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"I must kill you"

"He's blind with rage. I must kill you on this rack, villains."

"Who killed the Commander? Fuenteovejuna, Sir."

"Somewhere in La Mancha, in a place I'd rather not remember..."

QUEVEDO STREET

HANDCRAFTED BOOKBINDING "THE FISHER KING" MADRID SINCE 1907

No!

Here it is, Inspector. Confirmed.

Modified glycerin.

When the victim applied the cleaning liquid,

a chemical reaction occurred and it exploded.

Inspector Madariaga, you must see this. It's important.

I'll handle it. Thank you.

Are you Unai López de Ayala, former Ertzaintza inspector?

I'm Inspector Mencía Madariaga,

from Madrid's Historical Heritage Investigation Brigade.

You are far from home, Inspector.

I'm investigating a homicide in the Literary Quarter.

We've found your mother's DNA at the scene.

My mother has been dead for over 40 years.

KRAKEN THE BLACK BOOK OF HOURS

48 HOURS EARLIER

You're missing a few there.

Don't you bother!

If you need anything, a sunbed, a drink, just say it!

- Don't you strain! - That's for later.

You have quite the nerve!

Dad, uncle Germán, come eat!

Yes, darling, thank you!

Let's go.

Here you go. Do something useful.

- Hey! - Can you handle another one?

Yes. Ouch!

Damn. Ouch, ouch!

Let's go.

Well.

How are you, Alba?

Fine.

Much better.

Now that you've left the police force, everything will be fine, you'll see.

You with the hotel,

him, with the lessons.

You'll have a normal life to raise your daughter.

I'm so hungry!

Deba, come sit here with uncle Germán.

Yes, come sit with your uncle.

You are so pretty today!

It's a blessing!

Just like her uncle.

Grandpa, bring the plate.

Looks delicious!

Why do we always bring lavender?

Because they were your grandma's favorites.

May God keep them close.

Let's go, Deba.

Will you come home?

I have an early class. I was thinking of staying in Vitoria.

- But I can stay if you want. - No.

No need.

Hey!

Hey, are you okay?

Call an ambulance, fast.

It's okay, it's okay.

HIDDEN NUMBER

- Hello? - Inspector Kraken?

- Not anymore. - True.

You are now a criminal profiling instructor.

Who is this?

Listen carefully.

I have your mother,

and I won't release her until you hand over

the Black Book of Hours of Constanza of Navarre.

RECORDING

My mother died decades ago.

It's a sick joke.

- I don't know how you got my number... - If you were better informed,

you'd know your mother is the

world's best rare book forger.

And, unfortunately for everyone, she's still active.

Since you know so much about me, what should I call you?

- You can call me Caliban. - I beg your pardon?

What kind of education did you receive?

The Shakespeare character from "The Tempest".

Of course.

"The Tempest".

So tell me, Caliban,

who do you think you've kidnapped?

Ítaca Expósito.

I don't know her.

And she's certainly not my mother.

But if you're holding someone against their will...

Listen to me, Kraken.

It is your mother.

Hand over the Book of Hours. You have seven days.

Seven days!

Or she will explode.

- Hello?

Unai, son, don't do it!

Hello, are you still there?

RECORDING ENDED

SEND TO: ESTI

...the Book of Hours.

You have seven days. Seven days!

Or she will explode.

Hello?

Unai, son, don't do it!

- Esti. - Unai, what is this you've sent me?

Must be a bad joke, right?

I'm not sure. It's a call I just received.

But there was urgency in his tone, like suppressed anger.

Whoever it was, they weren't faking it.

Look, we both know that's impossible.

Don't jump to conclusions.

But there's something about that black book...

...that worries me.

Could you come to the Montecristo bookstore?

I wanna show you something.

I think this case and the call you received

are connected.

I'm coming.

Coming! Coming!

Who is it at this time?

It's an incunable of the Odyssey.

From the press of Treviso, city of Veneto,

by Master Rosso de Vercelli. Venice, 1482.

We have to notify the authorities to take charge of him.

Of her.

- It's a babygirl. - Of her, then.

This is a boarding school, not an orphanage.

- I'll notify the authorities. - Wait.

Mother, can we have a word?

This book is a very valuable incunable.

I think it's an exchange, a payment.

The book for the girl.

I'm not following.

We could keep the book and sell it.

We'd have enough to cover her costs,

pay our debts and keep the school from closing.

We'll call her Ítaca.

Ítaca Expósito.

I've already sent the recording to the forensics.

I don't think they'll take long to respond.

And I've run a search on the databases of the alleged Ítacas.

If there's a forger by that name,

she should be on file.

Unai.

Your mother died when your brother Germán was born, right?

She's buried next to my father.

She was from Madrid and had no family. My grandparents took her in like a daughter.

It's my family history.

Grandpa can't have been lying to me for 40 years.

I'm going to find out who's behind all this.

I promise you.

So, what did you want to show me?

I suppose you know this bookstore.

It's an iconic spot among bibliophiles.

The thing is, the owner has been found dead.

The intern found him.

And you just received a call

asking you to recover a rare book.

How did he die?

Let's go in, I'll tell you.

At first glance, it's negligent handling of chemicals,

but something doesn't add up.

I need your opinion as the best profiler.

So, any news?

So?

It's a murder.

Someone swapped one of the jars of chemicals.

The one that was open.

The contents need analyzing, but it's a different kind

and they tried to hide it.

Someone who knows chemistry, knows the trade,

and knows the victim's habits.

That narrows down the list of suspects.

Well, don't be so sure.

The victim was the type who knows everyone.

Was the lock forced?

No.

Right.

A hands-off murder. He didn't want to be there.

It's premeditated, there's an intention.

The attack was aimed at the face.

There may be envy or resentment.

I'd start by finding out if he had any valuable books

and if any are missing.

I'm not sure if it's a murder with robbery

or a robbery with murder.

I've missed you.

Come on, Esti.

You are more than enough.

You're the best inspector at the Lakua station.

What are you saying? Stop it!

What's your case resolution rate?

- Stop it. - One hundred percent?

Look, you're the best profiler.

And together, you and I are fucking awesome.

Okay.

I don't need you.

But I miss you.

Me too.

And...

Well...

I know I shouldn't ask you this,

but...

...I'd like to ask you for help with the investigation.

As...

As an outside consultant.

Okay, forget it.

I shouldn't have said that. No, no, no.

Because I know the reasons you left.

So I shouldn't have said this.

Okay, forget it.

- I haven't said anything. - But I have.

Forget it.

Egun on, aitona.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Something wrong?

How are you?

I'm fine.

But you're not.

What happened?

Esti asked me to help with an investigation.

The owner of the Montecristo bookstore was murdered.

And what did you say?

Vitoria is a small city.

And you were a well-known police officer.

I just want you to remember why you quit.

Aitona...

Is there any chance my mother is not dead?

What kind of question is that?

Your mother died after giving birth to your brother.

I saw her dead body.

So why do we know so little about her?

She was very private

and never talked about herself or her family.

And we didn't want to pressure her.

She was a good person.

A very good person.

Why are you asking me that?

Silence, girls!

Straighter lines.

This table is a mess.

Blend the shadows.

Listen. The shadows will give the sense of volume.

That pencil, to the right.

To the right!

Ítaca Expósito!

Why aren't you drawing?

I'm done.

Look, Ítaca has a hole in her sweater.

What are you, a hobo?

Tell your parents to buy you a new one.

Oh wait, she doesn't have any!

How sad!

- Kraken! Good to see you. - Hey!

Hey you!

I was about to call you.

I've searched all the databases,

and the alleged forger Ítaca Expósito doesn't show up anywhere.

Neither in our records, nor in Interpol,

nor in the cultural heritage crimes section.

No recent kidnapping reports. Nothing.

Look man,

your mother is dead.

You know it, your grandfather knows it,

and this makes no sense.

There's something more.

His voice, the tone of that man's voice.

His emotions were real.

There's rage, desire for revenge.

That woman's scream gives me chills.

- I don't know, what if...? - Seriously?

Your mother?

Let's say it's another woman who's been kidnapped.

- So we just ignore her? - No.

- We abandon her? - I'm not saying that.

We'll keep going.

We'll keep investigating to the end, like always.

Damn it.

Shouldn't you be in class?

I took a few days off.

I'm going to help you.

Really?

Are you sure?

Esti, my daughter was kidnapped.

I still blame myself for it.

If there's a chance my mother is alive,

I'm not going to stand by. I need to know what's going on.

Well, then. Let's go see the bookseller's widow,

see if she can give us any information and link the two cases.

VERACRUZ SCHOOL

- What are you doing here? - Making sure I cleaned up properly.

Get out of here!

Have you told Alba yet?

Not yet. I need to figure out how.

You should do it as soon as possible.

I know, but I'm scared of how she might take it.

She's still in therapy for post-traumatic stress.

The kidnapping was hard for everyone, but she suffered the most.

Yeah, that's why.

It's better she finds out from you than from someone else.

Think about it.

I don't want this to hurt you.

In any case, I don't have a choice.

If he is telling the truth and I do nothing...

Hello. Inspector Ruiz de Gauna. Mrs. Goya is expecting us.

She's in the restoration area. I'll go find her.

- Thanks, we'll find her ourselves. - Hey! Hey!

What are you doing here?

I am Inspector Estíbaliz Ruiz de Gauna.

I don't care who you are.

You can't be here without authorization.

Step back.

I suggest you do as she says.

Or what?

- Or... - What's going on?

These two,

they came in without credentials.

- It's okay, Telmo. I'll handle it. - Are you sure?

You can go.

My pleasure.

Likewise.

I'm sorry, after everything that happened, everyone is on edge.

We're sorry about your husband.

Thank you.

Do we know each other?

Come with me, please.

How are you holding up?

Honestly, I still haven't come to terms with it.

Makes sense.

Did you notice any changes in your husband before his death?

He was euphoric.

My husband is...

Was...

...a book hunter.

He would find unique, very valuable copies.

And then resell them for much more.

Do you know why he was so happy?

He was at a peak moment.

When he found an opportunity,

he'd go mad calculating all the money he could make.

Then he'd have to get loans,

but he loved being in debt.

Do you think he might have been in the process of acquiring or selling a book?

Not a book.

A bibliographic gem.

Do you know anything about that deal?

Edmundo loved to boast about his achievements.

But never until he closed the deal.

Could it be the Black Book of Hours

by Constanza of Navarre?

But that's an unicorn.

Books of hours were illuminated manuscripts from the Middle Ages,

commissioned for powerful people, usually women.

But a black book of hours?

It could cost as much as a castle.

Seven black books of hours are known to exist,

and only three have been located.

They are extremely valuable pieces.

Valuable enough...

...to kill for?

Now, if you'll excuse me.

My schedule is relentless.

I hope I've been useful.

Thank you for your time.

By the way, that student who helped at the bookstore...

It seems odd that she was there that late at night with him.

- Do you know her? - No, but she must be like all his interns.

A hardworking, smart, and pretty student.

Were there problems in the marriage?

We got along well.

Despite the interns.

Or perhaps thanks to them.

By the way.

Have you heard the name Ítaca Expósito?

No.

Let's go.

Bye.

That giant has a strange relationship with his boss.

One of admiration and submission.

He reminds me a bit of Caliban,

the Shakespeare character from The tempest.

- An enslaved savage. - And her?

"My schedule is relentless."

Is that what a widow says when her husband's just been murdered?

She doesn't seem very affected.

- And she didn't want to point at the intern. - Of course not.

Let's not to jump to conclusions,

or we'll end with an innocent in jail and a guilty man on the streets.

Right.

Good heavens!

Do you know how valuable this copy is?

I just wanted something beautiful, something of my own.

I'm calling the Civil Guard.

What?

- What's going to happen to me? - They'll send you to a reformatory.

That's where they fix kids like you.

- Listen. - No!

You convinced me years ago and look where we've ended up.

Wait outside.

I want to turn her into an Egeria.

What are you saying?

How are you going to turn an orphan into an Egeria?

She'll replace me.

My hands aren't what they were. She can do it.

Mother,

think about the bank and our debts.

We need that girl, we need the money she'll make us.

What use is she in a reformatory?

But she has to be punished.

Ítaca!

Take your shoes off.

I saw the smoke and tried to get closer to the lab, but...

...my throat and eyes started to burn.

Where was Edmundo?

I didn't see him.

I remember getting dizzy and running out into the street.

Lorea, what was your job about?

Organizing.

I updated the file.

Sometimes I helped curious customers

who asked me for a copy from the Aguilar collection.

Stuff like that.

And what can you tell us about the big collectors?

Edmund was very cautious about those matters.

Edmund?

Edmundo.

I called him like that once and he found it funny.

He told me it made him feel younger.

That's great.

Were you friends?

- No. - No?

- No, no. - But you were somehow close.

- He was my boss. - Then you can tell us something.

If you saw or knew if he had any business going on.

I know he was busy this week because he had a lot of calls and

he was in and out of the shop a lot, and seemed a bit more nervous.

Who came into the shop that day?

I don't know, I couldn't go to work that day.

You didn't go to work?

I woke up with a high fever and I called Edmundo.

He said that I could stay home, that it was fine.

So what were you doing at the bookstore at 9 PM?

I went late in the afternoon,

just to update the file. I had two books left to organize.

I just wanted to do things right. Edmundo was always very nice to me.

Just one more thing.

When you came into the lab, did you touch anything?

Edmundo's body, or some object.

No.

No. There was a lot of smoke. I didn't touch anything.

I ran out and fainted.

Good.

Well, then...

...that's all for now.

I'll leave my card here. And take care of your voice.

- She's lying to our faces. - Something doesn't add up.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

I wanted to ask you one last thing about the patient.

I noticed she has some burns on her hands.

Yes, they're very minor.

I guess that's why they weren't mentioned in the first report.

They're chemical burns.

What kind of product?

Well, could be hundreds.

From a household cleaner to an industrial product.

Caustic soda, sulfuric acid, glue...

Or even a mix of several elements.

Thank you very much.

Let's push her a bit.

What the fuck is this?

She scaped?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Unai, to the right! - Yes.

Unit three!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

No, no, no! Shit!

Shit!

Esti, she's coming down in the elevator!

I need backup. Block the entrance now!

What are you doing?

Sorry.

- She's not here. - She stopped on the first floor.

Coming.

Lorea, stop there!

- Stop! - Hey, hey!

Shit!

- Shit! - Lorea!

Lorea!

Fuck!

Get out!

You'll spend the night outside.

Please.

Out!

May the Lord protect you and bless you.

You have seven days. Seven!

Or she will explode.

Unai, son, don't do it!

That's how Sarah Jordan died.

Did he contact you again?

No.

Inspector Madariaga.

- I came as soon as possible. - Thank you.

Your DNA is in our database and there's been a match.

The lab leaves no room for doubt.

The blood we found belongs to your biological mother.

Is there any chance of an error?

None. We've double-checked.

I can imagine what this must mean and I'm very sorry.

- Thank you. - A twisted case,

similar modus operandi and scenarios, knowledge of chemistry...

And now this.

The kidnapping may be real.

We'll find that Caliban.

Please, keep me informed.

And be discreet.

Any news on the fugitive intern?

We'll find her. She couldn't have gone far.

Good.

I'm heading back to Madrid. Call me with any updates.

We'll need to work together.

Of course, absolutely.

Thank God you're here.

- Come, I'll take you to grandpa's. - No, I'd rather walk.

- Sure? - Yes.

The police can't help you.

Stop losing time.

You only have five days left.

No, no, no!

No!

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