard from you in a while.

Though I'm guessing you…

have been hearing a lot from me
since I've been on TV quite a bit lately.

But anyway, uh…

That's about it.
Give me a call when you can.

Sending kisses to you
and your brother. Bye.

Hello?

I have something for you.

Tonight, at 1:00 a.m.

Same place as where we met before?

The police are following you.

Get rid of them.

Ah, what the fuck is he doing now?

He's turning on Passatge Pellicer.
Turn. Take the next one.

I can't turn there.
I have to take Córcega. Fuck!

I'm not finding anything
about La Ferradura.

Yeah, me neither.

-Time for lunch?
-Yes.

Do you know where we can go? My treat.

LA DALIA SEAFOOD RESTAURANT

EL GATO NEGRO
LOCKERS, SWIMSUITS, SHOWERS

Have you tracked them down?

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH, 2010

Thanks.

2 DAYS SINCE SUSANA'S KIDNAPPING

Rojo and Cervera are following
Mauricio Navarro.

It seems he's noticed,
because he's been taking them

all over Barcelona.

Damn. Put those two together
and you still don't get a full brain.

Milo!

Milo!

-Hugo, Hugo.
-I know everything!

I know Sara went to see you at your place!

It's all your fault!
Everything's all because of you! Get off!

Calm down.

-He ruined my marriage! My own brother…
-Hey! Hey! Stop or I'm calling the police!

It's okay, we're the police.

-Hugo.
-Don't worry.

Marc died because of you. It's your fault!

Hugo, listen to me!

Marc's death is nobody's fault!

Okay? No one did it!

No one.

Being with you is all he ever wanted.

Because he was afraid of you, Hugo.

And so is Sara, that's why she came to me.

-Shut up.
-She's terrorized. You scare her.

Can't you see
that we only want to help you?

No! Shut it! Shut it! Shut it!

If you continue drinking
and don't take your medication,

it will only get worse. You know it.

-And we'll have to get you interned.
-No! No! No! No! Not that, please!

Please don't get me interned!
I'll never get out of there…

You're not well. You're not well.

-No!
-Can't you see that you're not well?

Promise me that, Milo.

-Promise me you won't!
-Okay.

Okay… I promise.

-If you promise me you'll try harder, huh?
-Yeah.

Yes.

-Yes.
-Okay.

Come here. It's settled.

Okay.

Mauricio, look behind you.

Yes, I saw you.
Go drive around the block again.

-Again?
-Yes, again.

And don't take your eyes off your phone.

The bastard knew.
He went into the building and I lost him.

Yeah.

He's coming out through
the parking lot near the casino. Run! Run!

Lucas, go wait for me on the side
of the Hospital del Mar right now!

Go! Go! Go!

It's all good. I left him at home.

Sara gave him a pill and… he fell asleep.

What did your father have?

Paranoid schizophrenia.

Hmm.

He had episodes, like Hugo.

Mm.

Delusions.

Hallucinations.

He…

died in the psychiatric institution.

Mm.

Are you afraid you'll end up like him?

I get it.

What my mother had is hereditary too.

I've done all the tests.

They've come back negative for now, but…

it's still there.

I think that being scared
is a symptom of being sane.

-Shall we get back to work?
-Yeah, please.

At least one of them
went to La Ferradura in the '80s.

Or perhaps more than one.

Mm. So they'd be
between 30 and 45 years old now.

Okay…

We're dealing with children
from broken families

and who certainly have
emotional disorders, trust issues,

intolerance to frustration…

in a situation of complete vulnerability.

They probably have suffered sexual abuse.

And from that moment on,
they developed dissociative mechanisms

to manage stress
and overcome their past trauma.

They must've planned
all of this way ahead of time.

-For years.
-Well over 20 years.

What have they been doing all this time?

Maybe it's a group of friends
who stayed in touch?

A relationship forged
in stressful circumstances

can result in
a very strong connection and bond.

Could they be a couple?

Only two?

-Uh-huh.
-Maybe.

Félix Torrens is a lover of beauty.

He probably abused them at La Ferradura.

Mm? He got what he deserved.

I won't argue that.

And maybe they blame Susana
for sending them there.

And for Georgina Perricot,
maybe they didn't plan that.

A circumstantial victim.

-Mm.
-And Pintó?

Only Joan Grau has something against him.

Yes, but maybe Joan Grau is in touch
with the rest of the group.

Even if he has nothing against
Torrens or Susana, as far as we know.

We're missing too many answers.

Let's go for a walk.

No way I'm going in.

Are you afraid?

No, I'm not afraid.

Looks like you are to me.

When we get there,
drop me off at the entrance of the gardens

and then you can go and park
a little further away, okay?

Okay.

And this time, please…
stay further away so they don't see you.

I need them to believe
that I'm all alone, all right?

Yeah. Got it, boss.

Hello.

-Did you come alone?
-Yes, I swear.

I was able to ditch the Mossos.

What do you have for me?

An exclusive.

It was a good idea after all.

I'll never forgive myself…

if we don't find her alive.

Milo.

Milo.

Milo. Milo.

Milo.

What is it?

I just got a phone call.

They found a burnt body,
hanging off of a Güell Pavilions fence.

Is it Susana?

I don't know.

I'm heading there.

Rebeca.

-Hey!
-What?

I'll go with you.

Milo, you're not allowed to.

No one must see you.

No, I'm getting dressed.

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 5TH, 2010

Rebeca.

-Did anyone see anything?
-No, apparently not.

At 5:00 a.m.,
a neighbor was going to the airport,

saw the smoke, reported it.

But the body was already badly burnt.

We'll talk later.

Milo!

It isn't Susana!

It isn't Susana.

Breathe.

Goyo noticed it wasn't
a woman because of the pelvis.

Chances are,
it probably is Mauricio Navarro.

But… but the Mossos were watching him, no?

They lost track of him at the beach.

The cameraman who worked
with him reported him missing.

He said they went to Montjuïc
last night to meet with the killer.

That's where they usually met.

But he lost sight of him
and never saw him again.

We can still find her.

You can see my face now.

You don't recognize it?

My name is Helena.

Helena…

Give me some water.

Isn't this all so absurd?

You make decisions in your office

about the lives of people
you don't even know.

You've fucked up so many lives,
and you don't even know our names.

Right?

They'll find out where I am.

You think?

They'll find out where I am.

No one will save you.

No one.

TO VERÓNICA ECHEGUI
WITH ALL OUR LOVE AND ADMIRATION