Original subtitles

- How did they kill him? - With a captive bolt pistol.

He's crazy. The more you goad him, the fiercer he gets.

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

What if they were good people?

After a certain age nobody is innocent.

Why the hell are you dressed like that?

Vila!

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

I'm sorry. I'm out of this.

- Me too. Fuck this! - Now that we're so close?

I can't stand this bitch any more.

- So, what do you want? - I need you to follow someone.

This is not a palace. It's a fucking gilded cage.

- Shall I continue following him? - I know everything I need to.

What have you got for me today?

Estellés.

"I have a small Death,

"mine, and mine alone.

"She nurtures me,

"just as I nurture her.

"I have a little Death

"that pulls its feet from its nappy.

"I only have my Death

and I need nothing more".

I'll miss you.

- I'm going to live with my sister. - It may sound strange...

but I'm pleased.

"Nothing is worth more...

than a moment of love".

You've taught me so much, Benet.

Above all, that when one game ends, another begins.

And that's what I'm planning to do.

Maybe study languages, I don't know...

Yes.

Leave all this shit behind.

And I'll do it, in part, thanks to you.

My poet.

You're a good man.

One of the best I've ever known.

How does the poem end?

"I have a small Death,

"and it's more mine than anything else.

"Much more mine than life,

"it goes with me and with me it will go.

"It is my mistress, it is mistress of the backyard and the street...

"of the lemon tree and the vine

and the orange blossom".

There'll be no charge today.

NIGHT AND DAY

MAN IS A WOLF TO MAN

The committee has looked at your proposal for the lists.

Viciana was displeased that you were above him.

- But Viciana has accepted it. - You know him. He's a pragmatist.

With regard to placing more women in top positions, complete agreement.

- It's a great idea. - So, what's the problem?

No problem. The proposals were reasonable and they were accepted.

- With one condition. - I'm listening.

That you get involved in the campaign. And I don't just mean the finance.

I mean supporting our candidate.

Joana knows artists, writers, cultured people...

You are a friend of Dr Grau. I hear he's arriving this week.

It'd be great if he'd show his support for our candidate.

And if he wanted to take part in the electoral video...

I'll see what I can do. I can't promise anything.

You always get what you want.

- Sorry. - Not at all, answer it.

I have a meeting in 20 minutes. With the unions.

Yes?

What?

Who the hell published it?

"Miró: For the love of art".

"The ex-minister Martí Miró

may have used the sale of artworks to conceal illegal gains".

Would you care to explain where all this came from?

There is information here that was only known to the four of us.

I thought you were all trustworthy. Maybe I was mistaken.

Hang on a minute. I'd stake my life on Toni.

- What's your game? - He and I haven't leaked a thing.

So I have? Are you stupid or what?

How can you think that?

- Did you hear what she just said? - Have you finished?

I'm going away for a few days. We'll talk when I get back.

INSTITUTE OF MEDICINE

AUTOPSY LAB

How's it going?

Being subject to the orders of my ex? Quite an experience.

I can imagine.

- And now the man attacked by a dog? - Yes. What's left of him.

- Need any help? - No. I can manage with Pol.

- I don't mind, you know. - No...

- I don't need anything. - I only said it...

to help.

Sara, I think you need a holiday. Really.

- Ready? - Yes.

I'd say that the dog wasn't fed dog food, he was a raw meat eater.

OK, I didn't say that.

- Shall we start? - Yes, let's.

The corpse presents multiple wounds

unequivocally produced by having been bitten by a dog.

From the canine marks, it must have been some beast.

He presents a wound with a tear on the right cheek.

And multiple injuries with loss of substance on the posterior...

upper extremities.

He tried to defend himself with his arms.

All the injuries are compatible with dog bites.

But we'll take samples for toxicology nevertheless.

- Perfect. - Very well.

If you want to take prints, now is the time.

- Vivancos... even here, look. - Yes, I can see.

Yes...

I want to know where this shit came from.

We've detected an unauthorised access to the system.

It's not the first, but this time they were able to access, if not all,

at least some of the information on the system. We're evaluating the attack.

For now, we know that it was done from the inside.

That means from a computer on our network.

The terminal user is... Heras. Alícia Heras.

- Who? - Alícia. Carmen Garcia's secretary.

But it appears that it wasn't her.

The attack was made from her PC, but Ms Heras had already left.

Now, we've spoken to her

and she says her boss remained in the office working.

We suspect that Carmen Garcia, who, as far as we can see,

left the building 23 minutes later,

used her secretary's terminal and password.

When she left,

the security guard passed her and noticed she was very nervous.

The next day, the secretary found a message on the screen of her terminal.

Strange, because she always turns it off, but she thought nothing of it.

But we know someone used it and it wasn't her.

Did Carmen know her password?

If you wish, I'll call her in and fire her right now.

- Let's not be hasty. - So what do we do?

For now, restrict her access to information.

- Monitor her movements. - And tap her phone.

You're a star.

Mrs Porta called. You're having lunch with her at 2pm.

- Today? I have a meeting. - I've moved that to Tuesday.

And Mr Miró is waiting for the Dausà report.

I know, but there are some files I can't access. I don't know why.

There's been some kind of virus and they're changing the passwords.

Will you bring me the Dausà file, please?

And an aspirin.

In short, we can't find any wound, injury or fracture

that led to his death from animal bites.

What do you mean?

He died from a cardiac arrest while the dog was attacking him.

And the individual's identity?

The physical traits indicate that it's Òscar Vila Garcia.

But we're waiting for the finger prints to confirm it.

So maybe by tomorrow we could confirm that it's...

Sara, listen.

As I said before, I think you need a holiday.

Thank you.

Hello.

I'm sorry.

Don't worry, I had some calls to make. Please, sit down.

Have you seen this?

MIRÓ: FOR THE LOVE OF ART

The article is pure sensationalism, with intent to cause damage.

But some of the detail would suggest

that someone's been leaking to the press.

Someone? Who?

We don't know yet. But we have a suspect.

We're not sure it's her yet.

- A woman? - That's why I wanted to talk to you.

I'm not sure I understand.

Alícia, your secretary.

- What's your opinion of her? - I have no complaints.

- Do you trust her? - Yes, why shouldn't I...?

- Do you know she has a new car? - That doesn't mean anything.

I understand you defending her. But don't let your guard down.

The "butter wouldn't melt" types are the worst.

But do you have any proof that Alícia...?

No, not at all. Just signs.

But just in case, from now on,

it's best that she doesn't have access to certain information.

What is this?

We've amended a few confidentiality clauses.

An authorisation for account movements.

Ah, and we want to restructure the shareholders of some companies.

Here and here.

- The thing is... - What?

Do I have to sign now?

The lawyers need it first thing this afternoon.

- Why? Is there a problem? - No, not at all.

- You're very sexy in that girdle. - Yes, well...

I have a hernia that gives me hell.

Well, no one could tell, champ.

- Do you want another coffee? - No, I'd better not.

Tomorrow I'll be aching in places I didn't know could ache.

I'm not surprised.

Are you hungry? Shall I make you some eggs or something?

No, really.

- Where are they? - Where are what?

The registration papers.

The ones your nephew brought.

I thought it was a pretext.

You must come to my place one day.

I'll make a lentil stew that I really like.

Cooking for one is... I just can't get used to it.

When my husband was alive...

Sara?

- Here you are, Fidel. - Thank you.

So, the owner is a certain Costa, who used to rear pigs.

At the end of the 80s, he let the farmhouse out to a foundation.

The Promosport 2000 Foundation. The contract expired in 1992.

Afterwards, it was let to some people from Barcelona. That didn't last.

They knocked down the pig pens and the farm's been empty since 13-14.

And what about the Foundation?

It promoted youth sports.

Scholarships for kids, summer camps and so on.

- It's no longer active. - But Vila worked for them.

I don't know. Probably.

We've done an autopsy on Vila.

It shows Víctor had no hand in his death.

He was lucky then.

If Víctor had found him alive, he'd have met a worse fate.

- Come on, we don't know that. - Don't we? He's off his box.

- Well, he didn't do it. - Yes, OK...

Fidel, we're so close to...

Yes, maybe.

But there's no point in going on now. We've reached the end of the line.

Víctor lost control. You lost your partner.

And me... I've got a bad back that's killing me.

It's all over.

It's all smiles and niceties.

But they've changed the passwords and things are very strange.

There are some files I can't access

and they had me sign new confidentiality clauses.

- You're being paranoid. - They know something.

- I've had enough. - Carmen, listen...

There's just one more thing, then we'll leave you in peace.

The information you've given us is very valuable.

- But we need something specific... - No, I'm not taking any more risks.

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

I'm out. I'm leaving the company.

Fine. I'll speak to the Judge and tell her you're not cooperating.

Do as you like.

- The girl's leaving. - And the guy?

He's talking on his phone. What do I do? Follow her?

Negative. Stay with him.

OK.

Víctor.

Víctor.

Hey, can we talk?

What do you want?

We've done the autopsy and we know you didn't kill him.

I'd already told you that.

Yes. He was attacked by a dog, but he died of a heart attack.

You want a pat on the back?

- No. I just wanted to say... - Sorry?

Fine. You're forgiven. Now you can sleep easy.

Can you go? I have things to do.

Boss, it's Peggy.

What have you got?

Bingo.

The jackpot.

I thought you weren't coming.

- Where's Lia? - At home.

- Why? Isn't she well? - No, it isn't that.

My wife and I have been talking,

and we've decided to get her a new teacher.

- Why? - Don't take offence, but...

- if she wants to go far... - Go far?

Chess is an art, a science, if you like, but not a sport.

That's why she won't be back. She's 9 years old.

I'm sorry. But we don't want you filling her head with your stories.

Look, Lia has a very special talent, she needs someone who...

Hey... hang on. I'm her father. I know her needs better than you.

Yes, of course. I'm sorry. At least let me talk to her. To tell her...

- I'm sorry. - Can't I see her?

It's better this way.

- Besides, we have another teacher. - Really? Who is it?

One who'll teach her to play against computers and memorise games...?

- Listen! - What the fuck?

- I'm talking to you. - Take your hands off me.

Leave her with me.

Just one more game.

Don't touch me, I said.

Stay away from my daughter, or there'll be trouble.

And what about Makoki?

He kicked the bucket 2 years ago. Hepatitis and such. Poor bastard.

- How about you? - I run a boxing gym. I do training.

- So I heard. - And you?

As you can see, I'm in sales. Things aren't great.

And if the cops catch you they take all your stuff and you're fucked.

Sometimes I think I was better off inside.

Hey mate, fancy a beer?

One euro! One euro!

Tell me. That mate of yours, the... IT geek?

- Chino? - Yes, Chino. What's he up to?

- Same as ever, always stoned. - Maybe he could give me a hand.

Unlock it? Any local shop can do that.

I don't want it unlocked. What I want is to unblock it.

- See what's inside. - Ah, OK.

- Chino can do that. - That's great.

But you'll have to leave it with me for 2 or 3 days.

- Come off it, mate! We're friends. - That's why you should take it!

Hey.

Hello!

What are you doing here?

Here, give me a hand.

OK.

It can't have been easy, what happened the other day.

- I'm sorry. - No, no... It was...

It made me think.

I told my wife, I wish I'd done that sooner.

You're right, Fidel, I...

I'll talk to the press. I want to report him.

Now?

Haven't you read the papers?

The guy who got attacked by a dog?

Òscar Vila.

- You're kidding. It was him? - It seems so.

By all accounts, it wasn't pretty.

Good riddance. He got the death he deserved.

Thanks, anyway.

Oh, no. Hang on a minute. What do you mean "thanks"?

- Is that it? Is that the end of it? - What do you expect us to do?

There were others in that farmhouse. What about those bastards?

Do they carry on their lives regardless?

- Well... - What if they're still at it?

What if they get hold of kids and do the same to them as they did to me?

You can't give up now, Fidel. Not now.

I'm sorry. Really, I am.

For fuck's sake! What shit luck!

Football wouldn't be the same without the referee.

If we lose, it's the perfect excuse to say it wasn't our fault.

- It's like saying... - Good morning to all, bar this one.

Hey, distinguished officer of the law! Hit the floor, everyone!

A beer for the laziest journalist in Barcelona.

It's too much mental effort for him to find another bar.

Catalan, a cop, and a Real Madrid fan. How does that work?

- I thought you'd kicked the bucket. - Me? I'm fighting fit.

- Really? - I am.

- Who played in the final with Basel? - You insult my intelligence:

Artola, Zuviría, Migueli, Costas,

Albadalejo, Sánchez, Neeskens, Asensi, Rexach,

Krankl, Carrasco and Rifé.

4-3. Goals from Sánchez, Asensi, Rexach and Krankl.

- Do you want the times as well? - Come off it!

- But that was easy. - Go ahead. Ask whatever you want.

Promosport 2000 Foundation.

- The what foundation? - Got you!

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

- What's wrong? - I need you.

Shit, Carmen. Don't start, even I have my limits.

No, I mean...

I need you to do me a favour.

Hold onto something for me.

- What's that? - Money.

What money?

I need you to hold onto it for a while.

- Why? - It's just in case anything happens.

- What's going to happen? - Nothing.

I don't get it. Where did this money come from?

I can't tell you right now. Will you do it?

Will you do it for me?

Oh, thank you, Pol. Thank you!

- You have to go now. - Now?

I'm expecting someone.

Thank you.

They met again today and we followed the guy.

I think you'll be interested to know who Ms Garcia's mysterious friend is.

Antoni Guillén Campos.

Police inspector?

He used to be in Homicide, but recently he moved to the Fraud Squad.

He works for Judge Comas.

- Did she say anything? - About what?

- About the article. - No.

She said not to talk to the press and that they'll sue them for slander.

She was looking at me as if she suspected me.

I can't go on like this.

My father was right. I made a mistake. So did you.

Sooner or later all this mess will come out.

I'm leaving. I'm leaving Solaris.

- Does Joana know? - No, only you.

Come on...

I want to leave. I am leaving.

And I want you to come with me.

Wait... It won't be long till the Zurich exhibition.

When that's over, whatever the outcome, I don't care,

I'll leave her as well.

I've had a lot of calls from Querol.

And Terribas wants me to give an interview.

Say no.

They'll think I'm evading responsibility.

- Isn't Dr Grau coming this week? - He has to operate on that girl.

That's what you should tell the press about.

How the Martí Miró Foundation has made it possible

for the famous Dr Grau to save a little girl's life.

And you, Martí Miró, are promoting a fabulous project,

the best children's hospital in Europe that you'll be managing.

And if they raise the smallest detail, you deny everything,

mention opposition manoeuvres, and reiterate your willingness

to cooperate with the law, as you always have.

What if more news comes out?

We don't know what the hell that bitch has leaked.

Make sure she doesn't talk to the press again.

And much less to the police.

- And what about Damià? - Leave him to me.

What are you doing?

Packing your case. Your plane leaves in 3 hours.

- What plane? What's happening? - I've had a call from Zurich.

They're interviewing you for the Arts Channel this afternoon.

This afternoon?

Is it inconvenient? Do you have other plans?

No, no.

Could you hurry, please?

- Another one? - I'm in a tricky situation.

I'm being attacked from all sides. I have to defend myself somehow.

She's very young. She looks like a child.

A child? A bitch is what she is.

She's deceived us. Me and Joana.

- No. I'm tired. - Tired? Tired of what?

- Of this work. - I'll pay you double.

No, Martí. I'm sorry. Find someone else.

I don't trust anyone else. It'll be the last time, I swear.

The last.

This woman can do us a lot of harm.

I'll buy the whole bookshop, if need be...

but get rid of her, my friend.

Get rid of her and make sure her body isn't found.

What's wrong?

Your team has asked for an unauthorised test. A genetic profile.

- Fàtima says it wasn't her... - Yes, it was me.

It's nothing to do with Fàtima.

What's going on?

I took some samples at the farmhouse the day of the train accident.

Do you realise you're using public resources for personal reasons, Sara?

- Come on, Aitor. Don't overreact. - Overreacting, am I?

I thought a court order was needed to request a genetic profile.

That's how it usually works.

But I see that Dr Sara Grau has the right to bypass the rules.

Look, I'm not standing for a bollocking from my ex.

I'm your boss! Understand? I could take this all the way!

Really? Go on then. Do as you like. Sack me. I don't care.

You can't take advantage of our relationship to...

What relationship are you talking about?

There's nothing between us. It's over.

You can't take advantage of your position to get back at me.

- I'm not... - You are and I won't stand for it.

If you can't bear to work with me, no problem.

I'll request a transfer.

The world's best fight: Ali-Frazier.

Manila. 1973.

The culmination of a trilogy. The dénouement of a play in three acts.

- I'd just joined the paper and... - Méndez.

- What? - Give it a rest.

- Did you look into that thing? - Yes, I did, bloody hell.

Promosport 2000 Foundation.

There's not much there...

All the records were burnt in a fire at the head office years ago.

They promoted children's sport and such like.

The president was that politician, what was his name...?

Oh, this one?

- The one whose wife... - His name is...

- Martí Miró! - Yes.

DROPPING LIKE FLIES

So, after three borderline bouts,

both Frazier and Ali had taken a hammering.

But they hung on until, just before starting the final assault,

Frazier's trainer stopped the fight.

Frazier didn't speak to him for years.

And that's what turned it into a mythical fight.

The will to go on fighting right up to the end.

To never throw in the towel.

But of course, those were other times. You don't find people like that now.

You're someone who we trust implicitly

and I want to update you on the current situation.

This article is damaging and we have reason to believe

that further biased information could be published.

One of our own people is passing information to the police.

To the police?

What makes you think so?

We have people we pay to detect such threats.

Carmen...

Yes.

In the last few days, have you spoken to any journalists?

Me? Of course not!

Has anyone approached you to...?

Mr Miró, if you have doubts about my loyalty, I'll resign immediately.

I have no doubt about your loyalty, none whatsoever.

But there are those who may try and take advantage of your inexperience.

Someone who may offer you some kind of deal...

I haven't spoken to anyone, but it's clear that you don't trust me.

Carmen, Carmen, Carmen...

If I had any doubts about you, your attitude has cleared them up.

I want no more talk of resigning.

- But you... - In fact, you're my right hand.

And I need you to do something for me.

Today I have a meeting with some developers

interested in collaborating on the children's hospital project.

But Joana's had to go to Zurich to deal with a problem there.

In the current circumstances, I can't go. It wouldn't be prudent.

Yes, but...

It'll be a sensitive meeting. You may have to make decisions.

- But I don't know the project. - We've prepared a file for you.

- I'm not sure I'll be able to read it. - The meeting is outside Barcelona.

I'll send a car to pick you up. Read it on the way there.

- Whatever you say. - And one thing...

Don't speak to anyone about this meeting.

And forgive me if I was too direct earlier.

But I think you and I can speak openly, can't we?

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Carmen.

A car will pick you up in a few hours.

Have a good trip.

Hello.

Carmen Garcia from Solaris? Good morning.

- Where is the meeting? - In Santa Fe del Montseny.

Oh! Ok.

- Shall I turn off the music? - Ah, no, there's no need.

Do you mind? I have to make a call.

Of course.

Pilar,

I've been meaning to call you for days.

Don't, Pilar...

No, I'm just going through a rough patch.

Yes, because of Pol and... work stuff. I'll tell you another time.

I've thought about Dad so much recently.

About the things he used to say.

No, I'm fine, but...

it's just that I want to see you, so we can talk.

But not in my flat, at home, like before.

Yes, all right.

Pilar...

I love you very much.

- Thank you. - You can keep them. I have more.

My father died a month ago...

Oh, dear.

- What's wrong? - We have to stop.

- What time was the meeting? - Don't worry, we'll be there soon.

- I'm calling but there's no answer. - Maybe there's no signal.

No signal?

- May I? - Yes, of course.

Hello, Lia, lovely, how's it going?

Yes, I'm sorry too...

No, lovely, don't get cross. He may change his mind.

What day is the competition?

No, no... I can't. But I'll tell you what.

I'll think of you, and it'll be as if I were sitting beside you, OK?

Of course. That's a promise, miss.

Definitely.

I have to go now. OK, kisses.

- Your granddaughter? - Sorry?

Was that your granddaughter? Lia?

Yes, Lia. That's right.

May I?

You might get dirty.

My father was in transport. I know what I'm doing.

I think it's the oil cap. It's stiff, could you...?

Let's see.

- That's it. - Right.

- Are we expecting someone? - There's someone I want you to meet.

Another gallery owner?

- You've been strange lately. - Do you think so?

As if you're hiding something.

I find that surprising, coming from you.

Don't start.

Since you've brought it up, Martí and I have reached the conclusion that,

the way things are, we shouldn't put all our eggs in one basket.

- What do you mean? - We have to diversify.

To broaden the range of artists we represent.

What the hell are you saying?

Look, here he is.

Sorry I'm late.

Jérôme, Damià Camps. Damià, this is Jérôme.

Nice to meet you.

Jérôme is a sculptor. I love everything he does.

And from now on, I'll be representing him as well.

- I can see you're close. - Sorry?

You and your granddaughter, you seem close.

Yes...

I never knew my grandfather.

He fell from some scaffolding when I was very small.

My father always said we were very much alike,

that we were both very single-minded.

Like everyone, I suppose.

No, not my father.

He thought more about others than himself.

He always said that paradise wasn't in heaven, but on earth.

In a free and just society.

Very worthy, but there's no solution for this world.

No, maybe not.

But he always used to say:

"Fight the pessimism of the intellect with the optimism of the will."

Gramsci.

- Sorry? - It's a Gramsci quote.

"Educate yourselves because we'll need all our intelligence."

"Stir yourselves because we'll need all our enthusiasm."

"Organise yourselves because we'll need all our strength..

- How do you know all that? - We all have a past.

This is below the belt.

And it's still 3 months till the campaign.

I'm worried more stories like this could come out.

People are very sensitive to any whiff of corruption

and as we approach the elections, the opposition will use them to attack us.

Are you trying to tell me something?

Martí, I know you well enough to know that

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

And that you'd always sacrifice yourself for the good of the country.

Know that whatever happens, you have my unconditional support

and, of course, that of the Party.

"Homo homini lupus."

Man is a wolf to man.

Hobbes considered egotism to be an inherent human behaviour.

And, therefore, society had to create mechanisms

to ensure peaceful coexistence.

Meanwhile, Rousseau believed that man was good by nature

and that it was society that corrupted him.

Whichever is right, it's like I said: There's no solution for this world.

No offence, but for a chauffeur, you're very erudite.

I enjoy reading.

My father did too. And the things he used to read...

Elementary Concepts of Historical Materialism.

Marta Harnecker. Boring.

In some ways you remind me of him.

- Here we go again. - What's wrong?

- It's playing up again. - I'm going to be late.

No, we're nearly there. It's 5 minutes if we cut through the forest.

Are you sure?

Yes, I hinted at the lists.

He went into a panic.

He knows that sooner or later he'll end up jumping ship.

Yes, it was a good idea to leak it to the press.

Perfect, see you then.

Party HQ.

What's going on?

It's this way.

Are you sure this is right?

Don't worry, I know the way.

Not long now.

Maybe the solution is inside us all.

It's about knowing what is really important and acting accordingly,

without letting ourselves be seduced by material gains.

The basics of life are there for us, within our reach,

and often, we don't realise it.

Don't you agree?

- Are you hurt? - No, no, no... I'm sorry.

I'm OK... thank you.

No, it was nothing, nothing at all, thank you. Let's go.

Goodness...

- Now to the left. - Left...

We're almost there. Straight ahead.

- Is it much further? - No.

No, here it is.

Here it is.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to. The police made me. I had no choice!

No, please, no!

I have money. Please... You're a good person...

No, I'm not a good person. Neither are you.

Do you think the world has a solution? I'll show you the solution.

Mum! Mum, please, Mum!

- Calm down! - I don't want to die! I'm pregnant!

Please, don't kill me...

I'll leave, I'll get on a plane. I'll go somewhere else.

Please...

Listen to me carefully... Listen carefully, you idiot!

Find a deep hole and hide. Do you hear me?

Disappear, and let no one find you. As if you'd never existed.

Don't even think... Do you hear what I'm saying?

Don't even think about going to the police or showing signs of life.

Because if you do, mark my words,

if you do, I'll kill your sister.

Pilar. I'll hurt her so badly that she'll die from the pain.

Believe me, I know how to do it.

When I've finished with her, I'll look for you and I'll find you.

I'll bide my time, and one day, I'll kill your child in front of you.

No one should see you ever again.

Do you understand?

- Do you understand? - Yes!

Clear off before I change my mind.

"If it were far,

"so far that I wouldn't know,

then no one else would know my fate."

It looks like she didn't take anything.

We've also found her passport.

Maybe she's left the country. But she isn't answering the phone.

You'll be remembered as the doctor who saved children,

not as the monster who fucked them.

It seems Vila took boys there

and then he forced them to have sex with adults.

Who else knows about this story?

No one.

- You owe me one. - The last one.