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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL LIMITED SERIES

How long've you been taking the pills?

You even taking them at all?

I'm just asking to see her more.

I can't see my daughter two days a week.

What can I do if that's what the judge...

How long've you been out sick?

♪ Mamy blue, oh, mamy blue ♪

Enough already. Lorena!

- Don't shout at her. - Lorena!

Don't yell at her.

I'll go find her.

Lorena, fuck!

Come! We're leaving!

♪ I need you mamy, mamy ♪

♪ Oh, mamy, oh, mamy, mamy blue… ♪

Say goodbye to your dad.

- ♪ The house we shared up on the hill ♪ - ♪ Oh, mamy… ♪

Don't worry, you'll be fine with your mom.

When will I see you?

♪ Oh, mamy, my mind… ♪

Very soon.

Bye, darling.

- ♪ Some tired days and lonely nights ♪ - ♪ Oh, mamy ♪

- ♪ And now without you by my side ♪ - ♪ Oh, mamy ♪

♪ I'm lost, how will I survive? ♪

- I forgot my homework. - Don't worry about it.

I can't go to school without my homework, Mom.

Lorena, please stop!

I'm not leaving. We have to go back now and get it.

Here. Take your dad's keys and go get it.

- And hurry up. - Okay.

Your name's Lorena Ortiz, and you were seven when the person

who said they loved you the most abandoned you.

A part of you is buried with him.

You shut yourself off from the world

and tell your mother you're not going back home with her…

♪ Collect your novel petals from the… ♪

…without knowing you're doing her a favor.

Because that was exactly what she wanted.

♪ Glow, melt and flow… ♪

Sister Irene,

will be the closest thing to a mother you'll have for the next 13 years.

You've never been surrounded by so many people.

Yet you've never felt so alone.

Lorena! Lorena!

You hit hard to vent the rage you feel against your father

for abandoning you.

But you don't learn to forgive him,

just to isolate yourself so nobody else can hurt you.

♪ Those unrepenting buzzards Want your life… ♪

When you finally break free, you're willing to leave the pain behind.

♪ And they got no right… ♪

You want to get stronger.

♪ As sure as you have eyes They got no right… ♪

For the first time, you don't feel alone…

…and you find what you were looking for…

JOIN THE POLICE

…the best way to settle the score with your past and your father.

He'll live inside you, but you'll be better than him.

Even if two inches stand in your way, you won't give up.

Javi's a natural-born fighter.

And it rubs off.

Nobody will ever reject you again.

And just when you think you've managed to better yourself,

something happens to knock you back down.

You can't tell him you're pregnant. You don't want to be a mother.

You're scared of having a family like your own.

You tell him you're stopping training, and you don't wanna box anymore.

But you don't tell him the most important thing.

That you had an abortion to avoid having a family with him.

And everything rots.

You pour over the police station's archives

studying every case until you're exhausted.

And you end up again top of your class.

Five years later, you're Detective Ortiz.

The youngest homicide detective in the department.

No one calls you Lorena anymore.

It's been 30 years since that night when everything went wrong,

and you're the same age as he was when he abandoned you.

Solitude weighs you down.

Until a phone call takes you back to where it all started.

Detective Ortiz.

NATIONAL POLICE

Good morning, Chief. How long has she been dead?

Well, the autopsy will tell us more,

but according to the preliminary forensic analysis

no more than six hours.

- Any signs of violence? - None.

It's a suicide for sure. She jumped from the window.

If there was no violence, what's Homicide doing here?

Actually we're not here because we're Homicide.

The director here begged the judge to call us and give you the case, Ortiz.

It's your case.

Hello, Lorena.

Principal Baltierre.

This morning, she didn't come to breakfast.

I went up to her room, and I didn't see her,

and when I went to close the window…

It's going to take time for this school to recover from such a tragedy.

I don't want to seem insensitive, but…

why me?

- I always thought you were a good girl. - I was a troublemaker.

A trustworthy one.

POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS

And that's just what I'm in need of now.

You know, suicide is a deadly sin, and one of the most serious.

Yeah.

It wouldn't be the best publicity for a Catholic institution like this one.

No, if a journalist calls the station, we won't say a word.

Thank you.

I've thought a lot about you over the years.

How's your life going? Are you married? Kids?

No.

Oh.

- She prayed before she jumped. - She was very devout.

Did she have any reasons to commit suicide? Any mental illness?

Not that I know of.

We have medical checkups every year.

She have problems with anyone?

Sister María was a saint.

You know her?

No.

Her life before coming to the school?

What can you tell me?

María was very discreet.

FORGIVE ME

She spent 15 years at Santa Federica, a cloister convent in Girona.

She also taught social science and she was in charge of placing orders.

- Anyone hear or see anything unusual? - Not that I know of.

POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS

FORGIVE ME

The handwriting from the notebook and the picture match.

Crespo, it's the victim's handwriting.

She hurt or betrayed the woman in the picture,

wrote the note asking for forgiveness, and then she jumped.

The ink is old. She wrote that note many years ago.

- How's that make sense? - Doesn't, for now.

But when we find out who the woman in the photo is,

maybe we'll know why the nun committed suicide.

We'll have a hard time finding out who the nun was.

Three María Luján Calvos in all of Spain, none of them our María.

- She had fake documents. - I talked to Principal Baltierre.

- She didn't suspect anything. - Facebook? Instagram?

Nothing. She didn't even have a cell phone in her name...

Call Santa Federica. Ask them to send all the information they have.

I already did.

The convent isn't a convent. It burned.

The city council bought the charred remains.

They hold the convent's records, but most of them were burned in the fire.

They also don't have anything on María Luján Calvo.

You seem different today,

more distant.

What are you thinking about?

How long have I been coming here? What good has it done me?

There are good and bad phases. This is a part of the process.

Sometimes I feel I deserve it.

What's that?

The shitty life I've been given.

Do you believe in karma?

Whatever I believe is irrelevant.

According to karma, we're all free to choose between good and evil.

If you've done good in this life or the previous one,

you'll reap good things, but if you've done bad things…

I've caused too much hurt.

Who have you hurt exactly?

She hit the ground face-first.

Are you ready?

Okay, the first thing we do is open up the skull.

In this case, the victim saved us some work,

which was nice of her.

Carlos. No jokes, please.

Her brain is smashed to pieces. It's useless. And so is her skull.

Judging by the rigor mortis and the vitreous humor,

she died around 2:00 a.m.

In the left arm and both legs there are no bones left intact,

but there are no signs of injuries sustained before death,

neither superficial nor internal.

Her internal organs, pending toxicology study, normal.

Everything is consistent with death by heavy frontal impact.

I'd say that until the nun jumped out of the window,

nobody hurt her,

attacked her, beat her...

Anything I didn't know about?

"Hannibal."

The Roman conqueror who crossed the Pyrenees with elephants.

Carthaginian.

Hannibal was from the Carthaginian empire, not Roman.

The difference is?

Like a 500-year difference.

What is a nun doing with a tattoo like this?

Tattoo's just the beginning.

Here.

Breast implants. Three hundred cubic centimeters.

At least a D cup.

A nun with big tits.

I said to myself, "She's a nun. Doesn't mean she's not a woman."

"She had a complex, poor thing." Not at all.

- She had very few complexes. - What does that mean?

Chastity wasn't her strong suit.

In fact, that same night, she had sex.

- In the front and the back. - Consensual?

It looks like it.

She has traces of lubricant in the rectum, but also under her fingernails.

- She applied the lube herself. - Exactly.

What an angel.

Claudia!

What are you doing?

Is something wrong?

Claudia.

Don't be afraid. We're here to help you.

The night Sister María died, what did you see?

I should have been in my room, sleeping.

But we were playing.

Of course, the worst one!

We call it the bracelet game, and each night you get a different one.

Depending on the color you get, you have to do a certain thing.

The game is forbidden, but everybody's played it.

That's why I didn't say anything,

because I was embarrassed and afraid.

What happened then?

I heard some footsteps.

Who was it?

I don't know. I didn't see their face.

But I think it was a woman.

About what time was that?

After 1 a.m., but before 2:00.

I just wanted to get back to my room…

…and not be caught in the hall.

Claudia, was this the woman that you saw?

I don't know, sorry.

BREAST ENLARGEMENT AND RECONSTRUCTION

BUTTOCK AUGMENTATION DOUBLE CHIN REDUCTION

Lorena Ortiz?

Mr. Oddone will see you now. Can you follow me, please?

Of course, yes. Of course.

That's great.

Perfect, fine, we'll have dinner, then. See you.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Detective. Matías Oddone, lawyer for Tetco.

- We spoke over the phone. - Thank you for seeing me so quickly.

- No problem. What's going on? - Yes.

The patient in question.

- Mm-hm. - We know very little about her.

She used a fake identity and had two breast implants from Tetco.

You should have her ID in your database. The number is 15121979.

These implants could be 15 or 20 years old.

- Yes… - I don't know if we keep data that old.

In any case, can I see the warrant?

The warrant?

Yeah, the warrant.

There are laws protecting the privacy of our patients.

Look, no one…

No one's trying to find out medical secrets about the patient.

We already know she had implants. I want her name.

I'm sure you have other ways to confirm her identity.

No.

In this case, unfortunately, we don't.

Bring a warrant, and I'll be happy to help you.

Now, if you'll excuse me…

Marta, come in.

First, he tried to bullshit me with some crap about not keeping old records.

Then, he just laughed at me.

He didn't wanna give me the name of the victim.

It was insulting.

I need the judge to give me a warrant

to access Tetco's database and find out Sister María's real name.

I don't think so.

Excuse me?

We're not going to get a warrant. I just received a call.

Who called you?

- We'll talk at the station. - No, who...

I can't help if you're not honest with me.

In our last session, you mentioned you were feeling tormented.

Everything you tell me is confidential, you know that.

There are situations in which you would be forced to break that confidentiality.

You can't hide your whole life.

Let me help you.

We still have time.

I'm meeting someone.

Hey.

- It's you. - No.

I wasn't certain, but it's you, for sure.

- You have the wrong person. - Don't you remember?

New Year's Eve. Marbella. We had a really good time.

Your name was… Emma. Your name was Emma. Hey!

He's not answering my calls, but we need that warrant.

The judge isn't going to answer the phone. It was him who called me.

- To warn me. - Warn you about what?

Who wants to prevent us from knowing who the nun was?

Focus on the investigation about her death.

Forget about her identity.

If we don't know her identity, we don't have a case.

I won't stand by not doing anything.

Want some advice, Ortiz?

Just go with the flow, or you'll get exhausted.

For ten years, she hid here under a fake identity.

Who was she hiding from?

Who knows?

Why doesn't the judge want us to find out who she really was?

Who's pressuring the judge?

I'm not saying it doesn't smell fishy. Fucking stinks.

But let's focus on what we do have.

No signs of violence in the room or on the body.

Nobody heard anything, no screaming, no noises, nothing.

Until we prove otherwise, this remains a suicide.

Exactly. So keep your eyes open.

Anyone check the bathroom yesterday?

I think they did. Why?

Look at this.

FORENSICS

She didn't flush that down the toilet. Why?

Why would she have to sit in the middle of the room?

It's a bar napkin.

It has something written on it, but I can't say what till I study it.

- Get going, then. - Right.

The pillowcase.

It doesn't match with the sheets.

We have three sets of sheets, but only two pillowcases.

There's one missing.

- Everybody loses a sock in the laundry. - That's true.

The pillowcase could've gone missing, or someone could've taken it.

When I finish eating, I'll send you the report on Our Lady of the Cleavage.

- I just have to sign it. - Don't sign it yet.

We're not finished. Things don't add up.

I need you to reconstruct her head.

It will take me hours to fix that mess. Are you sure it's worth it?

The nun's pillowcases are cotton,

and if you find fibers in the mouth or throat,

we can rule out suicide for good.

And if you find nothing, well, you don't.

- Excuse me, sir. - Not right now.

Who's that?

Someone found her before we did.

She was hiding in a boarding school in Barcelona.

Police tried to identify her with her breast implants,

but we prevented it.

Drop else everything you're working on.

This takes priority.

SPECIAL CRIME UNIT

Hey, Teo.

Bea, darling, I won't be coming home tonight.

I'm leaving right now for Barcelona. An urgent case.

When'll you be back?

I don't know.

I'll let you know in the morning once we get there.

Love you.

You asked for discretion, but that's no longer in my hands.

We don't know how she died.

We don't even know who she was.

May the Lord forgive her someday.

Wasn't it suspicious?

She didn't have any acquaintances outside the school, or any family.

She didn't use credit cards or a cell phone.

The school gave her everything she needed,

and she was a dedicated Catholic.

These are the calls made and received from Sister María's room

in the last 15 days.

Go through them and tell me if you see any number

that has nothing to do with the school or that stands out.

Do you think

Sister María didn't commit suicide?

Go through the phone calls.

That was what I said.

He tried to have me do his homework for him

and I said there was no way I could do it.

Blood?

Lipstick.

There's a phone number.

Be careful.

SEARCH BY PHONE NUMBER

NATIONAL REGISTER SEARCHING

A glass of wine, please.

Hey.

I thought I wouldn't see you again.

That was the idea.

Come on, girl. Don't be so tough.

Maybe I haven't been clear enough.

We have nothing to talk about.

Hello, can I get a drink?

Yes?

Why? Right now? What's up?

All right, I fucked her.

So?

Why did you deny it?

I never thought it'd come to this.

My wife finds out, I'll be in trouble.

You're already in trouble.

You're the last person who saw her alive.

What do you mean by that?

For now, the official version is she committed suicide.

But there are some details that keep us from ruling out other causes of death.

Hey, one moment, I didn't kill her if that's what you're suggesting, hmm?

I want my phone call.

Fine. You have a lawyer or do we get you one?

I'm not gonna call my lawyer. I didn't do anything.

Who you going to call?

My wife.

What? I have to tell her something.

What? I cheat on my wife. That doesn't make me a killer.

No, no, no.

But this could make you one.

She lost 70% vision in her left eye, internal bleeding in the right one,

broken septum, and a broken eardrum.

I don't understand why your wife's still with you.

Where did you meet her?

I bought her a drink. We went to a hotel.

Then I drove her back as usual.

She didn't wanna give me her number.

She didn't tell me what she did, or where she lived.

- She didn't tell me her name. - Where'd you leave her?

Hey, I didn't kill her.

- For God's sake, I would never do that. - Where?

His prints aren't in the room.

They're all either the victim's or the nuns' who do the cleaning.

He could've worn gloves.

Talk to Traffic.

Review the recordings.

Check if he left her where he says and went home

or if he followed her to the school.

- Hello? - All done.

- Come over to the morgue. - All right.

Carlos has the report. You take care of the traffic cameras.

I bet you twenty bucks the bastard followed her to the school.

Even if you pay me overtime, I'm not doing this again.

My son's two months old. He's starting to see more...

So is it suicide or no?

She had cotton fibers in the entrance of the trachea.

The poor woman was gasping for her life

while someone covered her airways with something made of cotton,

that could've caused her death by suffocation.

Do you want to see her?

This facial reconstruction is my fucking Sistine Chapel.

Now she can have an open casket.

- Why? Right now? What's up? - Are you still in a meeting?

No, no. I'm with the guys from the office, having a drink with a client.

- Don't be late. - Hold this a minute.

All right, don't get angry. Love you.

Let's not overthink this, okay?

Shit.

Hey, what's up?

I thought...

Keep at it, we'll never see each other again.

In case you change your mind.

Fuck.

What do you have?

You just lost 20 bucks.

Guy drove away.

- He's not our man. - Dammit.

Wait, what's that?

A passerby?

Go after the time of death and check all the cameras in the area.

Be right back.

You're free to go.

I told you you were wrong about me.

You didn't do it.

But I was not wrong about you.

FORGIVE ME

Where's she live?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know...

Where does she live?

Where does who live? I have no idea.

Where does she live?

Where does she live?

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know where she lives.

Kimmy, it's all gone wrong.

I've caused too much hurt.

EAT SHIT

- Did you find anything? - Check this out.

Ten past two. The nun is dead.

It's him.

Son of a bitch.

Wait, here comes the best part.

He take his glove off?

He's gonna throw up.

Zoom in.

I gotta get a hold of that car.

Madam, can you get outta the car?

We need to check it.

Excuse me.

Principal Baltierre?

I've looked through the call log as you asked.

There's a number I can't link to the school or to Sister María.

- Call lasted over six minutes. - When was it made?

Five days ago. At 3:00 p.m.

- Two days before she died. - Exactly.

Principal, which page is the call on?

Fourteen, near the top.

It ends in 8730.

Lorena, you think whoever made the call

had something to do with the death of Sister María?

We'll find out soon.

Hello?

Lorena, we have the fingerprint.

Where's the nun?

We're here from Special Crimes Unit.

Wait here.

CALL ME WHEN YOU CAN