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- Do you have any kids? - A daughter.

- Why we can't be Facebook friends? - You're my dad.

Our man is a hunter, and his territory is Barcelona.

He establishes a profile, studies it, and makes sure it fits perfectly.

You'll be a great mum.

- You think so? - I wish Dad was like you.

From now on, your name is Bruno Effron.

- You know what day it is? - You have a ring.

What else do you want?

I'd never ask you to leave her.

That's how I feel around you... Like shit!

I want a divorce.

That man... was like an angel from heaven.

I've been calling her for 2 days, but she won't answer.

Stop calling me, you fucking nutcase!

Sorry?

Hi, love. You're not answering my calls.

I'm having breakfast.

Is this about the damn mobile? Clara's an idiot.

They're company phones. She took mine.

Tangier is lovely. We should go together one weekend!

Call me when you can. Love you.

NIGHT AND DAY

PUBLIC ALARM

The attack took place in the kitchen.

The victim opened the door voluntarily.

She offered him a coffee he didn't give her time to make.

Then, follow me.

They seem to have had some altercation.

Then, here. Note the carpet.

He dragged her to the bedroom.

The rest? You tell us.

Nice way to start the day, eh?

- Yeah. - Do you like the theatre?

- Yeah. Why? - My brother-in-law got me tickets.

- Sonia. - Yeah?

- What is it? - A partial footprint.

- From a trainer. - From our guy?

I doubt the old dear did much jogging.

- Are you going on the radio? - Not today.

I'm having dinner with a councillor tonight.

Vallejo and his wife.

But if you don't want to come, I understand.

Mercè, I want to do things right.

You won't lack a thing. The lawyer says...

Tell me the truth.

Is there someone else?

- Mercè... - Be honest.

At least for once.

OK. I'll tell you.

No. There's no other woman. That's not why I want this.

Then why?

Us. I'm doing this for us.

- Fermí. - Yes?

The dinner...

Let's have it here. I'm still your wife.

I don't want you to look bad.

- A beer would be better. - A beer? I'd pass out.

Are you sure you're Basque? You weren't adopted?

Two gin and tonics and the next day you're a mess.

The comment we posted got 16 likes.

- But none from Miren. - Patience.

Let's try her mate who accepts everyone.

Samantha.

We "like" Miren's comments

and write some crap that grabs her attention.

- Like what? - I don't know. You're her father.

Look, here's a comment by Miren.

What's it say?

"If you cry when you can't see the sun,

your tears won't let you see the stars."

- Oh, please... - What? She's a kid.

Go on, write something insightful.

I don't know.

It should disagree, but without offending her.

Fine.

Write:

"Desire has no object.

That's why we suffer, because we can't escape our desires."

- You're off your rocker. - What? It's Jacques Lacan.

You're supposed to be Bruno Effron! You're 20.

You have no idea about psychiatry and shit.

Here, let me.

Done.

"Stop thinking about life, and just live it."

- What is this crap? - Paulo Coehlo. Girls love him.

- Oh great. - It's like fishing.

- You cast your line and they nibble. - Sure. Sorry.

Hello?

Ainhoa. Yes, of course.

Yes, with your brother.

I thought she'd be upset. She took it better than I expected.

Magda, a tuna butty.

I guess she saw it coming.

I'm waiting on a cheese and bacon.

I feel bad for her, of course, but I couldn't go on.

- I can't focus on you right now. - No, right.

- Come by yours later? - Yes.

Have a good day.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

Yeah, but as I said, I'm not interested. Not at all.

No. Yes, of course I understand.

Agreed, OK.

Fine, yes. See you at 8pm at home.

Yes? OK, bye.

- Good news. - What?

Miren "liked" your comment.

No way. Let's see.

NOT ANSWERING! YOU RAN OFF WITH ANOTHER GUY?

Here you are. I wanted to...

- We said at 10am. - Yes, I know.

I went over everything about government grants.

- If we submit a new proposal... - Now's not the time to improvise.

I'm not improvising. I calculated the costs. If we send a new...

Enough. I'll outline the strategy.

I've apologised about the mobile. I was half asleep and...

Don't touch me.

You weren't mad last night.

What do you want? For us to hold hands?

Flowers on our anniversary? Send you texts during meetings?

Come off it.

Look, if I have problems with Sara, you'll pay for it.

- You're a prick. - Yeah...

- Good morning. - For you.

I hate being on call. First, a homicide.

Another old lady.

And surprise, surprise, the judge wants the drafts today.

Then, I had to leave to testify on a sexual assault.

To top it all,

our esteemed manager is bringing students in to watch an autopsy.

It's time to kill myself.

- Yeah, of course. - Hey, are you OK?

Sorry, I didn't sleep much.

Missing your husband, eh? When's he back?

Tomorrow.

Want a coffee?

We should go down to Pathology.

He asks: What's worse, ignorance or indifference?

I don't know, and I don't care.

What? Don't think it's funny?

- Leave her. She didn't sleep much. - Welcome to the club.

Wait, wait...

What's this red mark around her lips?

I think it's called... lipstick.

Pol...

- It's like he used his hand... - To rub it off.

- It's not the first time. - Remember the fourth victim?

Some men don't like rouge, but that's not me.

Our friend doesn't.

He's already up to six victims. Social media is fuming,

and talk shows are claiming we're incompetent.

- We need results. - And you have nothing.

Blurry photos, a vague profile. Not much else.

Forensics just confirmed the make of trainer and size.

45.

Top brass getting nervous.

Yes. They've not said anything, but...

- Listen, we have the photos. - From the CCTV?

Yes. If we publish them we could ask the public for help.

But they're so blurry. You'll only create more public alarm.

The police would spend taxpayer's money responding to calls,

and chasing false leads.

You may be right, but we have to do something.

Catalan TV was given access to CCTV images

showing the suspected killer of an elderly lady

on February 6th in Barcelona.

According to detectives, the suspect is a white male,

between 35 and 40, approximately 180 cm tall.

He is thought to have killed five others.

Someone should cut his balls off!

The first victim, found 8 months ago, was also an elderly lady.

Another.

- Granny! Dad's on TV! - On TV?

Firemen controlled the fire that started in the kitchen.

Despite the fire gutting the flat, there were no mortalities,

thanks to the quick response of the firefighters

who rescued a woman inside.

Yes, I know what you're going to say.

But I'd just like to know who my daughter's hanging out with.

A total of six fire trucks...

It's so I'm sure that

nothing happens to her, or there are no issues, or...

Hey, Sara. Are you listening to me?

- Yes. I am. - No, you're not!

It's unbelievable that you, of all people,

are deceiving your own daughter.

It's the pettiest thing I can imagine. Faking a profile?

Then saying it's for her sake!

No! It's to make you feel better by controlling her.

What next? A camera in her bedroom?

- Sara, please! - Fuck off!

She's had a bad day.

Wait.

Wait, Magda. One second.

What's wrong? You're pale. Don't scare me!

- My pills. - Pills?

- Where? - In my trousers.

Fuck.

Shit.

No. This is Homicide. We don't deal with fines.

Can you tell me your name please?

Magda what?

And you recognised his face, but you don't know why? Of course.

Are you sure it's him?

How old is your ex?

60, eh?

Thanks for your help. We'll be in touch.

Toni.

I've got twelve agents wasting time on phones.

- The judge has really done it... - A patrol has arrested a guy.

- What? - In Raval.

He attacked an elderly woman on her way home.

- On the street? - Yeah. It's all quite confusing.

What are you doing?

Calling an ambulance.

No need. It'll pass.

Don't be daft!

I feel better.

Don't give me that. You're going to the doctor!

Yeah? Huh... When?

A little while ago.

She started screaming and he tried to run.

But the neighbours got him in time.

An officer brought him in for questioning.

First, do a medical exam and get a forensic report.

I don't want trouble with the press.

- I'll be right there. - You're not going anywhere.

- You must see a doctor. - I must go. It looks like we got him.

- Who? - The serial killer.

Meeting was a bit long, but it was better than expected.

I offered two options.

It looks like the second convinced them.

There's some loose ends but in 10 days we'll have a firm proposal.

Agreed.

Naturally.

Bueno sends his regards.

Send the documents to Marisa.

- Thanks. - For what?

- For robbing my ideas. - Your ideas?

We're a team. We're not here for medals.

Oh really?

You came to Tangier to learn how things are done.

- I'm starting to understand. - Good.

Now get packed. We don't want to miss our flight.

- It's tomorrow morning. - Do what you like.

I'm fucking fed up with Tangier.

We can do this again, right?

Stop it!

Looks better on you.

- Stop calling me... - Sorry?

He has no history.

But the one in here is an old friend.

Hey, Mr Fajardo, yet again.

- I didn't do anything. - You put a guy in hospital.

He was an arsehole. He deserved it. Can I smoke?

- No. - What happened?

- I already told them. - Well, now you'll tell us.

Fine.

It's nothing. I was arguing with Wendy, my...

Continue.

She got close to some clients.

OK fine, fuck guys, but make them pay.

I'm relaxed.

Look, let's talk seriously.

So I go: "What are you up to?".

And she freaked out right in the street.

I told her to fuck off. And went into the bar for a shot.

Bam. Down the hatch. Ordered another.

And I see on TV the arsehole who's been murdering grannies,

and the guys go: "Cut his dick off!"

"Leave him to me!". And I ask Remi for another.

Everyone goes: "Castrate him, so he stops killing..."

And this and that...

Then, I hear yelling outside.

I go see what's happening and I see a granny running,

and a guy with a hat like on TV and everyone insulting him.

The guy runs at me,

and everyone goes: "Bastard, motherfucker, murderer."

And I was angry over the thing with Wendy,

so I took him out!

Awhile back, I felt a pinch...

here.

And my osteopath said:

"You, sir,

need to exercise or you'll be old before your time."

So, I signed up for Pilates,

twice a week.

When I left the gym I saw a really old lady

carrying a big bottle of water,

and I go: "Ma'am, like some help?".

All of a sudden, she starts yelling.

It's him! Help! He'll kill me!

And I go: "Ma'am, I only want to help you."

But two guys came...

Help me, help me! It's him!

"What's going on?" They called me names and shoved me.

Another came from behind, hit me right there.

"Queer bastard!"

And I thought...

I'm getting out of here.

I started to run, but they chased me.

Then some piece of shit came out of a bar and slugged me.

I fell down and said: "Stop!". But he was blinded by rage.

Until someone said:

"Stop it, you'll kill him! You'll get in shit!".

Hey, if they hadn't grabbed me, I swear I would've killed him,

because if someone did to my mum what this guy does...

Watch out! Let him run... I'd hunt him down.

I'd kill him right there. I swear.

So the guy starts crying like a girl,

the cops turn up and I go: "I got him. Is there a reward?".

50 years old, barely 180 cm, size 41 shoe.

And he has an alibi.

The twat assaulted an innocent man.

- He'll get nailed. - I don't think so.

- Dropping charges. - Is he nuts?

Brauli's been off work a fortnight. He's scared they'll fire him.

What about Fajardo?

We'll let the judge decide. What else...?

Everything all right?

Yes.

- What did you do today? - Nothing. Some thinking.

OK. I need a shower.

Under your seat is a life jacket.

Thanks.

If needed, put it on,

fasten, secure and adjust.

Inflate when outside, pulling the red tags.

You can do this by blowing into the tubes.

Never going to pick up?

I'm on the plane. I'll be back tonight.

Please turn it off.

- Just a minute. - We're taking off.

Lost your fear of flying?

- Yeah. Very observant. - Yeah.

Been here 6 years, seen all kinds,

but this thing with the old women... Doesn't it bother you?

It's not normal what he does.

He's twisted.

I think of my mum...

I don't know. I think it's getting to me.

You do have feelings?

Yes, two: Love for animals, and respect for the elderly.

Shit, Pol. Nothing's ever serious with you.

Let's have dinner and talk about stuff

like climate change or sex with coworkers.

Goodbye, Pol.

- Listen, can you take me home? - Bye, bye.

I love it when you play hard to get.

Sorry.

- Missed the play. - Sorry.

Anyway, I'm on call. I bet they ring.

We'll do something.

I met people from there, and they said:

"Come to a wedding."

Honestly, it was amazing.

I'd never been to a wedding

where everyone was just focused on the happy couple.

The men on one side, women on the other.

They made odd sounds I'd never heard before...

Excuse me.

No! Not so fast. Not so fast.

Slow down!

Why are you shaved?

Sweat. I do triathlons.

What?

Are you taking off your dress or shall I do it?

What are you doing?

Hey. I said no rush, no rush.

Hey, calm down...

- Not like that. - Shut up.

- Not like that. - Shut the fuck up!

You're choking me. Stop!

- What are you doing? - Stop!

Stop. Fuck, leave me! Stop, already!

What's wrong?

I shouldn't have come.

Come on. Don't be silly.

Stop!

Stop! Fucking stop!

What? What's up?

No means no!

Hey! You can't just leave me like this!

Don't touch me.

Don't touch you?

Is that what you want? No touching? Are you sure?

I think you do want me to touch you.

But you say no to turn me on. Is that it?

- Stop! - What's your game?

- Fucking stop! - What?

Open the door.

Open the door!

What's up with you?

- Open the fucking door! - Stop or I'll call reception.

Go on, call!

Call, call...

It'll be fun to see your husband's face

when he learns how you spend your evenings.

Come on, babe. Emma, open up.

I went overboard.

But... I thought you liked it.

You're going to open or what?

Open.

Open the door, you fucking bitch!

Open it!

We'll open a bottle of Priorat. Vallejo loves it.

He's a bon vivant.

Hello? Hey, hi.

Just letting you know I'm OK.

It was just a rapid heartbeat. That's all.

Yes, I'm fine. Tomorrow, I'll see a doctor.

Listen, then we have to finish what we started, eh?

Yeah, OK. See you tomorrow. Bye.

- Fermí. - Yes?

- Can you help with my shoes? - Of course.

- Who were you talking to? - Work stuff.

- What time are they coming? - In half an hour.

Then finish getting ready. Put on the tie I like.

All right. I'll do that now.

I'm busy, love. See you tomorrow.

Vallejo's wife, Marga, is nice.

Just a little thick.

Likes to talk about fashion and romantic TV shows.

Don't worry. I'll make you look good.

What?

Not coming out, eh?

Fine.

I'll see you another day.

I guess.

I'M BACK EARLY, SEE YOU AT HOME. XXX

Shit.

I agreed to meet because I know Ainhoa's family,

but you won't change my mind.

We're grateful, Aitor.

We don't have long. She'll be back soon.

- Let's get to it, then? - Come in.

If you need tickets to a concert, just let me know.

Thanks so much, but I wouldn't want to put you out.

The benefits of being the most hated critic in the country.

Well, I don't know much about it,

but I think classical music is so boring!

That's normal. Classical music is like the courts.

Things like costumes and the staging need bringing up to date.

Another bottle? Fermí wants to get us drunk.

- How'd you guess? - I say go on. Don't stop.

We'll let it breathe first.

What a lovely ring!

My husband got it for our anniversary.

See, it's an M. My initial.

How touching! How long have you been...?

37 years.

37 years! Wow! I wasn't even born, then!

And you two?

Well, it'll be... 3!

How time flies!

And how did you meet, if I may ask?

Can I tell?

We worked together in Madrid.

- Are you a lawyer or...? - Me? No way. I did photocopies.

Whenever I saw him,

I thought he looked like an actor my mum used to like.

- Slow down, love. - What? Let me speak.

- And you hit on him? - Well, it didn't take much!

He came frequently for copies of absolutely anything.

And one day he says to me: "Ever been to El Escorial?".

And I said: "Your Honour, are you trying to seduce me?".

But you were married, no?

Yeah, but our marriage had been...

Over. Eh, darling?

Once the passion dies,

if there are no bonds beyond desire,

marriages don't last long.

Your bonds must be incredible because...

- Stop, please. - What did I say?

No, it's nothing. Marga is right.

The bonds of our marriage are indestructible, right Fermí?

Must be. Putting up with each other so many years...

Come on, this conversation is getting too serious.

I propose a toast.

- Can I? Will you let me? - Don't be like that, sweetie.

Dear, give Magda a little more wine.

Marga.

- Pardon? - You said Magda.

Oh, really? Sorry, I was confused.

Enough, or my husband will yell at me.

Thank you.

To your health, Fermí, and to the next spokesperson of the High Council.

I don't know. Will they choose him?

Why not? He has a lot of support.

Yeah, I know but...

imagine if they found out that...

he has, I don't know, a lover?

Oh well, yeah. What a scandal!

But at the courts there's more than a few that...

Marga, enough.

What? It wouldn't be unheard of.

Well, I don't know...

Imagine if they found out he had foreign accounts.

- Mercè. - It's just a joke, dear.

It's not a very funny one.

OK. Cheer up, come on!

To Fermí Cases, my husband,

to all the years of happiness we've shared.

To the best, most honest and most sincere man I've ever met.

To him!

Hold on. What the fuck do they want?

Forgiveness? Guilt eating at them?

"Look, I destroyed you and your family's life. Sorry".

See, easy.

This is not about forgiving or asking for forgiveness.

It's about bringing together two people in pain,

in the same place, to talk.

Come on. Why?

Because some can't understand what happened or why it did.

So victims learn and maybe heal their wounds.

Talking to those bastards won't heal any wounds.

Let them tell me to my face why they did it.

In a way, that's what it is. The other part...

Is this it? The other part?

We just want you to know that if, at any time, you decide...

You've already said, and my answer is no. OK?

Now if you'll excuse me, my daughter is on her way.

- Anyway, thanks for seeing us. - If you want to get in touch.

- I doubt it. - We know it's painful.

No, you don't. You have no fucking idea what it's like.

- You're wrong. My father was... - My daughter.

Dad, at school they said...

Oh, hello.

- Hi, love. - Hi, Miren.

- Hi, do we know each other? - No.

They're friends that stopped by. Ainhoa and...

Gorka. Hi.

- Are they staying for dinner? - No, they're leaving.

Bye.

Bye.

How's things?

You've never mentioned them before.

Once. Ainhoa's brother and I were at uni together.

- What did they want? - Nothing.

What about school?

Nothing? They came for something, right?

They came because we'd not seen each other in ages.

Yeah... you didn't seem happy to see them.

What is this? An interrogation?

They came, they left and that's all.

- You say I do it, but you... - What?

You do the protective dad thing so I tell you what I'm up to,

but you hide things too.

OK. Great.

What?

They're from an association, OK?

They want me to meet your mother's killers face-to-face.

- Now you know. - To talk and stuff?

They say it heals wounds.

Yeah. What did you say to them? No?

What do you think?

- I don't know, Dad. Maybe... - What?

- See what they are like... - They killed your mother!

- What do you expect? - I don't expect anything!

I just said maybe...

Do what you want! Stay bitter forever!

Why am I telling you this?

You're a child. You have no idea.

Thanks. Yeah, you're right. You know everything, don't you?

Good night.

- Miren! - Leave me!

What are we doing today?

I don't know.

Let's stay here and relax?

On such a nice day? I don't want another Sunday indoors.

So let's go to the beach. Zarautz?

- OK. - OK.

Isn't that right, Miren?

We're going to the beach, right?

Hey, there's no milk for the baby.

I told you...

Love...

- I'm in pyjamas. - Unbelievable!

- By the way, get the paper. - You make coffee, then.

At your command, ma'am!

Bye, my love.

Bye, my love.

You'll see.

We'll make such a huge sand castle,

that we'll fit.

Daddy, Mummy, and Miren inside.

Yes?

Yeah.

Daddy and Miren.

Right, my angel?

Bye, Mummy.

Bye, Mummy.

Bye-bye.

Bye, my love.

FIND FRIENDS

Miren wants to be friends.

Oh, shit.

I thought you'd left me.

What are you doing here? I didn't know you'd be here.

You didn't answer my calls all day.

I just saw your messages now.

And no welcome back kiss?

So, why are you acting the victim?

If it's about that mobile, I'm going to be pissed.

I don't have any interest in that girl.

You're my wife. I want a child with you.

Think I'd risk that for some stupid girl?

- Not for her, nor anyone else. - You're hurting me, Lluís.

Sorry.

No, don't say sorry. I'm sorry.

I brought you something.

It's not from Morocco, but I couldn't resist.

Do you like it? I want to fix it up myself.

- We saw it in the window, remember? - Yeah.

Have you done the test?

That's why I called. To tell you the results.

I'm going to the bathroom. I think it's my period.

- We had a great time. - We must do it again.

Yes, but next time at our house.

- See you in Madrid. - I hope so!

- For sure. - I'll walk you to the lift.

- Bye. - Bye. Bye.

Have you gone mad? "Imagine if they found out he had foreign accounts?"

What were you playing at?

- Now you see what I'm capable of. - What are you talking about?

37 years of marriage can't end just like that,

because it suits you.

Lots of marriages have problems. They work them out.

We are not splitting up, my love.

You say it's for me,

but I'm telling you now: For me, there's no need.

I was OK with this shitty life.

What hurts me is seeing you as cowardly as always.

You can't even look me in the face and say:

"It's not that I can't stand living with you,

I love another woman."

It'd be too much to ask of someone who married me...

out of guilt.

Someone who cares more about others' opinions than his own life.

Well, sorry, my love. We'll not split up. We'll fight.

We'll overcome these problems together.

As we always have. As so many couples do.

So, yes. We carry on, but some things can't go on.

First, you tell this woman you can't see her again.

It's over.

And you start treating me differently.

With respect, affection, even if it is feigned.

You will laugh at my jokes, you'll come to all my concerts

and always take me with you like you used to.

I will be an exemplary wife,

and you'll support me through good and bad times.

And everyone will say: "Oh! Judge Cases! So honest, devoted.

How he loves his crippled wife".

And when I ask, you'll make love to me,

like you used to.

I will be your doll again.

Remember, Fermí?

Your little doll.

And this woman...

Magda, is it?

This Magda, one day, will be just...

a memory, a passing thing.

An accident.

You've gone mad.

You'll do it, because you're a coward

and you've never had the balls to do anything else.

And if you don't,

I will air all your dirty laundry.

The account in Andorra, private trips on expenses,

some financial irregularities

which, though not illegal, would look really bad

for a member of the High Council of the Judiciary.

And if that's not enough,

I can tell everyone what happened that night 37 years ago.

Do you remember, Fermí?

I do.

Every day of my life.

As if it were yesterday.

So stop looking at me like that.

I will always be by your side, my love. Forever.

Until death do us part.

As you wish.

- I'm aware there is more. - Of course.

What happened to that woman you loved?

- She left. - You think about it every day?

Every day.

No need to be a doctor to know how this ends.

Not one burst. Your daughter didn't overdose.

I remember the steering wheel turned suddenly,

and the car went off a cliff.

None of the criminals that I sent to prison

would have served a sentence as long

as I have served.

And it's still not over.

Your uncle is not as nice as he seems.

Ever wondered if we're up to our tasks?

Think you're going to Tangier? Think again.

I am not paranoid!

You've been following me for 2 days. What do you want?