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NIGHT AND DAY

Montoro at the Faculty
would have explained it like this.

- Do you remember Montoro?
- Of course I do.

I saw him recently.
He hasn't changed a bit.

Is he still after
all his female students?

I asked him.
Jokingly like...

And?

"Human beings
are creatures of habit, Mr Marín."

What did he say
that's relevant to our case?

He said: "Imagine a tennis ball
in the middle of a football pitch.

"If you tip 50 million ants
onto it randomly,

"there's a good chance
that one will find the ball.

"But if you only let about 100
go walking about, well,

"isn't there a chance
one could find it?

Anything is possible."

"And the ant in question has
the same chance of finding the ball

as you lot have
of becoming good doctors."

That's him all right. Who was
that little guy we all had...?

- Oh, yes!
- Back on track. So now what?

There are several possibilities:
Artificial insemination,

in vitro fertilization,
sperm from a donor...

No, no. Not that.

OK. We could start
with artificial insemination.

It's not as fail safe as in vitro,
but you never know.

- What's the difference?
- With artificial insemination,

we put the ants
as close as possible to the ball.

- Then see if they score.
- Let's stop talking about ants!

OK. With in vitro fertilization,
we take out the best sperm

and place them
in the ovule ourselves.

So, there's no problem
with numbers.

It's just more labour-intensive,
especially for her,

but it offers a greater
chance of success.

Excuse me. I'm on call.

Hello?

Where?

OK.

- What is the process exactly?
- In vitro?

Sara gets daily hormone
injections every day for 3 weeks.

Then, we take
a sperm sample from you.

The same day, we prepare them
and insert them via a tube.

Very well. OK.
See you. Bye.

- Sorry. I have to go.
- Sara...

- It's an emergency.
- Can't it wait?

Carles, I'm sorry.
See you at home.

You can explain it
all to me then. OK?

Doctor. Forensics.

I'm Sara Grau,
forensic specialist.

- Good evening.
- The coroner's here?

- No. He said hand it over to you.
- How nice of him.

- So what have we got here?
- Car swerved off the road,

burst into flames.
Two victims.

A man and a woman.
Both died in the crash.

He died in the fire. No ID,
so we don't know who he is.

- OK. Where are they?
- This way.

She went through the windscreen.
Died from traumatic head injury.

The autopsy will confirm that.
Has she been identified?

Yes. She had her ID on her.

And the man?

Yeah, you're right, but...
You know how things are.

Morning.

Do me a favour.
Just listen, will you?

- Who is it?
- Vicenç.

Remind him we said
we'd have dinner together.

I know. Listen, what exactly
do you want me to do?

Why don't we have lunch together?
We can talk it over calmly then, OK?

OK, bye.

Don't be an arsehole.
Bye, Vicenç. See you.

- Hi, darling.
- Hey.

- You must be exhausted.
- A little bit.

- What's up with him?
- Who, Vicenç?

Nothing, they've got him
climbing the walls.

He's been transferred
and isn't happy.

- How did it go?
- Same old, same old...

An urgent request
for an organ donation,

an accident in the middle
of nowhere... I'm shattered.

Yesterday you left me alone
with your gynaecologist.

- I felt bad about that.
- You could have waited 10 minutes.

I felt bad. I told you.

Were you friends
with him at uni?

- No.
- No?

No.

He's a bit of a tosser.
Knows his stuff, but a tosser...

- He's very good.
- Yes.

- Sure.
- Where to next?

Look.

- What's this?
- The forms for the treatment.

When they're inserted,
you must rest. It'll be good for you.

You've got to sign there.

- I was thinking...
- What?

What if we leave it for now?

Why?

Andreu said they may
make me head of department,

- and if I become pregnant...
- What'd happen?

Well, you know how it is.

Look. The sooner, the better.
It may not work first time round.

Yeah, I know, but...

If you don't want to do it, OK.

I'm only saying
the timing may not be right.

- When will it be?
- I don't know.

You're worried about
your commissions, the mortgage.

Please. This is a baby
we're talking about. Not a new car.

- Let's not bring up money now.
- Sorry.

- This is the last thing I needed.
- I came home to change.

I'm tired.
Let's talk tonight.

Sure. Who knows when?
You know the kind of day I have.

District managers' meeting.
Then the factory in Tarragona,

and when I get back,
there's a report for Bueno.

- No idea when I'll get back.
- Keep in touch.

Yeah. Where the hell
did I leave my phone?

Hey.

Don't get annoyed.

All that about the money, it's...

OK.

- Bye, love.
- Bye.

Having kids isn't showing
generosity. It's just selfishness.

You don't have kids to love them,
it's so they love you,

so someone needs you.

You have them
so you feel generous,

not because you really are.

- That's a little...
- A little honest.

Lluís and I always
wanted to have children.

If you do, it's because
you want them.

- It's better if both of us do, right?
- Yeah.

But each of you
for different reasons.

You need to be clear
why you want kids.

You must want them,
whatever he says.

I don't see it like that.

There are things
you need to do together.

As if the two were one.

Good morning.

- But you're having second thoughts.
- No. It's just a matter of timing.

Put it off now and
you'll never get round to it.

There'll always be
something to put you off.

That's because
you're not really sure.

And what about when
you had your daughter, eh?

I loved Itziar very much,
I wanted a kid to connect us forever.

I didn't want to lose her.

- That's a little...
- Yeah, selfish.

Please let me finish
my own sentences, OK?

Sorry.

It's just it's a bit sad.
You know...

Having a child for fear
of losing your girlfriend...

I don't know.
I think it's... sad.

- Aitor.
- What?

It doesn't ring true.

Good morning.

Yesterday I received
the sales report.

In a nutshell, a 1.7% increase
compared to the previous quarter.

Correct?

But there's something
I have noticed.

- Wasn't the objective...
- 2.8!

That's right, 2.8.

There's a shortfall between
objectives and results.

- Yes, but...
- Could someone tell me

how to measure
the level of satisfaction?

I'll tell you. Satisfaction
equals results, less expectations.

Results minus expectations.

A simple equation, which in your
case leaves us a negative balance.

- In short, in the shit.
- Forés, let me explain...

Do me a fucking
favour and shut up!

Think you're the only ones
who have to present a report?

I have a meeting later
with the Board.

How can I show up
with this shit?

What shall I say?
My staff are idiots?

A bunch of losers
who can't close a fucking deal?

- This is not a helpful approach...
- Not a helpful approach...?

Mr Palau thinks we're going
about this the wrong way!

If you don't like the heat,
fuck off out of the kitchen.

You and everyone else.

The company has spent
loads on training, courses,

marketing seminars
and other bullshit... Why?

For what? A shitty 1.7%?

Luckily, we've got Galvan
who made 2.9.

While you, Ferrer,
didn't even get to one.

- 0.9. See, my district...
- Your district?

Your district is like any other.

We're not discussing volume,
we're talking about an increase.

Do you fucking understand
what increase means?

How the fuck would you know?

The objective
for the next quarter will be 3%.

Anyone not reaching that
is off my team.

A good excuse is easier to find
than a good job.

Understood?

With the woman, no doubt.
Death by head trauma.

Multiple bruises.
And... semen in her vagina.

But keep that out
of the report for now.

- But it was sperm.
- Yes.

They had a good time
before their end.

- He got burned big time.
- OK, let's start.

Let's see if we can find
something to identify him by.

- Fàtima's not in today.
- Why's that?

I think she's got the flu.

I asked if she needed
anything, but she said no.

On that topic, how's it going?

- She's tough, but we'll get there.
- Dream on.

- I've got a cunning plan. Fail-safe.
- Really? What?

Slowly, naturally,
I'll reveal my intelligence,

warmth and sensuality.

It might work... if you had
any of those three things, of course.

It looks like
he was burned alive.

No.

There's nothing here.

- Let's turn him over?
- OK.

- Yes, grab him tight.
- One, two...

Watch out, watch out.

There.

OK.

Look at this.

It's a tattoo, right?

It looks like...

a skull.

Maybe it'll help identify him.

So... start on the samples?

Hey, Sara?
Are you with us?

Yes, sorry.

- Should we take samples?
- Yes, of course.

Let's take samples.

Lluís!

- Lluís, do you have a second?
- Vicenç! Yes, of course. What is it?

Look, what I said
at the meeting...

Don't take it badly.
It's to motivate those swines.

- How's Silvia?
- Fine.

And the kids?
Has the youngest had the operation?

Next week.

Could you come over on Saturday?
Sara would love to see you.

- Wait. It can't be Saturday.
- Lluis, we need to have a chat.

I really don't have
much time. Sorry.

- Another time.
- I'm being moved to Oviedo.

Yeah, I wanted to tell you.

And what the fuck do I do in Oviedo?
I've got a family, I can't...

Look at it positively.
It's a growing area.

- Don't fuck with me.
- What?

You've kept me out the loop for
months. Damn it Lluís, we're friends!

If not, I wouldn't be
standing by you.

- I've worked here for 15 years.
- And I've been here 5.

I wasn't consulted and now they're
sending me to the middle of nowhere!

- There are new directors.
- Oh, fuck them!

I'm fed up, Lluís, fed up!
Lluís!

Lluís, you're
the manager for Catalonia.

They won't make a decision
without your say-so.

I'm fed up.

I'm not willing to put up
with this situation any more.

I won't accept the transfer.

- What?
- You heard me.

If you don't cancel the transfer,
I'm out. Fuck it.

- I understand.
- What?

You're right.

I'd love to change your mind,
but I understand.

I know you.
You're not all talk.

I'll tell the bosses, but I know
you won't change your mind.

We'll miss you. Now, sorry.
I have a meeting in Tarragona.

You're a cynic.
And a son of a bitch!

- Come on, Vicenç...
- Go to hell!

- Fuck you and the company!
- Regards to Silvia.

What? You're not hungry?

- No.
- A sandwich?

I'll notify the police
about the tattoo.

- Yes?
- Want a coffee?

- I'm...
- You're working.

Yes, I'm writing...

I just performed an autopsy
on an unidentified man and...

And what?

Well, I think I know who he is.
I'm not sure, but I think I know him.

How?

If I tell you something,
will you keep mum?

Of course, Sara, of course.

What is it?

Remember
about a month ago

we found an old lady
dead in her home?

Yes. Fàtima was with you
and she threw up.

Exactly. On the day
Fàtima arrived.

The boss introduced her
and I said:

"A forensic specialist
with such great legs?

I'd get myself killed so she could
give me a good going over."

Are you aware of what you're saying?

What? Girls like it when
you say such things to them.

- Where did you read that?
- Real life's not in some book.

If you got out more,
you'd see that.

The expert has spoken.

- My favourite forensic specialist.
- What's going on?

- Coffee?
- No. Seen Andreu?

He's training the new employee.

Fàtima.
Just the name turns me on.

Will he be long?

If I were him,
I'd take all morning. Look.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Fàtima, let me introduce you
to your new co-workers.

This is Fàtima Comín.
She's replacing Llorens.

Aitor Otxoa.
He's the forensic psychiatrist.

- Welcome.
- How do you do?

- You've already met Pol.
- Yes. We've met.

Let's do it again.

Pol Ambrós, forensic pathologist
and the joy of the profession.

- If you need anything...
- And Sara Grau, from Pathology.

- Hello, Sara.
- Hi.

An institution around here!

You'll get to know
the others later.

Now I have
a department meeting.

Fàtima,
they'll bring you up to speed.

If you want me to show you...

Pol, Sara will do that.
Corpse 2-4-4 awaits you.

- My patient is in no hurry.
- Pol...

- All right.
- Good. I'm going too.

- All right.
- Good. I'm going too.

Fàtima... I love your name.

Bye, Pol.

Bye.

Well, I guess it's up to me
to show you the works.

I studied in Tarragona.
Then I did my Master's in the US.

- But you've never practised.
- No.

Well, you're lucky.
The facilities are relatively new.

Top-quality materials.

A chromatograph for liquids
and gases with a mass detector.

- Do you want to see?
- Yes. Of course.

Our team seems nice.

Andreu has his little quirks,
but he'll always look out for you.

He sure praises you.

I was his student at uni.
I'm fond of him.

Aitor also seems very nice.
A little serious.

He has his reasons.

- Are you seeing anyone?
- Me? No.

Don't let Pol know.
Or he'll never leave you alone.

Yeah. He'll flirt
with anyone, right?

Yes, anything that breathes.

I passed all my exams without
enthusiasm. I spent hours in the bar.

I wasn't inspired to specialise.

Geriatrics? Depressing.
Paediatrics? No way, thanks.

An ophthalmologist
only sees eyes. Right?

General medicine?
When an interesting case arises,

it passes to a specialist.

And you spend your time
writing prescriptions,

releasing patients, putting up
with their complaints...

In the end...

Let's see.
Sole... and vegetables.

Magda doesn't vary the menu
much, but it's all good.

If I change a dish,
people complain.

I don't eat much.
I'm on a diet.

You? Why? It's me
that should be on a diet.

- I'm five pounds over.
- Oh, good grief.

I must be really boring you, huh?

- No, not at all. Go on.
- You sure?

Of course.

I was about to quit.

Then in my sixth year
I took Legal Med.

A class you'd never imagine was
interesting. Andreu was my teacher.

Suddenly, I found myself
applying for lots of internships.

And I found them...

I learned to read bodies...

to uncover what
colleagues had overlooked.

And I was hooked.

People ask me,
and they'll ask you too,

how can you work with such
macabre things and later...

go out, walk,
have an ice cream,

or make holiday plans?
You know.

Sometimes
I ask myself that too.

Sorry.

Hello?

OK.

Yes.

Can you wait or...?

Perfect.

What was that?

Perfect.

OK. Be right there. Bye.

I have to inspect a crime scene.
Want to come?

- I don't know.
- One day has to be your first.

All right, yeah, let's go.

Let's finish eating.

Sònia. How are you?

This is Fàtima.
It's her first day.

- Congratulations.
- What have we got?

Not a pretty sight.
Let's go.

Carme Palacio, 84.
Lived alone.

Neighbours reported a foul smell.

- Do you want...?
- No thanks.

Up to you.

What's up, Toni?
Some fresh air?

- You guessed.
- Fàtima. Toni Guillén, Homicide.

She's new.
Your Honour...

- Finally. I've been waiting.
- Traffic, your Honour!

All right.
You've got your work cut out.

Her hobby was decorating.

Husband died 10 years ago.
Since then, she's barely gone out.

Went to church,
but not much else.

She just accumulated
more and more crap.

- Diogenes Syndrome.
- You should see my house.

Ladies.

All yours.

Fàtima, come here a second...

Throw up outside!

She apparently died from asphyxia,
but we need to perform an autopsy

to determine the cause
and date of her death.

I'll arrange the examination,
you perform the autopsy.

It was on the dresser
in the dining room.

- Bingo.
- And it's a big one.

- How much?
- About 30,000.

- Bloody hell.
- And they didn't find it?

- Wasn't well hidden.
- Or they weren't looking for it.

- Why not?
- May have been rape. I found this.

- It was stuck to her crotch.
- What is it?

Could be part
of the wrapping on a condom.

When will the results
of the autopsy be in?

- Preliminaries tomorrow afternoon.
- Good. Well, I'm off home.

Have the undertakers
been notified?

- Yes, of course.
- Perfect. All right. Bye.

Bye.

- I'm sorry.
- Let's go.

- Where?
- We need a drink.

There's a bar here
on the corner that's not too bad.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Don't tell anyone, OK?

No need.
Everyone was already there.

The first day is always special.
Then you get used to it.

Thank you, but I bet
you didn't throw up.

No. I kept it in. But when
I got home I wept buckets.

7-year-old girl.

Parents said
she fell off her bike.

The girl said it too,
crying. Insisted on it.

But it wasn't true...

She had recent bruises

and others that couldn't
have been from one fall.

She kept defending her father
until her mum finally told the truth.

At first, you'll get a tickling
sensation on your skin.

It's your armour forming.

- But sometimes...
- What?

Sometimes you see things that'll make
you question if it's all worth it.

And then what do you do?
How do you...?

I tell my husband to
hold me tight. All night.

Well, why are you here
wasting time?

He's not here.
He's in Madrid.

You're still here, huh?
Hey! Two gin tonics.

I thought you couldn't drink
while you were on duty.

At least in the movies...

We're off duty
for exactly 5 minutes.

Bring us some nibbles.

- Are you feeling better?
- I think so, yes.

Get used to it because
this will not be your last.

4 months ago, another
one turned up dead.

79 years old,
she also lived alone.

Same signs of violence
on the body.

- Did they also rape her?
- Yes, Forensics believe so.

2 months ago. Another
similar case. In Viladecans.

80 years old.
The same circumstances.

So you think all three
were killed by the same person?

Three elderly women,
who lived alone,

murdered violently
with signs of sexual violence.

- A serial killer?
- It could be.

- When's the autopsy?
- Tomorrow morning, early.

- So we still have time.
- For what?

For another drink.

Same again.

There was a guy looking
at you all the time. So what?

Pol was right.
You need to get out more.

We were chatting for a while
with Fàtima, Toni and Sònia.

Then they left.

Well, I'm off home to crash out.

So early?
Have another!

- Night, Toni.
- I'm off too.

- Are you heading into town?
- Yes.

- If you want, I can take you.
- OK.

- Till tomorrow.
- See you.

- Be good.
- Yes.

Bye.

So, shall we have
another, or what?

- You're not tired?
- You know me.

- Where's your husband?
- He's in Madrid.

- And you're not scared?
- Scared? Of what?

Being home alone?

Listen, if you want...

- Toni.
- What?

- That won't happen again.
- What a shame.

OK, I'm... going.
Are you coming?

No, I'm staying for a bit.

- Alone?
- Yes, alone.

- Very good. Good night.
- Good night.

Sweet dreams.

Hi, Lluís...

Are you in the hotel?

Oh, sorry I woke you up.

No, don't worry.
Tell you later.

Nothing, it's just that
I wish you were here.

Yes, OK, we'll talk
tomorrow. Fine.

Good night.

The bill, please.

So, your friends left you alone?

They like to go home early.

Yeah.

Thank you.

And you too? Huh?

No... Not me.

Look, the Torre Agbar.

I designed its interior,

you know...

I don't want to know
anything about you.

Not your name...

or what you do.

OK.

No questions.

No names.

If you need one...

choose the name
you like best.

- Emma?
- Emma is fine.

- Hello, Emma.
- Hello.

- Hello, Emma.
- Hello.

Do you like it?

- I got it in Singapore.
- Liar.

It's true.

- What does it mean?
- Nothing. It's only a skull.

Just a sec...

You're telling me...

you hooked up with the guy
you just did an autopsy on?

Leaving already?

Yes.

- Just like that?
- Just like what?

Just like that.
Not even a goodbye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

We could do it again, eh?
Why such a rush?

I've got to get up early.

Every now and then
I stop by that bar.

Fantastic.

Will we meet again?

I doubt it.

And now the body is unidentified
and I don't know what to do.

- Did he tell you his name?
- We used invented names.

- What will you do?
- I don't know.

He said he worked on the Torre Agbar.
Maybe we could find him through that.

They'd want to know
how you knew him.

I met him at a...
I don't know what to do, Aitor.

Excuse me
for bringing this up, but...

This morning you said you were
thinking about having kids.

Now, you tell me you hook up
with random strangers.

I don't understand you Sara.
Honestly. I don't understand.

- Me neither.
- Why do you do it?

I don't know.

Stop me if I'm going
too far, but...

Look, his identity
is not your problem.

They'll find out in the end.

I don't know.

You don't see why I want a child
with my husband and yet...?

Yes, exactly.

- Hello?
- Oh, excuse me.

The police rang.

A woman has reported
the disappearance of her husband

and the description matches
our burned out case.

- Oh, really?
- She's coming to identify him.

Did they ask her
if he had a tattoo?

Yes, but they want her
to confirm it's him.

- She'll be here in 30 minutes.
- Have they said anything else?

- Who he was or...?
- No. A normal guy.

A security guard
cheating on his wife.

See you in a bit.

Think about it, Sara.

Sorry, Bueno. The road
into Barcelona was horrible.

Yes, I was
in a huge traffic jam too.

- Oh, I didn't know.
- No big deal.

This way you get to meet.
Clara Salgado. Lluís Forés.

- Delighted.
- Me too.

Clara just joined the company.

- Good. Welcome.
- Thank you.

Is it OK if she stays?
She can see how we work.

As you wish.

The Palau problem is solved.
He is resigning.

Congratulations.

- But you two are friends?
- We were.

The company's aware
that your task isn't pleasant,

but we value your efforts
to cut down staff in your department

- without causing headaches.
- That's the job.

Once we get his resignation letter,
you'll get your bonus.

- How is Sara doing?
- Fine, thanks.

Give her my regards.

Before you tell me how it went
in Tarragona, one thing... Clara?

Not much to explain,
I just got here but...

they're so happy with your work
they want me to join you

so you'll show me the ropes.
There's no better teacher.

- As long as you agree, obviously.
- What? What do you think?

What's there to say?
No problem.

Thanks. I'm sure
we'll get on fine.

Clara is really special.
You'll see.

She's got enough masters'
to decorate your office.

OK. So how did
Tarragona go?

This way, please.

You only need to confirm
that this is your husband.

Sit down, please.

Are you OK?

Take your time.
There's no rush.

Fancy some water?

Poor love.
How he must have suffered...

in the fire...

I'm Sara Grau, the pathologist
who performed the autopsy.

He didn't suffer at all.

There was a head injury.

He was unconscious
before the fire.

- Are you sure?
- I'm sure.

I don't know
what he was doing in that car.

I don't know
that woman at all.

He told me that he was
playing cards with friends.

Now what do I do?

- Go! You must have work to do.
- No don't worry.

So who was that woman?

The name didn't mean
anything to me.

What were they doing there?

Must have been an affair.

How far along are you?

8 months.

- Boy or a girl?
- A boy.

I don't know if it helps, but...

I did the autopsy on both...

your husband and
the woman with him in the car.

I can assure you there was no sex.
At least not today.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Maybe his car broke down
and she gave him a lift...

Maybe. Maybe that's
what happened.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

May God grant you peace.

Do not look to our sins,
but to our faith.

Give us that peace
and that unity, we implore you.

You who live and reign
for ever and ever.

Amen.

- May God's peace be with you always.
- And with your spirit.

Brothers and Sisters,
share that peace.

- Peace be with you.
- And with you.

- Hey. You finally got here.
- Sorry. Did I wake you?

Have you had dinner?
Shall I make you some?

- No need.
- You don't look well.

Hey...

I'm not a good person.

What's going on?

- I'm a bad person.
- Why do you say that?

I don't know why...

you want a kid with me.

- Because I love you.
- Yes, I know that, but...

Do you think being
a father doesn't scare me?

Do you think
I never have doubts?

But that is
what I want the most:

A son, a daughter...
Either is OK.

A baby that is ours.
Yours and mine.

That's what I want
most in the world.

A child with you,
the woman I love.

Will you ever stop loving me?

Never.

- No matter what happens?
- No matter what happens.

And if I told you...

What?

That I've done...

If I told you I didn't
want a child with you...

would you stop loving me?

No. Never.

- May the Lord be with you.
- And with your spirit.

May Almighty God bless you,
Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Brothers and Sisters,
go in peace.

We thank you, God.

He's up to four,
the son of a bitch.

Three judges for a single case
only complicates things.

Both of us? You just said
I could handle this one alone.

- What's going on, Miren?
- May I go to my room?

- Are you sleeping with her, Fermí?
- How disgusting!

I only wanted to say
I'll think of you.

This is a really bad time.

Scratches on her wrists similar
to that caused by plastic clamps.

The door wasn't forced.

He wants his victims
to be aware that they are dying.

- Do you know if she is married?
- Sara...

Yes, I confess. She's my lover.

Sara, are you ready?

Stop! Zoom in.