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Attention, ladies, the upholsterer is in town.

We upholster all kinds of sofas.

The apartment is 645 square feet.

It looks out onto the street but it's very quiet.

The views aren't spectacular, but it's very bright.

It's fine, I'll take it.

-Don't you want to see the rest? -No.

I'll need two months' security.

-No problem. -Your face seems familiar.

So you'll just want a standard one-year contract, right?

I'll pay the full year but I won't need it.

Let the doorman know when you're moving in.

I don't need furniture.

Why do you want the apartment?

I'm a writer.

Well, if you need any ideas, you come to me.

I have plenty, thanks.

Alright.

Sol. Are you taking a shower?

Hang on.

Wait up, dammit.

What are you doing?

Hold up, man.

Goddammit.

What's wrong?

I can't. I can't do this.

Damn...

You should buy a new bed.

-We could finish on the floor. -Yeah, right.

My husband would ask me about the carpet burn.

-He thinks I'm at spin class. -Jesus.

I thought my bad day couldn't start worse.

Come on, quit complaining.

This is how it always is with my husband.

I don't get why you're still with him.

Well... there's more to life than sex.

I have you for that.

-Besides, he's a great cook. -I'm not exactly a chef.

What about you?

What about me?

-How is the case going? -Nice try.

How many times have we been through this?

It's a reporter's job to ask questions.

It's a reporter's job to ask questions. It's a cop's not to answer. Two years without saying a peep.

It's a cop's not to answer. Two years without saying a peep.

I ask the questions here, okay?

...after the Parot doctrine was overturned.

ETA's Alain Basauri, AKA "Txipi," was freed today,

-architect of a dozen attacks. -Unbelievable.

-His most famous attack... -Damn.

-...was a car bomb... -I should have said infamous.

Do you have a message for the victims' families?

Mr. Basauri, how does it feel to be protected by the law?

How's it going, gorgeous? Good morning.

Hello.

Yes?

I'm here to pay for room seven.

How long, a couple of hours?

A week.

I'll pay weekly.

Sheets get changed biweekly, this ain't the Ritz.

They're clean.

It's just some stains are hard to get rid of.

It's fine.

Hi.

How did you sleep?

Not great.

I can't get used to it.

I can imagine.

Everything's taken care of.

-I brought you all you need. -Thank you.

I'm delivering groceries for apartment 6A.

Come this way, please.

GAS METER READINGS TO BE TAKEN TODAY.

Tell them I review every form we send to the IRS.

That's not why they're here, Dad.

Hello.

All our costumes and accessories are at the end of this aisle.

Shall we?

We need this specific model, we were told you import it.

Yes, it's a great model.

This one.

They're identical.

-They're at the back. -How many do you sell a year?

-About 10,200. -Very good. Good sales.

Do you sell more during Halloween or Carnival?

What is this? Market research or police work?

We're past Halloween.

Fewer mask sales, fewer suspects.

-I know what I'm doing. -Watch your tone.

If it were up to me, I'd let him kill them all.

The law is the law. Our opinions don't matter.

"The law is the law".

Like you've had an opinion that wasn't fed to you.

Have you thought about the victims?

Can you imagine what the families of those

who were killed and raped are going through?

You're a damn robot.

How do I look?

Be honest.

-You look gorgeous. -Really?

Yes.

Alright.

-Wait a sec. -What?

-Right, lift up your hair. -What? No.

-Come on. -Mom, I'm not getting married.

-It's not my wedding. -It'll make me happy.

-Alright. -Let's see...

-There. -It's beautiful. I love it.

-It's gorgeous, isn't it? -It is. It really is, I love it.

-Sure you don't want a lift? -No, it's fine.

It's just Alicia's place.

I'm nervous. It's my first party.

Don't worry.

There'll be plenty more.

-I hope so. -You'll see.

Have a good time.

-I love you. -Love you too.

Hello?

-Here's the list. -Sorry.

The list of stores that sell the mask.

-Thanks. -I'll walk you out.

The meter's under the kitchen window.

Okay.

-Okay, that's the last one. -Great. See you next month.

See you later.

I'm on the way, yes.

Hey, I don't want a fuss. Tell the gang, alright?

Warning, this is Diesel Extra.

There are 260 stores that sell the mask in Madrid.

There are 260 stores that sell the mask in Madrid. -What a pain. -That's great news.

-What a pain. -That's great news.

-What a pain. -That's great news. Do you know how long it'll take to check them all?

Do you know how long it'll take to check them all?

130 for you, 130 for me. A full week apart, minimum.

Yes. Excuse me a moment.

-He's struck again. -Who's the victim?

A member of ETA. He's conscious in hospital,

so hotfoot it down there and take a statement.

Yes, sorry. Go on!

They're just treating him.

-He'll be right out. -Thanks.

That's how the system works.

Wasting public health resources where they shouldn't.

You're like a broken record.

The same thing over and over.

Having to work with you is bad enough,

without having to endure your anti-systemic rants all day.

National Police.

-You're a bit late. -Well.

We're here to take a statement.

We need information to identify your attacker.

Height, complexion, accent...

I saw his face.

-Was he wearing a monkey mask? -No, his face was exposed.

Can you describe him?

Graying hair, scruffy beard.

About 5'11'', green eyes. He had a mole on his cheek.

You don't miss a trick.

Shame you decided to be a terrorist and not a cop.

Is he one of these?

-This one. -Sure?

Juan Martín.

His wife died in the attack on the mall.

She was seven months pregnant.

I want to bring charges against him.

After what you did to him? The nerve...

-I've paid my dues. -I'm not filing a report.

This isn't over.

Receiving.

Stop right there!

Freeze!

You're under arrest for assaulting Alain Basauri!

Is this bastard going to show?

I wouldn't come out if I had a house like his.

-My knees are sore. -Come on, don't be lame.

It'll be worth the wait.

He'll give us a reason to celebrate.

You'll see.

He's coming.

-He's coming out, run! Go on. -Let's go.

Please!

We just want to ask you some questions.

-Good morning. -Morning.

How do think your 12 victims are feeling now?

-It was 12 girls, right? -Sorry...

Some were minors. Why did you do it?

-Sorry, I have nothing to say. -You were rich, successful.

-Why ruin those girls' lives? -Would you let me speak, please?

-Of course. -Good.

I comprehend the interest in me and the nature of your work,

-but I won't comment. -You must...

I'm asking you to respect my privacy.

I plan to enjoy my freedom with total discretion.

Thank you.

Put it together right and there's a good cut.

That's it. Right.

Make it look like he lost his cool.

Okay? Right, yes, great. Chat later, ciao.

Goddammit.

-It won't stick. -No.

You should have bought new glue. You should do things properly.

I know, Mom. There's a lot I should have done and haven't,

so let's not get into...

Right, come on.

You didn't sleep a wink last night, did you?

Here we go. I don't want a therapist.

You choose, therapist or mother.

I won't ignore it.

I can see in your face what you're going through.

I won't discuss this anymore. It's in the past.

Period.

You could prescribe me some tranquilizers.

No way.

You're fine, but you need pills? Makes sense.

You're fine, but you need pills? Makes sense. -Where are the nails? -Nails? A thumbtack will do.

-Where are the nails? -Nails? A thumbtack will do.

-I don't have thumbtacks. -Isabel, look...

You don't have to talk to me. I can recommend someone.

I don't want to bring up the stuff we went through.

Crap doesn't go anywhere until you clean it.

That's a good tagline.

Call a company, they might make you rich.

The door!

-Happy Saints' Day. -Happy Saint's Day, honey.

Thanks, Grandma.

We'll have the cake tonight, okay?

I'll pick it up after work. We can celebrate here.

What's there to celebrate? Seems like a waste of time...

Well... you should have seen us with the banner.

Your mom wanted to surprise you but it was impossible.

I have something for you. I think you'll like it.

-What's taking so long? -It's not here, it's gone.

-Maybe it's somewhere else. -No, I put it here.

I left it here this morning.

See what happens when you don't sleep?

You're all over the place.

-Did you take it? -Me?

-Yes. -What are you on about?

First you hit me, now you call me a thief.

-Great. -Enough, let's calm down.

Maybe you left it in a cupboard...

No, I put it here.

Goddammit.

-He's identical. -That proves nothing.

Get in there and do your job.

Take the mask off.

Help him.

You can leave now.

Come and sit down.

Well.

So far, we have you for assault and attacking an officer.

So far, we have you for assault and attacking an officer. That's nothing. You're wanted for two murders.

That's nothing. You're wanted for two murders.

It wasn't me.

If I got a dollar every time I heard that,

I'd be living it up in the Caribbean.

There's a dollar in the corner to get you started.

One of the cops dropped it, didn't even realize.

The Caribbean is real nice.

They gave us these bracelets on our honeymoon there,

we could eat whenever we wanted.

There are these weird turtles with beaked mouths.

What are you talking about? Don't you understand?

You just decimated the guy who killed your family...

There are two unsolved murders and you're a perfect fit.

-Yes, I get it. -You wouldn't know it.

Stop talking about turtles

and how great your life was before

and focus on now, because you're pretty screwed.

-Give me something to go on. -I've got nothing.

I've thought about how I'd do it for 20 years.

Planning what I'd say to him.

How I'd kill him.

Whether it'd be quick

or if I'd make him suffer.

It's all that kept me going.

But I felt nothing.

It was as if I were beating on someone else.

They told me it'd get easier in time.

But that's not true.

The pain and anger are always there.

The check, please.

WON'T BE HOME FOR DINNER.

I'M WITH LUCÍA, HER PARENTS ARE TAKING ME OUT.

No, give me another one.

Make it two.

It's on me.

Best part of the day, right?

And I'll bet you've earned it.

Sorry, I'd rather be left alone.

You seem tense.

-Stressed out at work? -No.

I asked to be left alone.

What part don't you get?

Fair enough.

Unpleasant girl.

-Sorry. -I told you...

-Your bag fell off. -Sorry.

-I'm sorry. Sorry, I apologize. -No problem.

-Goodnight -Goodnight.

Crap.

If you're throwing it out, I'll take it.

Knock yourself out.

-Is it chocolate? -Sorry?

Is it chocolate?

Goddammit.

Move away from the glass.

You were very brave, Isabel.

Thanks to your report, we found other girls

who had been drugged and raped

but didn't remember their attacker.

His house was full of photos and belongings of you all.

He collected you, as if you were trophies.

Isabel.

I need one last push from you, so we can send him to jail.

-Are you ready? -I want to leave.

-No... -Isabel, wait.

Hang on.

If you'd like to go get some air you can come back.

-Yes, later. -No. No!

Now.

That man needs to pay for what he's done to you.

You and the other girls.

It's just a second. You must be strong.

Only you can bring him to justice.

Okay.

Hands down, look straight ahead.

Is that him?

-Is this the man who raped you? -Yes.

-Are you sure? -Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

You can take him away.

Day 12, Tuesday.

I went to see him today.

I've decided to keep him isolated.

He's suffering with anxiety and guilt disorder.

He's entirely dependent on me.

-Hi. -What's up?

I can't find my keys. I looked for them, but...

I can't find my keys. I looked for them, but... I can't find them. Let's not make a big deal of it.

I can't find them. Let's not make a big deal of it.

-I'll just take your key. -How did you lose them?

Maybe I dropped them, it happens.

You couldn't find Sol's gift this morning either.

Everything's been misplaced today.

Hey, what's that on your sleeve?

Chocolate.

It must have happened when I dropped the cake.

It doesn't matter anyway, my daughter thinks I'm the worst

so some bum is enjoying the cake as we speak.

I knew it.

I knew if I came for the keys you'd look at me like that.

And here we are again.

Why don't you sit down?

-On the couch? No way. -No.

Not on the damn couch.

In a chair, while I go find your keys.

Okay.

Is this your dinner?

Crap...

Hey... Why don't you and Sol come stay for a few days?

Hey... Why don't you and Sol come stay for a few days? No.

No.

I'm an adult, I have my own life.

-You can't always protect me. -Of course I can.

You can't, that's the problem.

I don't know where I end and you begin. You're...

You're like...

You're like chocolate.

That's stuck.

You're always stuck to me.

And I'm fine. I'm pretty happy.

-It's just keys and a gift. -Sure.

-You're happy? -Yes.

You've never had a healthy relationship

with a man in your life.

This is a great time to talk about my sex life.

I'm not talking about sex.

-I'm talking about feelings. -Mom, that's enough.

I don't care.

You're like a vulture circling its prey.

I'll call you.

Isabel.

What are you doing in the dark?

It's such a beautiful day.

Look what I've brought you.

Croquettes! I know you love them.

Leave me alone.

Isabel, stop this. You have to eat.

-Leave me. -Come on, look.

-At least try one. -Just leave it.

-Come on, honey, please. -Leave me alone!

Don't touch me.

Please, don't touch me.

Right, get ready.

-No. -Get ready, we're going.

We're leaving.

No. No. No!

-Why are you here? -Didn't you hear the bell?

-You didn't answer my calls. -Make yourself at home.

I was in the shower, as you can see.

And you better have a good reason to be here,

-I've had a really crappy day. -I do.

You're getting water everywhere.

Damn!

Basauri is on the Córdoba highway.

You turn up at my place at 10 o'clock at night

to tell me a free man is going to Córdoba?

He should be headed north. Something's up.

He can go wherever he likes. He's free.

He was headed north when he was found.

He must have changed his mind, decided to head south.

Why? To celebrate his release with a swift rebujito cocktail?

-How do you know where he is? -A buddy up in Control told me.

Illegally.

Right, a guy responsible for 12 attacks

threatens us, tells us "this isn't over",

and my biggest concern is getting a warrant?

No problem. I'll go alone.

No, wait. You're not going alone.

I'll go with you.

Forget your makeup, we're in a rush.

Hello, Father.

I wasn't expecting you.

You look good... for being fresh out of jail.

Sorry to disappoint you.

You'd rather I looked sick? Covered in blisters?

Or bald, perhaps?

Well, I'm not.

I see you're not penny pinching.

Should I be?

Your mother chose that crockery.

It's nice.

-She had good taste. -You killed her.

After what you did to those girls,

your mother got sick.

She died thinking she'd failed as a mother.

Yes, I saw her obituary in the paper.

Did you know... that prisoners have full access to news?

You're heartless. We gave you everything.

Love, protection. Everything!

Let's leave the past behind and talk about now.

Are you here to kick me out?

Fine.

That's all you care about, isn't it?

Well...

I know exactly where I stand, Father.

I might be a heartless criminal

but I'm no fool.

-You get nothing when I die. -You think I don't know?

Your mother left you the lot. This house, shares...

You're rich.

She was a saint.

God rest her soul.

-I wish you were never born. -Well, here I am.

Shall I call a taxi... or your driver?

-It says he's here. -In the middle of nowhere?

I don't know, I can't see.

There's a light.

Take it easy!

It's alright.

Stay calm.

Stay calm. Nieto!

Nieto!

Nieto!

Nieto.

-Quick! Get him out! -He's tied up!

Nieto, he's tied up.

-Get out. Get on the ground. -Get down!

Come on!

Come on! Let him go!

-Get over there! -No!

-Move! -No!

Isabel.

Isabel.

Are you alright?

Yeah?

For the love of God.

Say what you like, it changes nothing.

Shut up, Nieto.

Go to the hospital and get a damn check-up.

-I'm fine. -Like hell you are.

-You're a mess. -It was my fault.

He was protecting me.

-She protected the terrorist. -Isabel, don't move.

What's going on here?

What's going on here? The monkey escaped while you protected each other.

The monkey escaped while you protected each other.

Neither of you thought to go after him?

This case is about catching the killer.

You should have gone.

You should have left Basauri where he was.

Isn't she off the TV?

-You're the commissioner, right? -Yes.

I want to file a report.

I want the police out looking for my attacker, now.

-I'm sorry, but protocol... -Screw protocol.

It's a miracle I'm alive.

I couldn't remember my name for the last five hours.

Please, speak to the person out front...

The person out front is a moron who asks stupid questions.

He asked if I remember my attacker's face.

If I'd have seen that bastard,

I'd have gone after him myself, you get me?

I think the police know how to do their job, Ana.

What happened to you?

Nothing the press needs to know.

I'll be the judge of that.

-Ana. Ana, was it? -Yes, Ana Hurtado.

Come with me to see if we can speed things up.

-This way. -Thank you.

-You know her? -Of course.

Everyone does, she's a famous journalist.

I didn't know who she was.

I'm heading home. Enough mistakes for one day.

I'll go speak to our prisoner,

let him know he's no longer a suspect.

A bit of good news in his life.

Now, he can carry on living the life of Riley.

He refused dinner.

What was it today?

-Steak and chard. -No!

Open up, quick!

Get him down!

You damn bastard...

Goddammit!

Get the belt off.

He has a pulse.

Call a doctor, Isabel!

Get an ambulance!

Isabel?

Isabel!

I won't let you go, you hear me?

I won't let you die.

I won't let you die.

I won't let you die.

Are you okay?

Alright, take it easy.

-An ambulance is on its way. -The ambulance is coming.

Damn...

What a day.

You've been quite the savior today.

Suits me, right?

Oh, Father...

Haven't you had enough?