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At one time, you'd have taken me to Mallorca.

Yes, but this is not then. Now, I want out.

You pay, they'll do it. And not for that much.

- For 20,000, I'd do it myself. - So do it.

When they pay you, we'll get some nice clothes.

OK.

Every country has its customs and...

they feel awkward dealing with a woman.

- Can I kiss you? - If you want. I won't run.

We'll play. But don't cry if I bust your balls.

Some people pretend to be sick for the attention.

I wouldn't want someone with me out of pity.

You choose: Her or me.

Her.

He can leave. I'll sign the papers. I'll manage.

Who are you? Why are you here?

I fucked you once. I'll do it again.

But with less affection.

Auntie...

DONE

DELETE

Bloody hell!

Good evening.

- Judge, they're waiting for you. - All right.

She was found around 4am.

Judge Cases is in Mallorca at a conference.

Fàtima was supposed to stay with her.

At the last minute, she went to a gig.

What have we got?

No sign of forced entry or fingerprints, yet.

It all points to our old friend.

Sara...

Judge.

- You know who she is, right? - Of course.

Did he do it?

Apparent suffocation. Like all the other victims.

The bag and the ties look the same.

And the positioning identical.

Have you told Judge Cases?

Yes?

Yes, I was asleep...

What?

No, no... No, no, no!

I'll get the first plane.

What's happened?

NIGHT AND DAY

ANATOMY OF A CRIME

Sure you don't want me to come?

No. Better not.

- Call me when you get there. - All right.

I hope so. See you.

Must have been after midnight when...

- When I left. - Did you see anything suspicious?

I don't know...

I know it's hard, but try to remember.

Anything that caught your eye, no matter how trivial.

There was a man walking a dog...

It was a neighbour. I had seen him before. I don't...

Anything else?

A woman jogging.

I crossed paths with a guy...

who, I don't know... was waiting for someone.

Seen him before?

He wore a tracksuit.

- A tracksuit? - Yes.

Did he look like this?

I don't know.

The tracksuit might have been a Barça one.

The old ones, green...

Can you describe the man you saw?

Did you notice any physical traits?

He wore a hood.

Did you see his face?

I don't know. I don't know, Sònia.

I don't...

It was very dark... I was late for the concert.

I don't know.

I can't describe him.

You're telling me he deliberately chose the judge's wife?

Probably.

It's a message:

He feels secure, he wants to act again.

He's showing his strength.

When we have the autopsy report, I want a security board meeting.

And then we add the vinegar.

Let it simmer for a bit.

One minute.

Then add the duck stock.

You can use duck or chicken.

- Hey. - Can you talk?

Yes, sure.

I don't know what time I'll finish.

Nor me. I'm tied up with things. Bueno is a pain.

What's that noise?

I'm at a client's house. I'm visiting a client at home.

- Can't talk now, Sara. - OK, see you later.

- OK, bye. - See you.

Morning. Registered post for Lluís Forés.

- Is that you? - Yes, thanks.

You need to sign.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Good day. - Bye.

The dismissal hearing is planned for next...

Bastards!

- Where is she? - They're going in.

- I want to see her. - Autopsy first.

I want to see what he's done.

- But the procedure... - Fuck procedure!

Open it.

It's all my fault.

- If I hadn't gone to that concert... - No, Fàtima, no.

- If I'd stayed with her... - You'd be dead too!

Fàtima, Fàtima...

Promise me...

Promise you'll catch the swine who did it.

- Promise! - I promise, I promise.

Mosquito repellent?

Teacher said there are loads. And crabs too.

Is there crab repellent?

Crabs don't sting, they only pinch.

Come on. We'll finish packing later, OK?

Go on.

Hi!

- So much excitement! - Yes.

Mine is obsessed with things that sting.

Don't know what they told them about the Ebro Delta.

3 days without kids! Got any plans?

Not given it a thought.

I've not seen a film in ages that wasn't superhero stuff.

Or even a play.

I was still with my ex last time I saw a play.

I'm not much of a culture vulture.

No?

What do you like doing when you aren't saving lives?

- Run. - I love it.

We could go jogging together.

Yeah, let's do that...

some day.

I've got to go. I forgot to buy something.

Which way are you going?

- That way. - Me too.

60-year-old female.

Height: 165 centimetres. Weight: 53 kilos.

Nutrition and hygene appear adequate.

All personal belongings removed,

except a wedding ring, on the fourth finger, left hand.

Before removing the bag, we can ascertain no marks:

No scars, no piercings, or tattoos.

Face is damp, lingual protrusion and blueish lips.

Wrists are grazed, consistent with plastic ties.

Bruises on her arm...

Both arms.

She saw it coming and defended herself.

- Two nails broken, left hand. - Three on the right.

She fought back.

There's organic matter under her index finger.

Looks like skin. From the killer.

She probably scratched him.

Pol, send this to the lab for urgent DNA tests.

So you heard nothing at all?

You may go now.

I'm sorry.

I can't. I'll wait here.

I'll come.

We think she opened the door with the remote.

However, the time of the crime and why she let him in...

is puzzling.

Noticed anything strange in the area lately?

Or around the courts?

- Have I been followed? - Think about it.

Any detail is relevant.

I don't think so.

- Take what you need. - Thanks.

How long will this last?

You can sleep here tomorrow. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Morning.

Good morning.

You OK?

Well, not really.

Bad news from Barcelona.

A death.

I'm sorry. A relative?

My friend's. He had to leave first thing.

Why didn't you go with him?

His wife died.

Thought it best I stay.

I tried to call three times, but no answer.

Now I don't know what to do...

I was planning to visit an artist friend.

Want to come? I'll take you the airport later.

I wouldn't be good company.

What will you do here alone?

No bruises on the legs, nor violence in the pelvic area.

She was probably immobilised before penetration.

Something's broken here...

near the knuckle, fourth finger.

Looks like there was a ring.

There was no ring with her belongings,

except the wedding ring we couldn't remove.

There is another broken bit here, same marks.

Likely he tried to remove the wedding ring, couldn't,

and took the other one.

The Russian did this?

He went bananas, wanted all the money.

The client won't pay till next week.

- Keep an eye on him. - He'll pay up.

I mean the Russian.

I have a friend who went with one to a shit hot flat,

when they're done, he whips out a gun and left without paying.

These guys flash guns without blinking.

- Lucky he didn't shoot you. - Bah!

A couple of thumps is all.

- Got yours at least? - Yeah.

Fuck! It stings!

- That's a good sign. - Yeah, but it hurts.

Let's see...

This one also hurts...

Really?

Yes, yes... and here too.

And here.

Jesus...

I'll fix that later.

Got to do the washing now and dash off.

- I have a client at 6pm. - Bugger...

- Anything for the washing? - Yeah.

Ignasi!

Felip! What a surprise!

Jesus, man! Long time!

2 years maybe?

4... 4 years.

Time flies.

You're in good company.

Magda, Ignasi. He's mad, but a good bloke.

Pleased to meet you.

You caught me working.

Solid. Has it got a title?

"Shag number 23".

Something wrong?

No, no. There's a funny smell.

- I don't know... - It's shit.

Pardon?

Shit. I work with dung.

Goat and goose. 60-40.

What do you think?

Uh... I don't know.

I'm no expert.

Say whatever crosses your mind.

I haven't a clue.

From the title, I'd say sex and basic needs are linked.

Like eating and... shitting.

Hey man, where did you find her?

If you like, I can do a bust of...

- Magda. - Magda.

But a bust with shit. I'm not so sure...

That's... the model.

She was working all evening,

and since she lives at a whore's...

Living at a whore's means really far away.

Let's crack open a bottle of wine!

Of course. Let's!

You first.

This guy really used to score.

When he was young, he got all the girls with his bohemian look.

Magda's just a friend.

Whatever you say, man.

Just saying, in case...

Anyway, don't get too excited.

Read any of his books?

From when he was a proper writer.

Now he just does crap for money.

I haven't, but I'd like to.

"Dead Waters".

My first book.

A dark murky story.

The outpouring of a sick mind like his.

Huh, thanks.

That looks good.

Not too bad.

No, I haven't for years.

- I might get sick. - Sick? Nah! It's from my garden!

Go on.

What if she knew him?

That would explain why she let him in.

The ties and bag are the same as used on other victims.

- What's her carer's name? - Melvin Caicedo.

What do we know about him?

He was at a family birthday party. We've checked it.

...wife of Fermí Cases,

the magistrate dealing with the case of the Granny Killer,

a serial killer responsible for five murders in Barcelona

and one in Viladecans.

According to our sources, the circumstances suggest

this is the seventh victim of the so-called Granny Killer.

Psychiatrist and criminologist Dr Joan Giralta is with us today.

Sure you don't want warmer pyjamas?

He's killed another granny.

I don't want it to happen to you.

Don't be silly, I'll be fine. You know why?

Because Dad is strong. He'll protect you.

Right, Dad?

...must be someone with grave mental issues.

The fact the victims are old women

makes me think he had a difficult childhood.

Suffered abuse from his parents. His mother in particular.

Turn that off. The boy is upset.

I don't want to put you out, Fàtima.

There's a hotel...

Don't be silly.

Did the Funeral directors ring?

Yes. I'm going to see them tomorrow morning.

I'll go with you.

Yes?

Hi, sorry.

Yes, I've been busy.

I'm at my niece's flat.

The police have sealed the house.

- How are you? - I'm OK.

Still at Palma airport.

Magda, I am sorry.

But if someone had seen us together, they might have thought...

Know what I mean?

Yes, of course.

Right.

- Did you get bored? - I must go.

Last call! I've got to board.

I'll let you know later. Bye.

DEAD WATERS

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SMILE

Bye, darling!

Bye, Adrià!

All the parents are having dinner tonight

to celebrate our freedom.

- Coming? - To talk about kids all evening?

Got a better plan?

I think I'll stay home. Got things to do.

Ring if you change your mind.

I'm not keen on dinner with that lot either.

Mercè was a warrior.

I always admired her strength. How she coped with adversity.

She knew how to be loved.

My consolation is she has left good memories

in all of you who knew her.

Today, if she'd been able to make

a last request,

I'm sure she'd have liked to leave

with a piece of music she was so fond of,

sharing it with all of you, who loved her.

Sorry to bother you at such a painful time,

but we need to ask you a few questions.

- If you'd prefer another time? - No, no. What is it?

The other day, when you were getting stuff at the flat,

I saw you open a jewellery box.

Some of your wife's things were in it.

- And? - Anything missing?

- No. - A ring, maybe?

A ring? No.

I...

We think the killer took a ring.

But we need to be sure.

The wedding ring is with your wife's belongings, so...

Now I'm unsure...

Did she wear another ring besides her wedding ring?

On the index finger of her right hand?

I'd say no...

It must be the one you gave her for your anniversary.

She wore it at home.

It was in an M shape.

- A very nice M. - Yes, perhaps... Yes.

We'd need a precise description.

Where you bought it and the receipt.

Right now?

No, but the killer will probably...

Uncle... are you OK? Do you want to sit down?

- Uncle! - Judge, are you all right sir?

Call an ambulance!

The weather will be complicated over the next few hours.

A cold front is moving in, leading to instability and...

I met Montse this afternoon. Roger's mother.

She told me you two might go out tonight.

I don't feel like it.

Are you going to be like this forever?

Like what?

Montse is pretty. And friendly.

Give her a call.

I won't.

She's dying for it.

It's going to rain. Not heard the news?

Wouldn't you like to be a family again?

- We are a family. - Adrià needs a mother.

To be by his side, not like that one...

You need a woman to look after you.

Like you looked after my dad?

Your father, rest in peace, was lucky to have me.

Yes, especially when he couldn't get out of bed and you kept...

inviting priests in.

- Thanks to me, he died in peace. - Yeah.

You believe that?

You know what?

- I'm off for a run. - You said it might rain.

...take special care as heavy rains are expected.

- Hello? - Hey, did I wake you up?

- Who's speaking? - Marc. Marc Ramos.

Sorry, I didn't recognise your voice.

Where are you?

Near your house.

I thought if it's not too late...

Want to come up for a drink?

Sure, won't be long.

OK then, see you.

- Marc? - Yes.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Come in. - I'm a bit wet.

That's all right.

Want a towel?

Like grapes?

A trick to cool the wine.

I wasn't expecting you.

Where can I leave it?

Give it to me. I'll slip into something comfy.

- Did you go to the dinner? - I left before coffee.

Good choice not going. It was awful. Pathetic.

Put some music on!

Soundtracks for a rainy day are on the left.

Is that OK?

Perfect!

It's an antique bust of Buddha.

When we split, I spent a month in India, sort of cleansing...

and my life changed.

Really?

In the West, we're obsessed with material things.

We've lost a lot of our spiritual potential.

In India, I learnt to tune my body to a higher energy.

I see.

Do you believe in anything?

Nope.

Nothing.

I don't believe that. Everybody believes in something.

It might not be God,

but I believe that all of this has a meaning.

Call it God, the universe, or whatever.

Done any constellations?

Constellations?

Have you ever felt that a particular life situation

keeps on repeating itself?

Something that, inevitably, you always end up doing...

You can't help it?

The constellations...

They help you identify that recurrence,

and resolve it, by moving energies...

to find peace within.

Sorry...

I'm real emotional. I get carried away.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Everything's OK, yes.

No, no, no.

Impossible.

No. It's late, I'm going to bed.

Yes, alone.

I'll call you.

Yes...

Come on. Bye.

An unwanted caller.

What's up?

What are you doing?

Shit, it's always left open.

The street's dark.

This bloody country! A bit of rain and everything grinds to a halt.

There's light in the courtyard.

And the building over the road has light.

Because, unlike us, they've got their own supply.

Hey, there's a guy here!

Poor sod, he got stuck.

Hey! You OK?

Hi there, my husband will call the fire brigade!

No need, thanks. It'll soon be fixed. Thanks.

- What's up? - Guy stuck in the lift.

The community president ought to have a key.

- A key for the lift? - Yes.

We'll be back.

- Are you coming as well? - Yes.

Don't worry! They've gone to get the lift key.

It must be unsettling being caged.

Were you hurt when the lift stopped?

Are you claustrophobic at all?

- Shit. She must be out. - No, she's in.

She opened up for some guy. He just left.

- It must be him in the lift. - Maybe.

He's stuck.

What do we do? Only the president has a key.

That's him.

It's odd Montse won't open the door.

I didn't hear her go out.

Her sister must have a key.

Let's ask?

Let's.

- Hello. - Good evening.

- Anything wrong? - Can we have the lift key?

Your sister's not home.

- What's up? - There's a bloke stuck in the lift.

Hold on.

Oriol, Montse's keys?

- On the marble. - Yes.

Hi.

Bye, darling.

Hello?

Montse?

Montse?

Montse...

Montse!

Montse!

It must have been the lift guy!

- He came out of her flat! - I'm calling the cops.

Do it!

- Go on! - Police, police!

Bastard!

Laia? Laia, what's going on?

Laia!

- What have you done? - What's up?

- Laia! - Bastard!

Laia, hey! Laia! What's up, what's up?

It's Montse... The guy in the lift's killed her!

- What? - The cops are coming!

No, no!

Block the exit!

Shit.

- Open the door you bastard! - Son of a bitch!

Quickly!

Hold on.

Going up!

Bastard!

Son of a bitch!

Are you OK?

You shit! I'll kill you!

Bugger!

Fucking swine!

- What have you done? - Think it's his?

It reminds me of the Granny Killer.

We've done the autopsy. It looks like the same guy.

And the footprint?

I compared it with the partial one from the serial killer.

- Same model, same size. - That dyke's taken over.

They've taken your phone. There must be a reason.

Leave it out!

- Do you want to marry me? - Are you kidding?

Her ex-husband is a rapist.

You have a moral obligation to report him.

- My son does bad things. - I'm listening.

Tomorrow at 8pm, here. I'll wait.

We'll get the bastard.

- Any scars on the face? - I saw a tattoo on his arm.

- In the end, she understood. - What?

She couldn't keep you.

And the ring. If he tries to nick it we'll get him.

So, killing ladies nowadays?

I'm scared I'll lose you.

Scared that one day you'll see through me.