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Listen to me, Kraken. I have your mother.

Hand over the Book of Hours or she'll explode.

Unai, don't do it!

I'm Inspector Mencía Madariaga.

We found your mother's DNA at the scene.

My mother has been dead for over 40 years.

I think it's an exchange.

The book for the girl.

We'll call her Ítaca.

Ítaca Expósito.

Look.

What are you, a hobo?

I'll help you with the investigation.

I guess you know this bookstore.

The owner has been found dead. The intern found him.

- We're sorry about your husband. - Thank you.

Do we know each other?

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

She has to face a punishment.

She scaped?

- Lorea! - Hey, hey, hey!

Lorea!

Lorea!

You only have five days.

Come in!

Come in!

Why did you help me?

Come with me.

The time has come to introduce you to the elders.

KRAKEN THE BLACK BOOK OF HOURS

Unai.

I didn't know you were here.

Look, we couldn't trace the origin of the link they sent to your phone.

They used a virtual number and wiped the metadata.

We'll keep trying, but it's not looking good.

Any news on the intern's whereabouts?

Nothing.

I spoke to her teachers and classmates, and they all say the same thing,

that they knew nothing and are surprised.

Right.

Your classic good, middle-class girl from Vitoria.

That's it.

And it's impossible that she killed Sarah Jordan in Madrid.

I know,

but innocents don't run away from the police.

Whoever killed the two booksellers

belongs to the world of bibliophilia.

And knew them personally.

It's in the professional circle where we'll find him.

There's a certain sadism,

something very personal in destroying their faces,

but...

either he's not physically strong, and Lorea fits there,

or he's a coward and didn't want to kill up close.

Not even be present.

A sadistic, cowardly bibliophile.

How great.

Inspector. Unai.

- Can we talk? - Sure.

Come this way.

Did anything happen?

Well, yes.

It's about the girl who ran away, the intern.

I was going through my husband's papers and found her severance pay.

Then I remembered he said he wasn't going to renew her contract.

Do you know if he told her?

Looks like she didn't take it well.

As of today, that girl is also a victim.

- She was affected by the fumes. - Oh, really?

Well, she's fled the hospital.

Thank you.

We'll look into it.

If you need anything else, anything at all, please call me.

Very kind of you.

What was that about?

Hello, Unai.

Hello.

We need to talk about something important.

I don't want to relive the chaos of the last few years either.

I swear I wanted to leave it behind. For us, and especially for Deba.

But I can't ignore that call telling me there's a woman,

who is my mother,

and that she's alive.

That if I don't get that book, they'll kill her.

If there's a chance that's true...

I've agreed to help Esti with the investigation.

Say something.

I understand you want to know the truth and find your mother.

And I understand the urgency.

But I'm going to stay out of it, for Deba and for myself.

My priority is our daughter's safety.

Of course.

Mine too, of course.

And not just that.

It's best you don't come around while the investigation is ongoing.

If that's what you want...

No, it's not what I want.

Do you remember what happened with our daughter?

I don't need to be reminded.

I think about it every day too.

Alba.

Do you understand that I need to do this?

All I understand is that I won't allow

my daughter to be in danger again.

That's what I don't understand.

Come in.

And the elders?

That's them.

This is where I care for the centenarians.

And this is where you will become an expert in bibliophilia.

The first thing you must learn

is the curious behavior of a bibliophile.

They spend their lives searching for the unique volume,

and that's where we Egerias come in.

Egerias?

A circle that will welcome you.

A circle?

Like a family?

Tell me more.

You still have many nights here ahead.

For now, I'll reveal one of its laws.

If you are an Egeria,

deny that you are.

Why? Are they bad?

Everything has a shadow.

And the brightest light

casts the darkest shadows.

Look, Unai.

There are more papers here.

Let's see if we find something.

There must be some of mum's documents here, right?

ID, passport...

Death certificate...

By the way, Grandpa,

do you know why her grave only shows her first family name?

It's odd, isn't it?

I don't know.

She didn't speak about her stuff.

And your father didn't either.

Right.

Look at your father.

He was always such a good boy.

And who's the hippie?

His friend. And also his boss.

Alistair Jordan.

Jordan?

Do you know if his daughter was called Sarah Jordan?

Yes.

How do you know that?

She was killed yesterday in Madrid.

Stop.

The intern.

She said she hadn't gone to work until late because she was sick.

She lied.

With that good girl face.

I'd be surprised if she was the killer.

Well, she has the motive, the opportunity and the weapon.

Go back, I want to see the driver.

Stop.

Look, that motorbike is at least 10 years old,

and his clothes are cheap, but the sneakers are expensive.

- 600 euros, at least. - Are you a fashion expert?

I saw a documentary and it got my attention.

I thought it was mad that someone would pay that for sneakers,

- and they aren't even the most expensive. - The world's going to hell.

I don't think he can afford them.

Maybe someone paid them to do the dirty work.

I'll try to find the driver, which should lead us to Lorea.

It's late. Shall we go?

Yes.

Are you going home for dinner?

No.

Alba wants me to stay away while the investigation is ongoing.

How did she take it?

I think she believes that...

our daughter and her are not my priority.

She knows you love them.

She just wants a peaceful life.

The one thing I don't seem able to provide.

Come on, let's have a drink.

- No, I want to leave early to Madrid. - Why are you going to Madrid?

The father of the murdered bookseller and mine were friends.

I want to talk to him.

Her father...

and your father?

Too many connections.

Expósito!

Where have you been?

At a party,

that's for sure.

Just look at her.

Looks like she had a rough night.

Of course.

Like Cinderella.

Did your carriage turn into a pumpkin?

CLOSED DUE TO BEREAVEMENT. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

Hello?

Alistair Jordan?

Not here.

I am Gael López de Ayala's son.

My name is Unai.

My grandfather sends his condolences.

How many ghosts.

Come in, son.

I was consoling myself with the best medicine.

Books?

Absinthe.

Drink with me.

Leaving a drinker alone is very bad manners.

I can handle the guilt, don't worry.

I'm very sorry about your daughter.

And believe me, I hate doing this,

but I have many questions and very few people to turn to.

Well, go ahead then.

How can I be of help?

What do you know about the Black Book of Hours by Constanza of Navarre?

I've never heard of that one.

I was once

a great collecting expert.

One of the best.

Look into it.

That book could be related to the death of your daughter.

She never mentioned it to me.

A bookseller has been found dead in Vitoria,

- and we think that... - I know, I know.

Edmundo el Conde.

Do you know if your daughter knew him?

We all know each other, son.

We buy and sell copies between us.

So, what do you want to know?

I received a call demanding I find and hand over the Black Book of Hours

in exchange for not killing Ítaca Expósito,

the world's best book forger.

Allegedly, my mother.

That's not right.

Your mother's name was Marta,

may she rest in peace.

Your father and she met right here, in this very bookstore.

I've never heard of any Ítaca.

And my mother, Marta,

did you ever see her pregnant?

I guess so.

How long ago?

We're speaking of...

How many years?

I'm sorry, son.

I'm not in the right headspace for this today. I'm sorry.

An inspector from Madrid called me

to notify me of Sarah Jordan's death,

who turns out to be the daughter of my dad's best friend.

They found blood at the crime scene,

and the DNA matches mine.

It was my mother's.

So either you hand over a book that doesn't exist,

or someone kills a dead woman.

VEHICLE REGISTRATION RECORDS

- Good afternoon, Inspector. - Good afternoon.

How do you want me to call you?

Inspector? Unai? López de Ayala?

Anything but Kraken.

Why do they call you that?

I got the name in high school.

I guess because I grew in spurts, long arms, broad shoulders...

I don't know.

I think it's because nothing can stop you

when you go for something.

I looked you up.

Anyone who'd been through half as much would be broken.

But you're still standing.

You looked me up.

Should I feel offended or flattered?

Why are you in Madrid?

I came to Sarah Jordan's funeral.

Let's go together then. It's important to know who attends and who doesn't.

And the collecting world is small and endogamous.

It seems the killer we're looking for belongs to that group.

Did the kidnapper call you again?

The countdown is still running.

I must find that book.

Forget about it.

It's unlikely he has your mother.

She can't be kidnapped and at the crime scene at the same time.

Right now the priority is finding Caliban.

He could very well be in that cemetery right in front of us.

Let's go.

Please.

You're recording the attendees.

I have a team in there.

Do you know them?

Yes, all the booksellers from Cuesta de Moyano are here.

Also those from the International League of Antiquarian Booksellers.

And there, in the front row, Juan de la Cuesta, the illustrious descendant.

Of whom?

Of Cervantes' first printer.

He owns the press where the first edition of Don Quixote was printed.

Those of us working in Heritage always turn to him.

Is he a police informant?

One of the best.

He knows everything happening in the business.

And yes, we pay him.

And that group of women?

I don't know them.

They look like more than just attendees.

They're on guard.

Like us.

They're probably Sarah's friends.

I imagine she had a life beyond books.

Excuse me.

I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Juan de la Cuesta.

I've heard a lot about you, but we never had the pleasure.

- If you'll excuse me for a moment. - I heard you're investigating

the murder of Sarah Jordan and Edmundo el Conde.

Sarah is...

Well, was.

She was a dear friend of mine.

I wanted to leave you my card in case it's ever useful.

If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back. Excuse me.

Mencía.

I want to see the footage of Goya and that group of women.

Yes, I'd like that too.

What's wrong?

We had a technical problem.

Again.

What?

Apparently nothing was recorded.

You must be joking.

Do you want me to tell you about our materials budget?

Hello?

I was just thinking about you.

Yes, I called my contacts in Paris and Milan,

and they all agree that you have exquisite taste.

None other than Milton's Paradise Lost.

Of course,

we'll do everything we can to find it for you, but...

...it's going to be difficult.

And when I say difficult,

I mean very expensive.

Excellent. I'll keep you informed.

What can we get from these charred sheep bones?

The ancient ivory black.

And with this sienna,

mixed with egg yolk,

we'll get a wonderful yellow ochre.

By the way,

a collector wants a 17th-century volume of Paradise Lost.

"Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven."

You've read it.

- You never cease to amaze me. - I have a lot of free time.

Not anymore.

What do you mean?

Are we going on a trip to find it?

The piece doesn't exist.

It disappeared in Paris,

during the bombings of the Second World War.

So?

You'll recreate it.

And I'll sell it as if it were the original.

Come on, what are you waiting for?

- Sorry to keep you waiting. - No worries.

I work with 17th-century manuscripts, my patience is well-trained.

- Nice to meet you. I'm Unai. - My pleasure.

- And thank you for wanting to cooperate. - Of course.

What happened to poor Sarah is... I'm at a loss for words, honestly.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, but...

what do you think about the murders of Sarah and Edmundo?

Well, it's terrible.

It's terrible.

We're booksellers, we're not used to these things.

- You know? - Yes.

Did you know the victims well?

Yes, Sarah, yes. Quite well.

Edmundo, just on the surface.

In this trade, we all know each other. And even a friend can betray you.

Anything to get a unique piece.

- Anything? - Yes.

So one of you could be the murderer.

Well...

I don't know.

You've seen it here, it doesn't add up to me.

But you're the expert.

Right.

If Sarah had a valuable piece,

can you think of anywhere she might have hidden it?

Bibliophiles tend to have our favorite hiding spots.

It's something personal.

The thing is, Sarah...

Well, it might be nothing, okay?

But in the last few weeks she was visiting the Cervantes Instituto quite often.

And you think it's a good place to hide something?

Well, you tell me.

I...

...have some free time now.

If you have time, I can show you right now.

- I see you've already met. - Yes.

We were going to do a cultural visit.

I'll join you.

THE LETTERS VAULT

Good afternoon.

- Fabio! How are you? - Mr. de la Cuesta, all good?

I'm here to show these friends the Letters Vault.

Let me introduce you. This is Fabio, the guardian of this treasure.

- You already know the Inspector. - Hello. Mencía.

Go ahead.

Friends of Mr. Juan de la Cuesta are always welcome.

- So... - Thank you.

- Come this way. - Come in.

Well, this is the Letters Vault.

Formerly a bank.

Now it holds the legacy of writers, filmmakers, scientists...

In short, celebrities related to the world of culture.

There are around 1800 boxes, but only 60 are used.

Wonderful place, right?

Do you think Sarah Jordan could have used one

of these boxes to store the Black Book of Hours?

Well, it has been on my mind, yes.

It's possible, yes. It's possible. I saw her around often.

I don't know, she seemed to be guarding something of value.

But there's more.

Edmundo traveled to Madrid frequently.

He and Sarah met often.

It seemed like they had something going on.

Do you mean a romantic relationship?

That's what people said.

No, I mean they had some big deal going on.

Between them.

- Do you have proof of that? - No.

No, no.

Excuse me, just a second.

Do you think you could get a search warrant

to come here and look through the empty boxes?

They wouldn't give me one.

That book isn't linked to any crime.

We have Caliban's recording.

You know no judge would accept it.

I need to go.

Call me with any updates.

Anything else I can help you with?

What do you know about that book of hours?

Well...

There's a legend among bibliophiles

that says the last owner was a certain Casto Olivier.

From Vitoria. A businessman.

From Vitoria?

He ended up bankrupt.

The collection was liquidated.

Do you know who bought it?

Someone called Pedro...

Pedro Bardel.

That's what they say, but it's just rumors.

Do you know where I can find that Pedro Bardel?

He died years ago.

I can give you his last known address before his death.

I don't know if it'll be helpful.

It'll be very useful.

Unai.

- Esti. Sorry, I couldn't pick up earlier. - How was the funeral?

So much fun, like all funerals. But that's not what I'm worried about.

What do you know about that Heritage Inspector?

Mencía?

More or less the same as you.

Why?

I think she's not saying everything she knows.

Well, like all cops.

I'm convinced she's lying to me.

She's covering someone and I'm in her way.

We'll pay closer attention then.

Don't let her notice your distrust.

Yeah, hadn't thought of that.

How's it going there?

Good, I found the motorbike guy.

His name is Ibai Etxebarria, he's 24 años, lives in Vitoria,

no prior criminal record.

From a working-class family,

works as an apprentice in a workshop.

And doesn't look like a hitman nor someone with money.

Any connection to the world of books?

This guy never got past Sesame Street.

And he doesn't seem like Lorea's type at all.

What about you? Are you coming back?

Not yet.

I got the address of a certain Pedro Bardel, who died,

but he could have been the last owner of the library

that included the Black Book of Hours.

I don't know, I'll pass by see if I find something.

How are you getting in?

I don't know, maybe the door is open. Better not to ask.

- Well, be careful. - Guys!

I'm done with beer. Let's go somewhere else, it's on me.

What's up with this guy? He's always broke.

Hey, I gotta go, this guy is leaving.

What happened? Did you win the lottery?

Something much better, mate. Leave that, it's gone warm.

I don't give a damn. Come on, let's go. Come on, come on.

ÍTACA EXPÓSITO, THE MOZART OF VITORIA'S PAINTING SCENE

Ítaca Expósito.

"For Ítaca Expósito, from your friend and mentor, Father Lázaro".

They don't know how to appreciate the divine.

That's why I do it!

Is it a sin, Lord?

Maybe.

But I know you understand me.

If I do this, it's for a sacred purpose!

I am guilty, but they are more so.

I am only delivering divine justice.

Will you punish me for that?

Perhaps I deserve to burn at the stake.

Then so be it! So be it!

This has only just begun.

Esti.

I just saw the screenshots you sent me.

Hey, you didn't steal this from the bookseller's house, did you?

Better not to ask.

Holy shit.

It's the first time I've seen Ítaca Expósito's face.

Anyway, that bastard Caliban succeeded.

He has me working against the clock for him.

By the way, I've managed to find a lead on that book with the Oliviers,

a family from Vitoria.

What a coincidence.

I'll find that priest in the photo.

But tell me, how are you holding on?

I don't know, Esti.

I can't even think right now.

Come on, man,

don't go doom and gloom now.

That's exactly what that Caliban wants.

We're making progress.

Yes.

We're tracking down Lorea's friend and we know that Sarah Jordan

was regularly visiting the Cervantes Institute.

And I'm going to go find the priest in the photo, OK?

Thanks, Esti.

Why?

You know why.

Christ of Veracruz! How is such indolence possible?

Just because it's Sunday is no excuse to laze around.

Good morning, Sister.

Look.

Paradise Lost.

Approved.

This piece is ready to be sold.

Then you can tell me about the Egerias.

Will I meet them soon?

I'm going to tell you who Egeria was.

A Spanish woman from the 4th century,

noble and educated.

She traveled to the Holy Land and wrote what is known as the first travel guide.

And that's it?

Of course not.

You've worked well and you deserve a reward.

This is her book.

For you.

I don't want it.

Pardon?

I don't want it.

This is a woman from the 4th century.

You told me about a circle that would bring me in.

I've worked very hard to meet those Egerias.

I've barely slept in two months.

I don't want a book.

I want a family.

All in good time, child.

All in good time.

I just went to Veracruz School, which according to the article you sent,

was Ítaca's school.

- And? - Nothing.

Not a single nun left from that time.

And the records?

Most of them were lost during a renovation of the building.

The nuns must have thrown them out.

A mistake? I don't know.

The thing is, no trace of Ítaca Expósito.

Fuck.

Fortunately, they did recognize the priest in the photo.

He's alive, but he left the priesthood years ago.

Do we know why?

No idea, but apparently he's a very peculiar man.

But he's clean. Has a good relationship with the cathedral people,

which is why he still comes to restore

the stained glass in the basement workshop.

Then he must be familiar with chemical products.

I'd already thought of that. And he works near the Montecristo bookstore.

Well, and most importantly,

he knew Ítaca Expósito when she was a child.

And the results from Caliban's recording have arrived.

And it seems

the kidnapper made the call from a soundproofed location

or with very thick walls.

Something like a cathedral basement.

Police, open the door!

They found me, Lord.

- Forgive me for what I've done. - Open!

Open the door!