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Witness 17 is Román Palacios.

He had documentation, and he wanted to testify.

I'll only ask you to take care of strictly confidential deals.

Do you like paintings?

I have smaller ones in my studio. I can show you if you want.

You don't know how these people work. They can do what they want.

I was looking for the parents of Kevin Álvarez.

- I found the mother. - Kevin was very handsome.

- They took him. - Who took him?

- Is he going to a communal grave? - No, someone has taken this over.

Really? Who?

He was my son.

Mr Palacios took an antacid.

I think someone about to commit suicide

isn't worried about indigestion.

I decided to continue the investigation by creating a new team.

That's why you're here.

Hello.

Do you know who I am?

Do you know who I am?

- I'm Víctor. - I'm Víctor...

- Don't you remember me? - Don't you remember me?

I know they came to...

- do some tests. - Some tests, yes. Tests.

The body they found is Kevin's.

- Kevin. - Our Kevin.

I had him buried.

There was a funeral...

with a priest...

and his photo.

- Photo. - And with music.

- They're scared. - What?

The kids, Kevin. They're scared.

- He's at peace now. - Where?

He's buried in the cemetery.

In the cemetery.

In the cemetery...

In a cemetery.

Rossy.

In a cemetery he'll be scared, Víctor!

- He'll be scared! - Rossy!

Where are you going, Rosalía?

To pray. I'm going to pray.

Rosalía?

Rosalía?

Hello?

Speaking.

Rossy?

How?

No, no. I'm on my way.

Bye.

NIGHT AND DAY

GAMES

I'm Dr Molina. My sympathies.

Sorry to bother you,

but we have the belongings of Mrs Álvarez, Rosalía...

and we thought you may want to have them.

I just want to say that Rosalía was a very special patient

for both the staff and the rest of the patients.

Sir, are you all right?

The events took place 25 years ago.

You don't give a shit what happened to Kevin, do you?

No, sir. The case has passed the statute of limitations.

How the fuck can that happen with the murder of a child?

What's wrong with her? Doesn't she trust us or what?

There's nothing I can do.

They've got it now.

Operation Gangrena. Irregular divestitures, fraudulent grants,

money laundering, bribes, insider trading.

Sorry, I'm late.

In short, a large scale corruption case

with political and financial ramifications.

The proceedings carried out by Vallejo point to.

Martí Miró being the brains behind an organised network which,

along with advice from law firm Martínez-Ferri,

controls various companies concealing illegal payments,

and, ultimately, finances the Party.

OK. Judge Vallejo did great work, but now we've lost his primary witness.

So, it's going to be very hard to get documented evidence.

- Starsky. - We follow the money.

Determine the path of funds through the corporate network

to connect the deposits with the signing of agreements and grants.

Where do we begin?

First, we have to go over the whole case.

I want to close it before the end of the year.

Guys, you know this means if you have family or a partner,

you can say goodbye to them for a while.

When you talk to the bank manager in Zurich,

tell him that it's possible he'll receive a court injunction.

- But that our lawyers... - Martí.

Sorry.

- What time is your flight? - Tomorrow morning at 10.

Do you want me to take you?

That's not necessary. I'll stay at Damià's studio.

- Are you going together? - No.

- And why not? - I have things to do.

I have a meeting with Dr Kreutzer.

- Again? - It's just a few touch-ups.

You'll be away all week...

Dr Grau will be upset you're not here.

- He's always liked you. - You think so?

It's 5 years past the statute of limitations.

What do I do? Just go home and forget it?

Víctor, I don't know how to help you.

You can tell me where they found the body.

I can't tell you...

In a cave near Masquefa, but I don't know which. I'll have to look.

I want you to tell me how he died.

He had a wound the size of a coin in his skull.

We thought it was a bullet,

but there's no exit wound and no projectile.

We thought that maybe they used some kind of hammer or...

I've been sober since 13th May 2006.

If I think of who I was 25 years ago,

it's as if I were another person.

Expectations are growing for the Champions League final

that Barcelona will play tonight at Wembley.

The day Kevin left,

I was sure, I mean convinced, I had two beers in the fridge.

Why aren't there any fucking beers? Answer me, shithead!

Where are the beers?

And he left.

When Rossy got home, I told her and she was hysterical, saying:

"Go and fucking find him!"

And I said, "You go. Barcelona's playing."

After the first half I was so fed up with Rossy.

I said, "Calm down. I'll go and find him. Don't worry."

I passed by a Galician bar and saw extra time had started,

and I thought, "I'll just have one beer".

I guess I was scared to go back home.

I was ashamed to tell Rossy that...

I hadn't found him.

I got home really late. Rossy was frantic.

I told her, "Relax, he'll come back. He always does."

But he didn't come back.

It's been hours!

The authorities showed up and saw how we were living.

They started asking questions

and found some blood stains on my trainers.

Of course, it was Kevin's blood.

Then everything got twisted around.

They took me to a plot in Montbau that was my granddad's.

I had some tomato vines and a few marijuana plants.

They found some bones...

from a cat I killed, burned and buried. It was eating my plants.

And the fucking forensic guy said they could be human remains.

The judge ordered them to take me away.

It took them 6 months to prove they were cat bones.

When I got out, Rossy was a mess and had been admitted.

The boy hadn't come back, nobody was looking,

and I was alone. So I enlisted in the army.

In Iraq, you know what happened with Ramos...

I thought this was all behind me.

I had always hoped that I would find my son, you know?

Now they have found him, but nobody will do anything.

Nobody will do anything, and I don't now where to start.

Economist, lawyer, computer scientist...

- You can't have a girlfriend. - Because you don't want me.

You'd have a tough time with me, chum.

I was just testing you.

- Can I ask you something? - Starsky and Hutch from the '70s.

I'm the spit of Starsky, the dark-haired one.

Sure. You wish!

- Can I ask you something? - Yes.

I'm a lesbian, and I have a partner.

Relax, I'm not bothered about all that.

What the hell is up with you and our colleague?

- What do you mean? - You were Homicide partners.

And now you don't even look at each other.

- 9000. - Something happened there...

Mayday, mayday! Sònia, I've not heard from you in a while. Are you OK?

Stop it! It's between us.

OK. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine.

Hey, hey. Just a sec. Does Granell ring a bell?

Didn't he win a public contract?

- What did you find? - No, a reference that...

A few months ago they tapped the phone of one Pernal,

the manager of a Consortium. Let's see if I can find the tape.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Sònia, do you have a minute?

Assuming we found him, or if he were to confess,

we couldn't even make his identity public.

It's against the law.

- Fucking hell! It was a kid! - We're aware it's different...

You're "aware"?

Rossy hung herself at the psychiatric ward.

Kevin was raped and murdered.

And whoever did it has the right to keep their name private?

We don't make the laws, nor do we have the resources to do anything.

Well, if you're not going to do anything, somebody has to.

Víctor! Hey!

I'm sorry. He just wanted to talk to someone...

It's crap, but we can't do anything.

Back in '92 missing persons cases weren't handled by the Police.

- So who handled them? - The Civil Guard.

So this guy was a friend of Marc Ramos?

They served together in Iraq. He brought in the video, yes.

Boxer, ex-soldier, and friend of Ramos.

This guy is the whole package.

Look, he seems like a good guy and he's desperate, Aitor.

Yeah. And if you find the culprit, then what?

We'll tell the police.

Sara, it's beyond the statute of limitations.

Well, we'll make it public.

- In the press? - Yes.

Sorry, but it seems that it bothers you that I'm helping him.

I'm just saying that you shouldn't get so involved. That's all.

Come on, shall we eat and go to the cinema?

Love, why don't you look up a good film?

I don't understand how a case like this has a statute of limitations.

Look, Miren.

The abuse of minors is horrible. But the statute of limitations exists

because of the difficulty of finding exculpatory evidence,

because too much time has passed.

Yes, but to rape and kill a child seems a bit...

I don't understand why this isn't prosecutable for life.

Also, Dad, you said once that kids who suffer abuse normally hide the facts.

This is different.

Then, when they grow up, the trauma prevents them from talking about it.

A crime like this shouldn't have a statute of limitations.

Am I right or not, Sara?

Sara?

What?

- How was your fight? - Perfect.

- Where do you want me to drop you? - In La Floresta.

I requested they air out the house. It's been closed for too long.

Ah, I forgot. The conference will be tomorrow afternoon.

Wonderful.

- Is it OK if we pass by the hospital? - Now?

I want to introduce you to somebody.

Also, since you're here I thought that you would want to remember...

old times.

I see you haven't changed.

- How long has it been? - 6 or 7 years.

You look the same.

- How is Joana? - She's sorry she couldn't see you.

You'll have to settle for this old fogey.

How many years have you been together?

Joana and I? 23.

You must tell me the secret.

We accept each other for who we are.

- How long will you be in Zurich? - A week. It depends.

- You don't want me to accompany you? - It's a business trip.

Are you sure? Don't lie to me.

I love it when you pretend to be jealous.

Stop it. I'll miss my flight.

Behave yourself.

You too.

- Hello? - Carmen?

Yes.

Remember I told you that I had more works in my studio?

I wanted to know if...

- I'd like to show them to you. - I don't know.

When?

This afternoon? I don't think I can. I'm really busy.

Hold on, let me have a look.

It's possible after 6pm.

See you later.

Alícia, cancel my meeting this evening.

She has a tumour in the sella turcica.

That, associated with a number of problems with clotting,

has made it difficult to plan surgery.

- How old is she? - 9.

At Johns Hopkins we tried a technique with good results in similar cases.

- A transfer is impossible. - Maybe Dr Grau could...

- Operate here? - Why not?

The Porta-Miró Foundation could cover the costs.

Dr Grau, for us to have experience with that technique would be...

Her life is at stake.

I'm sure Dr Grau understands the importance of his involvement.

On one condition: With the help of Dr Valls and his medical team.

- Thanks. - Cheers.

- What does it mean? - Nothing.

It's iron.

I'm working with raw materials like iron, clay.

Clay is the most basic.

We're made of clay. The Bible says.

- Are you a believer? - Depends in what.

- Are you in a rush? - No.

- Then take your clothes off. - Pardon?

I want to draw you.

You think I'll strip off at the drop of a hat?

Good evening.

Thank you.

- How long has Joana been your...? - Dealer?

Almost 7 years.

- Are you cold? - A little.

How did you meet?

I sold drawings around bars in Cadaqués.

I saw her on a terrace.

I did a portrait without her permission and gave it to her.

How lucky, no?

I mean, that gesture changed your life.

Yes, I suppose I should be grateful to her.

There aren't many painters who sell like you.

I'm a nice ornament... I suppose.

- And you? - What about me?

Why are you a lawyer?

- For my father. - Also a lawyer?

He was a truck driver.

He's retired now.

He's an old school fighter.

A lifelong communist.

He wanted a kid who'd defend the oppressed,

a kind of lawyer for the poor.

- And you listened to him. - I was 17. It sounded good.

Are you finished?

The light.

You'll have to come back another day.

There's an enormous gap

between Camps' commercial value and his standing as an artist.

Why? Same as always.

Jealousy, vested interests and an insufferable provincial attitude.

What are you getting at?

But if we can't appreciate what we have right at home,

perhaps someone else will value an artist like Camps.

What can I do for you, Joana?

- I want Camps to show in Zurich. - Here?

- Of course. Why not? - And then in Paris.

And then maybe in Berlin.

I want visibility, Darío, and good reviews.

I suppose you're aware that such gestures

require certain...

- How was your dinner? - Excellent, Didier.

Thank you, madam.

What are you doing, Joana? Let me get this, please.

Thank you, Darío.

What's that?

They won't bring the furniture until Monday or Tuesday,

I found this on the street and I thought...

Pallets are really in style now.

What's wrong, love?

You mean to sleep on wood found on the street.

It's new. It's so we don't have to wait until Monday.

Your sister called.

Your dad's birthday. She asked if we're going, and I said yes.

You could have asked first.

Come on, it's your dad's birthday. How old will he be, 66?

Pepe's a great guy. Come on, babes...

- Can you stop that? - What?

Calling me "babes".

Sorry, madam.

Miss high executive of a big company.

Hey! Have you looked at your hands?

- What the hell is wrong? - Nothing, you got my dress dirty.

When you left I got to thinking, and...

Anyway, I called the Civil Guard

and asked for the case file on Kevin Álvarez.

- And? - They lost it.

- How can you lose a case file? - My dear...

Then I asked who handled the case.

A sergeant.

Fidel Martín.

- Where is he stationed? - Nowhere. He's retired.

And you got his address.

Thanks.

One with no head...

and some peanuts.

Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?

This foosball table is shit.

If you don't like it, go somewhere else. Go.

You too. Go on, out.

- Go. - Don't touch me.

Don't touch me, don't touch me. Get the fuck out!

- Excuse me, Mr Fidel Martín? - Who's asking?

- They said we could find him here. - Oh, really?

Is it you, sir?

If you're after money, you can get the hell out.

Kevin Álvarez.

- Kevin? - They found his body.

- What? - Don't you read the paper?

I don't even watch TV. Who the fuck are you?

You don't remember me?

Because I remember you.

You're the kid's father.

It was just before the '92 Olympics,

and in Barcelona a kid who plays basketball disappears.

For weeks, that was all anyone talked about.

We got a ton of calls with false leads.

But when we found out that his father - you, sir - had prior,

you became the prime suspect.

The judge and the authorities were in a rush to close the case.

But... I didn't...

I wasn't sure. The father angle didn't convince me.

On top of that, a guy who worked at a petrol station

called saying he had seen a kid who looked like Kevin with a man

the day after he disappeared.

But before I could talk to him, they told me the news.

What news?

My wife was from La Seu.

We had been requesting a transfer for years.

All of a sudden, we got it.

They put you off the case.

I asked to finish the investigation,

but they were satisfied with who they'd got.

- What was his name? - Who?

The petrol station worker.

I must have it written down in a notebook.

But I'd have to look for it.

Fuck...

Yes. A bit of a fever.

No, no. Make him a bit of white rice.

Yes, call me when the doctor arrives. All right.

Thanks, bye.

Sorry, guys. My son's got tonsillitis.

- Continue. - We found a connection

between a tender and some recordings authorised by Vallejo.

That's Carles Granell, a public works contractor with PROMESA,

a firm linked to privatisation deals.

He was talking to Josep Pernal of the Department of Health.

They mention Marta Vidal, the staff member who had to submit the report

on awarding the works contract for a PHC.

- All right. What does she want? - Nothing, that's the problem.

- What's wrong with this woman? - She claims she's honest.

- Stupid bitch. - I'll speak to her.

But this has to be resolved before...

- Yes, I'll tell him to go easy. - Easy?

What you should do is lean on her fucking hard.

That's January 6th. And 8 days later...

Yes?

- Nothing, just that it's... - OK.

I leaned on her fucking hard and now it's running smoothly.

I'll send you someone and if you need to, you can talk.

- Yes, what we agreed on, right? - Yes, of course. As always.

I never thought we'd work together again.

- I didn't ask for it. - Me neither.

- Fuck it. - What?

Nothing.

- Listen.. - Look.

You said you'd buy the shoes.

They're your fucking kids!

I'll go.

You always do this! So? So?

- Marta Vidal? - Yes.

I'd like to speak with you.

Please, come with me a minute.

I told him, "I don't want to meet you because we have nothing to say".

But he said it was for something else. He said, "Let's get a coffee".

But he started talking about the tender.

I told him when I evaluate works I don't talk to contractors.

Then he took out an Excel,

which was obviously a confidential internal document.

How would he have had the internal evaluation?

He told me a good friend gave it to him...

and that the evaluation I did of his offer wasn't acceptable.

He even had an evaluation he'd done at home

in case I wanted to copy it.

I told him again we couldn't talk about it.

Then... he got mad.

He said he knew a lot of people and he could destroy my career.

I started getting calls from my boss saying:

"The contractor's a friend."

"How could you do the evaluation without consulting me?"

"You're doing your own thing. You didn't do what I told you".

The person who was in my position before me

was fired for refusing to sign a report and...

And they changed the evaluation.

I'm divorced. I have two kids.

I thought...

"If you don't do it, somebody else will."

Hold on, hold on. Say that again.

You'll make me dinner.

You'll put me to bed, and then you'll spoil me, will you?

Who could refuse that?

Great. See you soon. Bye.

Dr Joan Grau, one of the most renowned neurosurgeons in the world,

has returned to the country to participate in a series of lectures

on the public healthcare system,

organised by the Porta-Miró Foundation.

According to statements by Dr Grau,

the goal is to establish a system that benefits all of society

and is sustainable in the long term.

And to do that, some necessary reforms must be made

to ensure the model is sustainable. Dr Grau lauded the system...

We were reviewing the PROMESA situation.

After awarding the contract,

they made deposits to another company for consultancy services.

The other company is Solaris,

which is made up of a number of firms.

- I have the documentation here. - The thing is, since a few weeks ago,

it has a sole administrator: Carmen Garcia Bofarull.

Ring a bell?

Carmen Garcia? No.

No.

Marc Ramos' lawyer.

The Granny Killer.

Happy Birthday.

You didn't have to, love. Thanks.

I have the receipt, if you want to change it.

Not at all.

Here's mine.

Ours.

- A watch? - Yes.

You don't like it.

No, yes, yes. Of course. It's just that I have one...

and anyway, this must have cost a fortune.

Your pill.

- What did the doctors say? - Nothing.

I'm in a mess.

That new car of yours, where did it come from?

My company gave it to me

since I spend all day going all over the place.

That's for sure. I barely catch a glimpse of her.

Don't exaggerate.

I still don't really understand what you do.

I told you. I manage some companies.

- What do these companies make? - They don't make anything, actually.

We advise other companies and facilitate processes.

Facilitate processes?

For example, in a public works project.

We advise companies that want to respond to calls for tender.

But... your boss is a politician. Can he advise companies?

Well, actually he doesn't do it, no.

So the same people involved in the public sector also benefit.

No. It's not quite like that.

Well, explain it to me so I can understand.

For example, with the crisis, hospital management needs to be optimised.

Some services have to be outsourced to cut costs.

Like laundry or catering. Or the management of the hospitals.

Then bids are submitted

and the company making the best offer wins,

and that way we save public resources.

Yeah, yeah.

Yes, I know this tune.

It starts like this and ends up costing 5 euros

to spend the night beside your sick family member.

Sometimes it's understandable that...

- What the hell is understandable? - Come on, let's change the subject.

We're talking about people, Carmen,

not numbers!

This Miró. I bet he's involved in every deal...

And now my daughter is working for him.

Enough.

I'll go and get the cake.

It's these people's fault that things are the way they are.

- Oh, really? How are they? - I'd best keep quiet.

No, tell me.

Tell me.

The other day I went to emergency.

I had to spend the night in a hallway because they had closed a floor.

- And that's the reason why you... - I need to have open heart surgery.

Do you know when? In 7 months.

The waiting list stretches to Plaça d'Espanya.

Dad, if that's the problem, we can go private.

No bloody way!

Don't be stubborn. We have contacts with hospitals...

Bugger going private!

I worked like a dog my whole life

and paid my taxes so that, now that I need an operation,

I can do it on the health system. As it should be!

Things don't work like that Carmen.

I have a problem, I can solve it, and everyone else can sod off.

You can't make healthcare a business, nor education...

Don't start on your rubbish.

Rubbish? Rubbish? That's lovely.

Here. Take your goddamn watch. I don't want it.

- But Manolo, it's a... - I don't want it!

I have the one my wife gave me when we got married. Your mother.

- Let's go, Pol. - Come on.

Go, go. Take your fancy car and get out,

but you know I'm right.

- Pol, are you coming or staying? - I'm coming.

Happy birthday

...theoretical discipline, the current theoretical ideologies,

explaining health in human groups,

social action, and its fields of activity, as well as public matters,

or the collective evidence of healthcare are terms synonymous

with explaining healthcare and human groups.

Meanwhile, around the world, the ill or disabled

have the lowest incomes.

So, maintaining public healthcare...

is an essential good

for facilitating economic growth,

something that not all governments understand.

To summarise,

there's a direct relationship between better public healthcare

and more economic development.

Specifically, this refers to...

fields of activity such as the management of state medical services,

the management of public healthcare policies

and an organised social response.

Thank you very much.

Honestly, your dad went a little overboard.

The whole blue-collar righteousness thing is a bit la-di-da.

- But you also... - I what?

- No. Nothing. - No, no. Tell me. I did what?

If you know the guy is sensitive, don't argue with him about everything.

So, he treats me like shit and I have to agree with him.

No, I didn't say that.

But who is he to think he can treat me like that?

All right, he got screwed over all his life and sacrificed for us.

So he should be happy that things are going well for me.

If I were a guy. Oh, if I were a guy! Everything would be fucking great.

But no, his daughter can't make a good salary.

She has to defend the hungry poor. Or be a hairdresser like my sister.

And with some working class pride. No, sir!

- Class pride? What are you saying? - My father is a pain.

He still believes in the proletarian revolution and all that crap.

He doesn't want my help? Great.

Let him go on the national health, which I also pay for with my taxes.

- Babes, don't start on... - Babes, babes, babes...

You're just like him.

You could have been a doctor, but no, an autopsy technician.

So, now you're attacking me? Also, what's wrong with that?

- I like my job. - Gutting corpses. How exciting.

- At least my job is useful. - What are you suggesting?

That your father's right. There are people who work hard,

who serve coffee, fix motorcycles, who save lives.

Then there are those like you, on commission for who knows what,

who live like fucking royalty.

Get out.

- Are you joking? - I said get out.

- What do you mean? - Get out of the fucking car!

You're off your nut!

- Hey, have you spoken with Miren? - No.

Did you know she wants to study psychology?

I won't deny it makes me happy but I don't know. Anyway.

- Are you OK? - Yes, I'm fine.

- Yes? You seem quiet. - Yes.

Sorry.

Hello?

Hello, Sara.

Sara?

Yes.

I didn't expect to see you.

I...

It was a mistake.

I have to go.

I don't believe you. If you didn't want to see me, why did you come?

Look, think what you want, but we'll never see each other again.

And don't ever call me again. You hear me? Never again.

Who were you talking to?

A person.

A person.

Nobody.

- Why were you talking so quietly? - What is this, an interrogation?

- What's wrong? - Nothing at all.

- I'm just asking. - And I answered.

I thought we could tell each other everything.

- That we trusted one another. - Well, no.

Not everything.

- Sorry, I had to make a call. - Don't worry.

So, what do you think of the proposal?

Run a world renowned paediatric hospital here in Catalonia?

- It sounds great. And the funding? - It'll be a state assisted centre.

Big companies in the sector want to participate in the project.

The rest will be provided by state administrations.

And if it is run by someone with your reputation,

I don't know what arguments they could have against it.

Gentlemen, I'll be taking care of you. Joana won't be joining us tonight?

Poor thing, she had to take some money to Switzerland.

Excellent. Have you gentlemen decided?

Yes, I know what I want.

Thank you.

Sara...

If you didn't want to see me, why did you come?

I didn't expect to see you.

Fuck...

- How are you? - Same as always, Marina.

The same as always.

You sound weird. Did something happen?

Not to me. Nothing happened.

Do you like talking on the phone? Well, I don't.

Don't get mad.

- My mother can walk a bit now. - Yeah?

- She asked about you. - Give her a kiss from me.

- I love you. - And I you.

- Bye. - Bye.

Fuck...

Playing chess is like telling a story.

It's OK.

Stop thinking about what you got and ask what you want.

It can take months, years...

but sooner or later we end up catching them.

At this stage in the game,

the King receives his first serious threat.

- Holy shit! - Fuck!