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[male voice on tape] 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.

[children chattering indistinctly]

[male voice] 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.

[dramatic classical music playing]

[dramatic music continues]

- [man on PA] Opening doors. - [music fades]

[man on PA] I repeat, opening doors.

[keys jingling]

[distant siren wailing]

[dramatic musical sting]

[tense, thrilling music playing]

BASED ON THE NOVEL "EL VERDUGO DE GAUDÍ"

CITY OF SHADOWS

CHAPTER 5 GÜELL PAVILIONS

[music fades]

[sizzling]

[woman] Héctor!

Héctor!

Is she awake yet?

No.

[sizzling continues]

[metallic clang]

[footsteps]

[eerie music playing]

[woman breathing shakily]

[Mauricio] 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.

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

Learning to live with fear is part of the job.

[Mauricio on radio] 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.

[interviewer] 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…

[Milo scoffs]

- …which, as you know, Enrique... - [turns off radio]

[breathes deeply]

[keys in lock]

[keys jingling]

[melancholic music playing]

- [man] No, I swear, it's true. - [woman] No way.

[laughter]

[lively, indistinct chatter]

[voices and laughter fade]

[keys jingling]

[distant sirens wailing]

[seagulls squawking]

[melancholic music playing]

[distant voices]

- [young man] I'm enjoying it. - [woman] That's great.

[young man] Look what I learned.

[breathes deeply]

[melancholic music continues]

[hissing, bubbling]

Why don't you try some first?

[door opening]

[exhales]

- [Irene] 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.

[Milo sighs]

[whispers] 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?

[both take a deep breath]

Are you sure?

Yes.

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

The weather?

- [Milo] Or Félix Torrens. - Mm!

We're having quite a fiery fall this year…

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

- [Irene sighs] - [Elias chuckles]

[Milo] 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?

[scoffs] 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…

[phone ringing]

[dramatic music playing]

[Milo] Yes?

[woman on phone] 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.

[panting]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[gasps, groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[unsettling music playing]

[gasps]

[panting]

- [tires screech] - [Milo grunts]

[horn honks]

[grunts]

[unsettling music continues]

[thuds]

[panting, groaning]

[continues panting]

[takes deep breaths]

[exhales deeply]

[unsettling music continues]

PEDRALBES WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2010

1 DAY SINCE SUSANA CABRERA'S KIDNAPPING

[panting]

[Rebeca] 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.

[dramatic stinger plays]

[Rebeca] There are no security cameras. I checked.

And her phone?

[takes a deep breath] In the glove box.

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

[officer on radio] No signs of Susana Cabrera yet.

- All units be on the lookout. - [radio beeps]

- [phone ringing] - [Milo breathing quickly]

- Yes? - [Goyo] 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?

[Alba] 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.

[Susana moans]

[menacing music playing]

[groans]

[sinister music playing]

[click]

Who are you?

[Susana breathing shakily]

What's going on?

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

[female voice] Just not yet.

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

But I still wanna record your face.

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

[Susana] Who are you?

[woman] It's been… quite a few years.

But here you are.

- [Susana winces] - [woman] Shh!

You can't get out.

[Susana breathing shakily]

[Crespo] 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? - [Crespo] Yes, they are.

A little bit higher, a bit more…

[Crespo] They mean horseshoe, hare, and key.

All three are lucky symbols. Very Gaudí.

Thank you.

[Crespo] 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.

[Crespo] 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.

[breathes deeply] I need a coffee.

[coffee machine rattles]

[footsteps]

- [click] - [coffee machine whirs]

Don't worry, we'll find her.

We have a good lead.

Thank you.

[machine clicks]

[Font] Hey, how are you?

How's it going?

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

Shit.

[footsteps leaving quickly]

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.

[breathing shakily]

[door opens, slams]

[breathing heavily]

[panting]

[Milo breathing shakily]

[tense music playing]

- [struggling to regulate breathing] - [heartbeat pumping]

[grunts, inhales]

Mm.

[breathes deeply]

[tense music continues]

- [Singla] Find the person responsible… - We need to talk.

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

[Milo breathing shakily]

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.

- [thud] - Of course you fucking can!

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

[smacks lips]

Damn, Milo.

[Singla sniffs]

[breathes deeply] 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.

[door closes]

[Rebeca] Milo!

Haven't you heard?

You tell me.

They fired me.

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

[engine starts]

[woman] 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.

- [clock ticking] - [woman sighs]

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.

[Rebeca] We saw the banners.

[woman clears throat]

My mother…

she wanted to keep this place for her grandchildren. [whimpers]

[woman sobs]

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.

[sniffles]

She was very worried.

How do you get to the balcony overlooking the street?

[doors creak]

[woman] Right here.

- [Rebeca] Thank you. - [Milo] Thanks.

[dog barking in distance]

- [click] - [electricity buzzing]

- [phone ringing inside] - [woman] Excuse me.

[footsteps indoors]

She saw something, so they killed her.

Why didn't she call the police?

STOP SPECULATING WITH OUR HOMES

[dramatic music playing]

[Mauricio] 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.

[in unison with TV] God forbid.

[Mauricio on TV] 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.

[beeping]

[dial tone]

[line beeping]

[beeps]

[recorded voice] The number you've called is currently unavailable.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[message 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.

[clears throat] 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.

[phone rings]

Hello?

[male voice] 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.

- [line beeping] - [clicks]

[dramatic music playing]

[distant siren wailing]

[traffic humming]

[inaudible conversation]

[dramatic music builds]

[keys in lock]

[elevator whirring]

[dramatic music continues]

[inaudible conversation]

[dramatic music turns sinister]

- [zipping] - [sniffs]

[Cervera] Ah, what the fuck is he doing now?

[horn honks]

[horn honking]

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

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

[dramatic guitar feedback]

[papers rustling]

[dramatic, pulsating music]

[Milo breathes deeply]

[music stops]

I'm not finding anything about La Ferradura. [sniffs]

Yeah, me neither.

- Time for lunch? - Yes.

Do you know where we can go? My treat.

["No Ho Sé Dir" by Guillermina Motta playing]

[loud, indistinct chatter]

LA DALIA SEAFOOD RESTAURANT

EL GATO NEGRO LOCKERS, SWIMSUITS, SHOWERS

[tableware rattling]

[Rebeca] Have you tracked them down?

THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 4TH, 2010

[Rebeca] 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.

[man] Milo!

Milo!

[clattering]

- 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.

- [Milo] 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.

[Hugo breathing shakily] 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.

- [Hugo whimpering] Promise me you won't! - [Milo] Okay.

- [Hugo continues whimpering] - Okay… I promise.

- If you promise me you'll try harder, huh? - [Hugo softly] Yeah.

Yes.

- Yes. - Okay.

- Come here. It's settled. - [Hugo crying]

[Milo] Okay.

[music fades]

[car engine]

[phone ringing]

[Lucas] 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.

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music builds]

[banging, rattling on door]

[line beeping]

[Rojo] 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!

[tires screech]

[car door opening]

[tires screech]

[Mauricio] Go! Go! Go!

[music fades]

- [dog barking in distance] - [footsteps approaching]

[Milo sighs deeply]

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

Sara gave him a pill and… he fell asleep.

[Rebeca] What did your father have?

[sniffs]

Paranoid schizophrenia.

[Rebeca] Hmm.

He had episodes, like Hugo.

[Rebeca] Mm.

Delusions.

Hallucinations.

He…

died in the psychiatric institution.

- [Milo breathes deeply] - [Rebeca] Mm.

Are you afraid you'll end up like him?

[Rebeca] 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.

[sniffs]

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

[chuckles, sniffs]

[Milo sniffs]

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

[Rebeca] 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?

- [Milo] 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.

[Milo sighs loudly]

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

A circumstantial victim.

- [Rebeca] 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.

[waves lapping]

[Milo breathes deeply]

No way I'm going in.

- [unbuckles belt] - Are you afraid?

No, I'm not afraid.

Looks like you are to me.

["Fuentes de Montjuich" by José Guardiola playing]

[water gurgling]

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.

["Fuentes de Montjuich" continues playing]

[engine idling]

["Fuentes de Montjuich" continues playing]

[song ends]

[bushes rustling]

Hello.

[insects chirping]

- [man] Did you come alone? - Yes, I swear.

I was able to ditch the Mossos.

What do you have for me?

[man] An exclusive.

[soft gasp]

- [thunder rumbling] - [Rebeca] It was a good idea after all.

[Rebeca breathes deeply]

I'll never forgive myself…

if we don't find her alive. [sniffs]

[Milo sighs loudly, sniffs]

[thunder rumbling]

[jazz music playing quietly]

[distant siren wailing]

[snoring softly]

[low, dramatic music playing]

[woman, softly] Milo.

Milo. [echoes]

Milo. Milo.

- [groans] - Milo.

[gasps]

[Milo breathes shakily]

What is it?

[Rebeca] 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.

[dramatic music continues]

[siren wailing]

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 5TH, 2010

[indistinct chatter]

[siren stops]

- [shutters clicking] - [officers chatting indistinctly]

[Font] 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.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[somber music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[shutters clicking]

- [breathes deeply] - [dramatic musical sting]

[breathing shakily]

- [tense music playing] - [gasping]

[sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

[gasps]

[Rebeca] Milo!

It isn't Susana!

[breathing heavily] It isn't Susana.

[Milo breathing shakily]

- Breathe. - [crying relievedly]

[grunts]

[Rebeca] 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. - [sighs heavily]

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.

[sniffs, breathes deeply]

We can still find her.

[metallic clanging]

- [keys jingling] - [door opens]

[door creaks]

[gate clanging]

[woman] You can see my face now.

You don't recognize it?

[Susana quivering, groans softly]

My name is Helena.

[tense music playing]

[Susana] Helena…

Give me some water.

[scoffs]

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?

[breathing shakily]

They'll find out where I am.

[scoffs]

You think?

They'll find out where I am.

No one will save you.

No one.

[Susana breathing heavily]

TO VERÓNICA ECHEGUI WITH ALL OUR LOVE AND ADMIRATION

[tense music continues]

[music fades]