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The Judge will charge you with corruption,

influence peddling and whatever else we can throw at you.

Help us and we'll help you.

Do you remember what you said?

That I just needed a good cock to cure me.

You have to get her out of your head.

- What was that? - Methadone.

Shall we go and get a beer?

My first love...? The great Dr Grau.

This man took advantage of you.

I am pathologically jealous.

You're the psychiatrist.

The point of the croissants is to say "I love you".

I'm trying.

I came here with croissants ready to try, but I don't know how.

Look, we both know this is over.

We've both spent 30 minutes trying to make the other one end this thing.

CONFIDENTIAL

- Don't worry about that... - I'm not worried.

Carmen, what are you doing here so late?

Oh my! Now I understand why nobody was here.

Don't you have a secretary?

Yes, but I'm doing the report on Sant Feliu.

I have to send it to Mr Miró first thing tomorrow.

Don't worry. He told me he'll be out all morning. Go on home.

If not, our friend Dausà will think we're exploiting you.

That's an order.

Yes, you're right. I'll pack up and go.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Good worker, this lass, right? - Yes. Miró is very happy with her.

- After you. - Thanks.

- Is this everything? - Everything I could get.

OK.

Very good.

Pink Floyd? What's this?

Reports, minutes... Documents from my computer.

Perfect.

- How long will this go on? - Till we get what we need.

Day after tomorrow. Same time.

Hey.

It'll all be fine.

Yes?

- Did I wake you? - No.

- What are you doing? - I was working.

Listen, we're coming back tomorrow.

I can't wait. It's been awful without you.

I can't stand this bitch any more.

NIGHT AND DAY

DOGS

No, Miren. I'm fine.

Honestly.

Of course we'll talk. Yes.

Yes. I know, pet.

Me too, OK?

All right. Talk soon.

- Good morning, Marta. - Good morning, Sara. He's busy.

Excuse me, Aitor.

Excuse me a minute. Do you need something?

- To talk to you. - Go on.

In private.

Look, talk to Marta because I've got a busy schedule.

So from now on, I have to make an appointment to talk to you?

Like everyone else.

- Aitor. - What?

Nothing.

Here you are.

Good. A bit tired.

No? That's a shame.

Yes, I'll see you tonight. Bye.

You're very quiet.

I didn't sleep well.

Joana.

What is it?

Although it was for work, this trip was good for us.

We needed it.

You know what? Drop him off first.

- Why? Where are you going? - I have a meeting.

Galán. I'm sorry.

- The flight was delayed. - I just got here.

- Would you like anything? Coffee? - No, thank you.

You have a beautiful garden. I don't have green fingers.

My terrace looks like a plant hospital.

- Do what I do. Hire someone. - So, what do you want?

I need you to follow someone.

- A man. - What do you want to know?

Where he goes, who he sees. Everything.

- He's your...? - He's my lover.

His name is Damià Camps.

I want to know who he's cheating on me with.

It's near the cave and the petrol station.

- And it has a basement. - A lot of farmhouses have basements.

Yes, but we found this there.

Ah, an Olympic Games T-shirt.

Like the one they gave to Àlex.

Yes. I don't know.

We can look at the registry to see who owns Can Boira,

but we have to be absolutely sure that we don't have the wrong farmhouse.

There's a way to find out.

Fuck. Again? What do you want now?

The Dark Side of the Moon.

The fans love that it's got "Money". You know?

I'm more into "Us and Them".

Last night I finished season 2 of House of Cards. Have you seen it?

Amazing. Ian Richardson.

It was 3am and I wasn't tired. You know what I do when that happens?

- Wank? - That too.

I think of a topic, like Pink Floyd, and I look stuff up online.

Yesterday I thought, what's Miró's background?

So I looked it up and freaked out. He was in prison under Franco.

He was part of an extreme leftist group that even attacked banks.

When Franco died, he joined PSUC.

They went nowhere, so he left for the Socialists.

A few years later he joined their competition until, finally,

he started his own party. Small, but...

vital for governing the country.

Like my mother said, "The same parsley goes in every sauce."

And then there's his wife.

A little older, but still she's not bad.

- If you like silicone... - Why not?

Look at this. Come on. Come here.

A list of companies:

Promann, AZexport, PlusMerc,

and some numbers for current accounts come up too.

Get comfortable, lass.

There's tons of this stuff.

Sorry, Joana. If I knew you were coming I would have rescheduled.

I just wanted to know how it's going.

Well, the Dausà project is basically finished.

And you, how was Paris?

In 2 months, we'll exhibit in Marais.

That's fantastic. Damià must be happy.

Don't count on it. Lately he's been a bit...

- Are you not well? - I'm just a little tired.

How old are you, Carmen? 28?

29. Almost 30.

What a tragedy...

Have you not thought about kids?

With what I have on my plate now...

Also, Pol and I aren't...

Don't tell me you... Sorry. Are you all right?

I'm fine. We argued a lot and the flat was the last straw.

- He left me. - He left you?

- It means there's someone else. - I don't think so.

There's always someone else.

I don't believe it.

Yes, of course. See you later.

It has to be this week.

You've been coming a lot lately. And always in a hurry.

Better for you, no?

How much?

20,000.

What will you do with all this money?

Buy myself a wine cellar and read until my head explodes.

We've known each other for years. I've given you many jobs.

But you've never ever questioned why.

- I don't see the need. - What if they were good people?

- What do you mean by good people? - Innocent people.

After a certain age nobody is innocent.

Have you ever felt shame

- or regret? - Have you?

Hello, my dad couldn't find a place to park.

He told me to come in alone and he'll pick me up later.

- Great. Have you had your snack? - Chocolate croissants.

I can see that.

- What's your name, lovely? - Lia Solís Calvo.

Lia, go and get the set. I'll be right with you.

- Bye, sir. - Bye, sweetie.

Very cute.

I give her chess classes.

I have to go.

I have to go to Valencia.

Someone will come by to get it.

Great. Maybe by then I'll have fixed your Divine Comedy.

Let me know.

- Don't worry. - I'm not worried. Bye, comrade.

Goodbye, Martí.

- How are you, lovely? - Super super happy!

Really? May I ask why?

- Have you found a boyfriend? - No, no.

- I won six games in a tournament. - Really? Which tournament?

In Banyoles. My dad signed me up and I came in third.

That's great. Congratulations.

You know what? I don't think we'll play any games today.

Why not?

Today we're going to study a work of art.

Byrne vs Fischer.

New York, 1956.

The most important game of the 20th century.

Known as the Game of the Century.

Byrne was 28 years old

and Bobby Fischer was only 13.

So, third place.

- I won six games. - Did you play well?

No, the others were...

- Were what? - They were... poor players.

Then why are you so happy?

- It's better to win than lose, no? - Depends.

Do you know what the word "defeat" means?

Yes. It's when you lose a game or a war.

Exactly. It means "loss, failure".

- But it also means something else. - What?

It can also mean "path, way".

Often a defeat is a path to learning.

Victory is only an excuse.

But then, why do we play?

Good question.

Look at this situation:

Byrne attacks the black Queen.

- Fischer brings the Rook into play. - He has to protect the King.

Now it would seem logical

for black to move the Queen so as not to lose pieces.

But look at what Fischer does.

The famous move 17.

Bishop to E6.

The key to the game. Amazing.

- But he sacrifices the Queen? - Right.

He loses the Queen, but after that sacrifice

he takes control

and the pieces move

like a precise, frantic dance.

Until...

the memorable end.

- And did Fischer win? - Naturally.

But Byrne is remembered

more for that defeat than for all of his victories.

41 moves full of harmony, balance,

intelligence and boldness.

Who created all that beauty?

Just the winner? Or both of them?

Hurry up, Lia. I'm double parked.

- How did it go? - Good.

One thing.

Lia told me last weekend you took her to a tournament.

- She did a great job. - I said it wasn't a good idea.

Well, she came third, yet she was one of the youngest.

Yes. But that distracts her.

Competing just to compete goes against what I'm trying to teach her.

- But she won various games. - So what?

I want her to understand the game,

the concepts of balance, harmony...

Everything the game can show us:

That you must think before you act, that you cannot go back.

That each movement, like all of our actions,

sooner or later has consequences.

As her father you must know that this girl...

Just a sec... Hold your horses!

Who do you think you are?

Your job is to teach her how to play chess. That's all.

No need to fill her head with all this cheap philosophy.

Don't look at me like that. She likes you and likes coming here.

But I'm her father. And if I think she can do well in a tournament,

I'll go and sign her up. Got it?

And you, Mr Muntada, have no right to tell me how to educate her.

I'm done, Daddy.

- What's wrong? - Nothing's wrong.

Give me a kiss, pet.

- See you next time. - Come on, love.

Bye.

Hey.

What more do you want, Fidel?

But this doesn't prove that it was here where Kevin...

No?

We have the chains.

We have the tape. Maybe they filmed here, or took photos.

I think so too, but while I'm sure...

they had Àlex here, that's clear.

There's still nothing proving that Kevin...

Hey, we have this.

What is it?

A bag of crisps with the Olympic symbol on it.

Motherfuckers. See?

Kevin was fucking here! Kevin was here! No?

And Benet said winning or losing doesn't matter.

He said that?

Well, not that it doesn't matter, but that losing can help us learn.

Very good.

And what good is learning if you don't win after?

- I don't know. Benet says... - Muntada is wrong.

Understand?

Go on, go and play.

Didn't you hear your mother? Go and play.

Benet's not wrong.

You are.

You shouldn't have reacted like that.

I'm starting to get fed up with that guy.

Who does he think he is? The grand master from Kung Fu Panda?

A lot of talk, but she isn't advancing.

But she's happy with him.

Well, I'm sorry, but I want my daughter to win, not lose.

It's over with fucking Benet.

Why not? The bag of crisps was proof before but not now. Why?

After 25 years? There'll be no prints.

And if there were, how could we match them?

But there may be DNA.

In a bag of crisps a quarter of a century old? Impossible.

But I took some samples from the chains.

Could be dried blood, but don't get your hopes up.

Let's keep positive, we're on the right track.

Every day we get more evidence: The bag, the shirt,

the Mercedes, how they killed Kevin...

- That Vila was a spelunker. - Of course...

The next step is to find out who owned the house at that time.

Fidel!

What do you mean, how they killed Kevin?

- No. Nothing. - I mean...

- How long have you known? - It's not relevant, Víctor.

You've been looking for that for weeks.

We've run tests with all types of hammers, drills...

How did they kill him?

Víctor. Don't make me say it, please.

How did they kill him?

- Come on, man! - I want to know.

How?

Sara.

- With a captive bolt pistol. - A what?

A type of gun used to stun pigs.

It has a bolt that recoils back into the chamber.

That's why we didn't find a projectile or exit wound.

- Thanks for telling me the truth. - Víctor.

I'm fine. It's all right.

Can we go home, please?

Àlex.

Shall we go?

Attack!

Down! Stay!

Hey. Have you been here long? I didn't hear you come in.

How was your day?

You'll never guess who I had coffee with.

Is this a riddle?

- With my lover. - Sorry?

Well, I don't know if she's my lover. Technically that's you, my love.

The thing is, Sandra called me.

- Sandra...? - Yes, Sandra. Your employee.

Ex-employee. She doesn't work for us any more.

She told me. She also told me why.

What's wrong? Did you catch a fever from that dead mosquito?

We had a threesome, Joana. Nothing more. It was your idea.

I know you were fucking her when I was in Zurich.

Are you crazy?

You fired her because you suspected we had a fling?

Did you stop to think it was just your paranoia

and that you've left her in the shit now?

- And this? - Again?

That's her scarf.

- You're off your head. - Oh, yes? Am I? Really?

Look at me.

Look me in the eyes and tell me there's nobody else.

Look at me and say it.

There's nobody else.

Say you still love me.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course I love you.

Thanks.

Thank you very much.

- Where are you going? - I haven't seen my husband in days.

The US didn't sign the Paris Climate Change agreement.

Expectations are high because...

I don't like it either, but I don't want to be a bother.

I'll leave soon, don't worry.

We're all amazed because we've seen everything related to...

I can't believe it, Dad. All of a sudden.

You say I'm a kid, but you two are worse.

Hey! Will you listen to me?

I don't know what happened, but Sara loves you.

- And you love her. - I don't want to talk about it.

So, now you're back to the bitter guy you were before?

If you want dinner, there are lentils. Use the microwave.

I'm going to bed.

Dad! Dad, what the hell? Come here!

It's exactly what I'm looking for.

He's ideal for protecting a property, but I'm telling you, he's crazy.

And the more you goad him, the fiercer he gets.

Eh, Satan?

- His name is Satan? - It suits him, right?

- That's enough. Leave him alone. - So, what? Do you want him?

- How much? - I'd let him go for a thousand.

- I'll have to think about it. - All right...

800?

Done.

- Can I come and get him tomorrow? - It'll have to be after 6pm.

I won't be here before then.

Perfect. Get the papers in order. Ah, one thing.

Now that the dog is mine, don't hit him any more.

Fine. As you wish, Mr Almeda.

Anglada.

See you tomorrow, Satan.

CAPTIVE BOLT PISTOL

Can't you sleep?

Did I wake you? Sorry.

Why don't you take a pill?

Maybe I will.

I'm turning on the light.

- You got water? - Yes.

- The pills aren't here. - Did you finish them?

I think so.

- Then you need to tell me. - Whatever.

I'm going to read for a bit.

What's bothering you?

What's bothering me?

The past.

Time.

You think you leave things behind you,

and they stay there.

And that, as time passes,

they'll fade away.

As if...

As if time were a road along which you've left things in your wake

and you

keep going forward, forward...

And...

you think you'll never see them again.

But it's not true.

You bump into them again.

Someone always comes along to remind you who you are,

and what you've done. Always, always.

So what if they remind you?

We've always done what we had to.

We've done terrible things, Joana.

I was 25 years old

and she was 46.

She was elegant, intelligent, attractive. She dazzled me.

She was a free, strong, married woman with a powerful husband

who didn't care that she had a young lover.

She said to me: "I'll make you into a great artist."

I believed her.

Eventually I realised that my work was an excuse to make money, a cover.

Yes, my paintings are in the offices of banks

and large companies, but...

It's as if someone else painted them. Someone with my name, but not me.

After the exhibition in Zurich you won't need her.

You don't know her. She can make my life impossible.

Stop thinking about what you have and think about what you want.

What do you want? To live chained to that bitch?

You're much more than an excuse for money laundering.

You have talent.

You do. You're a good painter...

an artist.

You don't owe her anything.

And who will be my dealer?

- You? - Yes. Why not?

And will you stop working for them?

I want to get away from her, her husband,

and all of this.

I want us to leave together.

Where do you want to go?

Far away.

Africa, Mexico, a desert island. I don't know.

You want to leave this palace for a log cabin?

This is not a palace.

It's a fucking golden cage.

He's with someone else. Someone younger.

It's not the first time but this time's different. I know it.

Damià likes the good life and he's too much of a coward to leave me.

But maybe he thinks she's something more than a lover.

Do you know?

Some people think you and I don't have sex.

They have no idea what sex is.

What do we have?

Right now, 37 different groups,

all in tax havens like Luxembourg, Holland, Panama

and linked through the old overlapping shareholder system:

I have 31% of this, someone has 32% of that,

and another has 51% of the first and whatever is missing.

A fucking crazy web that makes it quite easy to hide

the money trail for kickback schemes. These fuckers are good.

For now, this helps us draw a more precise map of how this works.

But we need more concrete information

that lets us follow the trail: Bank statements,

income receipts, accounting entries,

and most of all, movement of capital between bank accounts.

- Can we get that? - We'll try.

There's something else.

One of the companies involved focuses on trading art.

Carmen Garcia is the main shareholder,

but the person actually doing the job is Martí Miró's wife.

- So? - So this painter...

who's involved with Miró's wife

sold a painting last year for 2 and a half million euro.

I don't understand much,

but it's crazy because her clients are basically banks

and mainly businesses who have won bids for public service works.

Also, the sales are done through an investee company

through another company located in Jersey.

- We'll keep working on it. - Great, I'll wait for your report.

Samu, come on.

What's up, dude? No school today?

Got to see the dentist. I had to promise we'd go to Euro Disney.

- That's called bribery. - I suppose so.

Guys, good work.

Come on, Samu. Let's go.

That's it? "Good job." That's all?

No applause, the bugger?

Hey.

- How are you? - Fine. You?

Just analysing tissue.

Fantastic.

Do you want a coffee?

Fine.

Fàtima, are you sending samples to the lab?

- Yes, right now. - Can you include this?

I need them to run a genetic profile.

I should have done it yesterday, but I don't have the file.

I can't send something from another case file, can I?

They could get mixed up and it'd be a mess.

No worries. Afterwards, you and I will swap the papers

and do all the administrative stuff.

Thanks.

Hey, are you Jaume? We spoke on the phone about the internet ad.

Ah, yes. I didn't think you'd come. I'll go and get it.

Here you are.

My father bought it just before the accident.

I didn't want to sell it, but...

It's new.

Out of curiosity, why did you need it in such a hurry?

It's a gift.

Àlex, do you know what your son said?

He wants to quit football, he prefers basketball.

You played as a kid, didn't you?

Monica...

I have to tell you something.

I'm just coming! Fuck.

Fucking dogs...

Anglada?

Why the hell are you dressed like that?

- Do you read Salvador Espriu? - Read Espriu? No. Why?

"The town of gentlemen is vile now,

it clings to its hatred like a dog..."

What are you saying?

"...barks from afar, but submits to the cane when near.

Beyond the mud, paths of death follow".

What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing, Anglada?

No!

- Well, Rosita. No luck today? - Not today, nor ever.

You know what they say: "Unlucky in gambling..."

That's an old fable.

Come on, you haven't done bad in life.

Go on.

I'm sure you still have men after you.

- Me? Oh, yes. - But you look so good.

Come on, shut up.

We could still have some fun.

You old dog, you couldn't handle that now.

Try me.

Come by mine for a coffee one day.

You don't have to ask me twice.

Come by mine for a coffee one day.

Clean and showered.

You're a case, Rosita.

Your nephew works at the Land Registry, right?

Vila!

Mr Vila!

Vila?

Vila!

We did a pen test on the main system

and we found a bug through which we can directly access the file server.

In this case, the USB has software installed

so when you connect it to a PC it'll run a script that automatically...

One second, man. I don't understand.

Tell her to put in the pen drive and copy everything she can.

That's it?

Tell her to be careful when taking it out.

- Thanks. - Take care.

I need a doctor.

- Is this going to last long? - You're doing great.

But now we need more concrete evidence.

It's complicated. I don't...

You'll have to go into the system through another terminal

- and copy it all onto a pen drive. - I don't know when I can do it.

Carmen, the sooner we get it, the sooner we leave you alone.

Yes, sure.

The Judge will take everything you're doing into account. Here.

Good luck.

What happened? Did you fall or...?

Be careful, it hurts!

Take off your shirt.

- What is this? Are these bites? - A dog attacked me.

A dog attacked you? You have to go to a hospital.

- I can't. - They need to vaccinate you.

You give it to me.

Víctor, but... Why don't you want to...?

Víctor, what did you do?

Call Fidel.

Well, that's it.

Let's go.

Shit, I forgot to go over some reports.

- Do you want me to stay? - No, don't worry. Get some rest.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- Good night. - Good night.

Let me see if I understand:

When you got there, Vila was already dead,

and the same dog that attacked him gave you these wounds?

- Then you killed the dog. - Exactly.

What the fuck were you doing with a captive bolt pistol?

I just wanted to show him and say some things.

Yeah.

What the fuck are you thinking, that I killed him?

- Do you want to know? - Yes.

I think you lost your mind and went to that fucker's house and killed him.

After realising what you'd done, you let a dog out to make it look like...

That's a lie!

So a dog attacked you when you got there? I'm calling the police right now.

You're accusing me for nothing. For the second time!

- Sara. - No. I'm sorry. I'm out of this.

- No. - Yes. Me too. Fuck this!

Now?

Now that we're so close?

You're not right in the head, mate. You've got us into deep shit.

You have to tell everything to the police.

- No. Please! - Víctor.

He could have explained what happened to your son.

No.

Wait.

I have his mobile.

- Whose mobile? - Vila's.

- You stole his fucking mobile? - No. It was beside his body.

I took it because I thought we could unblock it

and get the information inside.

Where are you going?

Fidel! Sara!

I have photos of the car...

With the stickers!

Fuck.

TIME REMAINING: 6 MINUTES

FATAL ERROR DATA CANNOT BE READ.

It's late, no?

- Oh, sorry. Sorry. Did I hurt you? - No, no. I'm fine. It's nothing.

They said you'd stay late tonight.

- Yes, I had work. - Right...

Yes.

Well, of course. At this time...

Bye.

- Wait, wait! - What?

- This is yours. - Thanks.

Since you came back from holiday, Camps has visited her twice.

The first, when you got back, but he didn't stay long. 47 minutes.

The second, last night around 11:20pm.

He left this morning.

In other words, the subject spent the night at this woman's place.

It's quite obvious from these pictures what kind of relationship they have.

- The woman is... - I know her.

By the way,

it looks like she might be having a relationship with another man.

Do you recognise him?

No.

Do you want me to continue following him?

I know everything I need to. Thanks.

"Miró: For the Love of Art". I thought you were all trustworthy.

Martí, I know you well enough to know

you'd never let a personal issue do harm to the Party.

I want to know where this shit came from.

Alícia, Carmen Garcia's secretary.

- You trust her? - Yes.

No, I'm tired.

I'm leaving and I want you to come with me.

This is not a disco where you leave when you're tired of dancing.

- What about Damià? - Leave him to me.

Have a good trip.