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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

On the way over, I told Asunta

she earned a summer vacation in Vilanova with her godmother,

and with Mari Cruz in the village.

Don't you think? Would you like that? It'd be for a little while.

But, you'd come visit, right?

Of course.

And while you're on vacation,

I'll take excellent care of Mom. She'll be able to relax,

and I'll give her all the love she needs to make a full recovery.

She's taken such good care of us all these years.

Now she deserves a break. Right, Mom?

We'll be a family again.

We passed the car! Hold on.

THE ASUNTA CASE

SEPTEMBER 2013

SEVEN DAYS AFTER ASUNTA'S DEATH

The prosecution maintains they are convinced that Asunta's parents...

- No. - Judge Malvar!

...even built up her tolerance to the medication. That's how they could...

Want one? You look like you could use it.

Cigarettes will kill you, Salgueiro.

Sure, but not as soon as you'd like.

Any comment about the semen on her T-shirt?

You guys think you're so clever,

but running that shit doesn't help us bring the killers to justice.

Then refute it.

Gag order.

So there is semen, and it's not the father's.

In other words, Judge Malvar just fucked up big time.

You're good, Malvar, but not perfect.

I'm telling you in case you want to get ahead of JJ.

He apparently has some stuff that supports the other-man theory.

You know where to find me.

Whenever you take that gag off.

Here we go.

Yes, Your Honor?

- Are you at the lab yet? - We're just getting in to Madrid.

Well, hurry up.

I need to know what the forensics have ASAP.

Got it?

The fucking press smells blood.

Okay.

- What's wrong? - It doesn't make any sense.

What doesn't?

Let's go over everything we have.

The gas-station footage, Rosario's conflicting statements,

Alfonso's lorazepam purchases...

How does this guy fit in all that?

What the fuck? What do you think you're doing?

I'm telling you. People don't know how to drive these days.

You're just tired.

My granddaughter is driving me nuts.

You're a stellar grandpa.

Yeah, I'm a saint. You got that right.

No, I'm like the old lady who sees her newborn grandson in the hospital.

She takes one look at him and says, "Well, I guess we're stuck with him."

She takes one look...

That's how I feel about my granddaughter.

She must have some good qualities, right?

Of course, she does.

Sometimes she's as sweet as can be. Other times...

Of course... You'll have plenty of time to get sick of her once you're retired.

No, when I retire, I'm going fishing.

UNIDENTIFIED SEMEN ON T-SHIRT WHAT IF THE PARENTS DIDN'T DO IT?

I haven't sold this much since the Prestige.

- I know. - This case is juicy.

- There's still plenty to squeeze. - I bet.

- Bye. - Bye. Have a nice day.

LAWYER

Good morning, Garrido.

Judge Malvar's gonna want to retire early.

And if we throw in the neighbor on the road in Montouto...

Look, Juanjo.

First, we need to verify what that man said.

We?

Does the first-person plural mean you'll agree to defend Alfonso Basterra?

Come on, don't be so cagey, Garrido.

Get your hands a little dirty.

We'll go to the road in Montouto tonight, and we'll conduct the same test they did,

but with our tools.

- Seeing is believing. - And the moon?

We won't have the same light conditions tonight.

You know your way around an almanac.

I think the difference works in our favor.

On September 21st, there was practically a full moon.

Now it's waning.

If there's visibility tonight, then, on the night it happened,

he would've seen the body at that time, if it were there.

Do you know where Rosario and Alfonso were at that time?

Leave the riddles to the press, JJ.

It's tough to ditch a body if you're with the police.

That doesn't rule out an accomplice.

But it does rule out Porto and Basterra being there.

And that would make it easy to mount a good defense at trial.

If we win, we'll be up there with the best, Garrido.

What do you say?

I just don't see the point of a joint defense.

Well, I'm just looking out for everyone's best interest.

- We think it would be best. - Well, best for your client.

For everyone.

Is Basterra fine with his ex paying his legal fees?

He'd better be.

Or we'll wish him luck with court-appointed counsel. He's broke.

- Come on. Name your price, Garrido. - That's not the problem.

You know I have a kid.

The last thing I need now is that kind of exposure.

That's exactly why I want you on my team.

Silence and discretion, that's all I'm asking for.

I'll take the heat and the cameras.

Hello.

Dad, someone broke in and tried to kill Asunta.

What are you talking about?

Someone broke in two months ago and tried to kill her.

- Who? - I don't know, Dad.

Hold on... Please, say that again.

I'm with Elena Garrido. She should hear this too.

I'm with Pilar, Asunta's friend's mother.

She saw the news about Asunta's T-shirt.

She told us that, two months ago in July,

someone broke in and tried to kill Asunta.

I told her she was right to tell us. It could help the parents' defense.

Especially because she came to us,

instead of you know who.

Keep her there. I'll come as soon as I can.

Okay. See you soon.

Don't tell me you're still not sure.

It'll be worth your while. Trust me.

- I don't know what to tell you! - Be honest with me.

It's absurd that I found out

because a friend of yours decided to come by my office.

What if she'd gone straight to the Civil Guard?

I didn't think it mattered!

Well, it mattered, Charo. It really did.

Juanjo, you're a parent. What would you have done?

I didn't want to make Asunta go through all that.

Fine, but you didn't report it, and that's suspicious.

Even an idiot could see that.

I went to the station! This is just unbearable!

- Someone is trying to take me down. - Calm down.

Calm down.

Look,

this could be bad

or really good if we play our cards right.

But I can only represent you

if I know everything that happened that night.

Everything.

Rosario, your freedom depends on it.

Asunta and I were already asleep.

I heard something crash.

LOCK THE DOOR AT NIGHT

She screamed, "Mom, there's a man in the house!"

I ran over and struggled with someone.

They hit me and ran out of the house.

I think they were trying to rob us.

There was a safe in Asunta's room.

As you can see, we strategically cut out 26 separate pieces from Asunta's T-shirt...

And there's semen on all of them.

No. Just two, pieces 11 and 15, which are from the neck area.

Isn't that kind of odd?

I mean, if she had been raped,

it'd be odd for semen to appear in two very small, specific places.

We just determine the facts. We leave it up to you to draw conclusions.

Right.

Of course. That's exactly why I think we could be

dealing with contamination from inside this lab, right?

Hold on now.

We cut all the pieces with the same scissors. All of them.

If there had been any contamination, there would be semen on 12, 13, and 14.

Does that make sense?

Yes, perfect sense.

- And it's all from the same person? - Correct.

- Nobody else? - Correct.

Okay then, thanks so much. It was a pleasure.

- My pleasure. - Let's go.

I imagine you know I'm broke, Miss.

It's all taken care of, and, please, no need for formalities.

Why did Rosa pick you?

Alfonso, we could talk about me all afternoon

and why I took on the case,

but I think your situation is more pressing.

As I was saying, there's Pilar Araujo, Rosario's friend.

She told us about how Asunta was attacked in July.

That reinforces the idea that you two had nothing to do with this.

Definitely not me. I never went to Montouto.

Why didn't you two report the attack on July 4th?

Rosario's a lawyer and didn't want to put Asunta through all that.

It's crucial you give Malvar no reason whatsoever

to shift the blame back to you two.

We need to make it very clear we have nothing to hide.

I told him everything I had to say. What more does that prick want?

The first time they searched your home, before you had been charged,

they took this photo.

- After your arrest, they went back... - The laptop was gone.

I see no crime there. It's mine. Can't I do whatever I want with it?

What would you think about someone that hides things like this?

I'd think they had something to hide.

When Rosario and I split after I found out she was cheating, I lost my mind.

I'm not proud of my actions... I sent her some emails that were way out of line.

I thought if they were found, that wouldn't help my case. That's all.

Okay.

It'll be tough to change the narrative about a mother and father that would...

do something like that. That's how the press spun it.

But it all starts with details like this.

We have nothing to hide.

Let's prove it.

You think they'd find that laptop if I request another search?

Thank you very much for accepting our request.

We hope the record reflects that our client agreed to fully cooperate.

Yeah, sure. Less talking, more walking. Go on.

Like I said, Pedrito. An Oscar-worthy performance.

Well, let's just get the job done as soon as possible.

Your Honor.

After the loaves and the fishes, came the miraculous appearance

of Mr. Basterra's laptop. Un-fucking-believable.

Counselor, what is that?

A laptop.

It was missing the first time, but happens to be here now.

They think we're fools.

My goodness, this is all so convenient.

You want to spin this as "Two poor parents, unfairly imprisoned,"

so now you show that the defendant has nothing to hide.

No spin, Your Honor.

We stick to evidence and facts, just like everyone here.

Maybe, just maybe,

you're calling this a win a bit too soon.

With all due respect, you know this is standard procedure.

- Excuse me. - Mr. Basterra...

- Hello. - Bad news, Your Honor.

The traces of semen that were studied belong to one Carlos Murillo.

Age 21, born in Guatemala, lives in Madrid.

He's been in custody before.

What? What do you mean he was "in custody"?

Yes, for a month this past summer, Your Honor.

For alleged sexual assault.

July 14th, a party in his home in Madrid. The woman reported him. He denies it.

- Classic case. - Yup.

Well, then...

take his statement and call me.

Okay.

Fuck me.

Even though you think you wiped it clean, shit leaves stains.

And it always leaves traces.

Let's see what's on that laptop.

The omelet wasn't good?

Come on, Dad.

I only leave you with Ángela when I have no choice.

If it were up to me...

If you don't want to, then don't.

It's that easy.

Yeah, it's that easy.

What did I teach you, son? Well?

You taught me everything.

To answer a question with another question, for example.

I'm Galician and a judge. What do you expect?

The result doesn't matter as long as you do the right thing.

I can't second guess myself, Dad... I gotta believe I'm not making mistakes.

If not, how can I sleep at night?

Insomnia is part of the job description, but you're not the only one.

You think I slept well after coming back from fishing trips empty-handed?

Huh?

- See you tomorrow. - I'm not going anywhere.

Your sister is a terrible cook.

I'm even starting to miss that Dominican's cooking.

Her name's Romina.

But she's Dominican, right?

There you go.

Don't stay up too late, Dad.

Please, go ahead.

All right, fine. I already did this with the cops.

Try to walk at the same pace as that night.

That's exactly what I'm doing!

Great, thank you. If possible, shine your flashlight on the road.

We go on this walk every day, man.

I could do it in the dark, with my eyes closed.

As a matter of fact, the missus tells me

all of that stuff about another suspect would make sense.

All sorts of lowlifes come through here late at night.

Mr. Miranda, please stay focused.

The missus and I were talking that night, so I can talk now, can't I?

See? There it is.

I don't know what else you people want me to say.

The girl wasn't there that night.

The girl wasn't there!

Give us a minute, please.

- He was pretty biased. - Well, he...

And it's the second time he's done the test.

He lives so close by.

- He walks by here every day. - Still, it'd be so hard to prove in court.

The other side has it harder. Trust me.

With all these factors... The neighbor, the semen stain, the July 4th attack...

- Let's ask for release on bail. - Well, slow down there.

The road is made by walking. If you run, you could fall over.

Look, this case is a battle on multiple fronts.

The most important one isn't necessarily in court.

I think your father has something up his sleeve.

Look, honey.

A good lawyer knows the law.

A great lawyer knows the judges.

Get me the phone number of that journalist,

Tiago Salgueiro.

Tiago Salgueiro.

Okay.

Let's see if he's home.

- Thanks. - Hello.

What's going on?

Good morning, Civil Guard. Carlos Murillo?

We need to talk. You need to come with us to HQ.

Now?

Please get your ID and come with us.

- Can we come in? - Of course.

Thank you.

- Do you live here alone? - With my sister Isabel.

She's at work, at the bank.

Sorry, but what's going on here?

If this is about this summer, I have nothing else to say.

You guys took all kinds of samples.

It was just a party. We danced, got drunk, and...

I swear to God it was consensual.

Please don't do this again. I'm getting married.

Congrats, but you need to come with us.

I need to give the bakery a heads-up. I can't lose this job.

And I need to tell my sister.

Okay. Do you have a lawyer?

If not, the court will appoint you one.

Put that on. It's raining.

Can you hear me, Mr. Murillo?

- Yes. - Perfect.

How do you explain that your semen has been found

on the T-shirt of a girl who was found dead in Teo, A Coruña?

I don't know. I don't know what Teo is. I've never been to Galicia, ever.

You already said that.

There must be a mistake. There must be some kind of mistake.

Was the thing in your apartment this summer a mistake too?

That was a misunderstanding.

So, a misunderstanding when it suits you and a mistake when it doesn't?

Look, I was drunk, and we slept together. But I didn't rape her.

It was in my own home, where my sister Isabel lives.

Why would I do that?

Look, I'm getting married,

and I'm very much in love with my fiancée, even if you don't believe it.

She already forgave me.

Please, I don't...

I don't want to put her through this again.

Look. Do you believe in paranormal activity?

- No, sir. - Me neither.

I'm more of the mind that everything has an explanation

and can be proven. That's why I became a judge.

Look, I...

I've done plenty of things wrong.

- But I'm not a murderer. Okay? - Okay, calm down.

- I didn't kill anyone. - Calm down, man.

Remember that we're here to determine what can and cannot be proven, okay?

Let's go back to September 21st.

Do you remember what you did, where you were, with whom...?

I don't remember.

- No? Okay. - I don't remember.

It was a Saturday. Maybe that'll jog your memory.

Well, look...

If it was a Saturday, I would've been with my fiancée

at some shopping center, but I never left Madrid.

I swear. I...

I check in at the courthouse on the 1st and 15th every month.

My passport was confiscated.

When I'm not working at the bakery,

I'm at home with my sister Isabel or with my fiancée.

Okay. Thank you, Mr. Murillo.

Do Ms. Porto's and Mr. Basterra's lawyers have any questions?

Yes. We're still unsure about one thing.

How can you prove you were in Madrid on September 21st,

when traces of your sperm appeared on the same day

on Asunta Basterra's T-shirt in Galicia?

Explain that!

I already told you. Ask the people that searched my home.

They took a used condom from my trash can, but I don't know what they did with it.

Fine, Mr. Murillo.

But you must understand that the evidence is undeniable.

Where were you on July 4th?

Why is that relevant?

What if he didn't do it?

He has priors. Plus, he's Latino. You know what people are like.

They'll crucify him before we prove whether he was in Galicia that night.

If we can't rule out Murillo,

it will be tough to keep the charges against Rosario and Alfonso.

- We're fucked, Luis. - Yeah, I know.

Hello, Your Honor.

Cristina, that guy is scared shitless.

- Did you find his sister and fiancée? - Yes, we're with his sister now.

I took it with my cell phone on that same Saturday.

Then I uploaded it to Facebook.

Do you mind if we take your phone? Just for a few days.

- Just to make sure it really was that day. - I swear it was, sir.

I'm positive because we were out of the house the whole day.

We picked up a suit for my brother's wedding.

A suit for your brother's wedding.

Yes, at the mall nearby.

Then we had dinner out on that patio.

We're just doing our job, Ms. Murillo. We're not...

Look... Maybe it's not important...

but I paid for dinner with my credit card.

Fifty-three euros.

I checked at the bank this morning.

Well, that is important. Thank you very much.

So, does he look familiar?

I think so, but I can't be sure. He was with someone, right?

But you do remember the suit, right?

That one there, on the invoice from Sept. 21st.

- Beige? - Yes.

Of course! When I started working here, there were two.

That and this one over...

No, no need. That's fine.

Ugly never goes out of style.

But, in this case, bad taste will actually do him good.

Thanks so much.

- Hello. - Are you watching this?

Watching what?

Turn on the TV, Luis.

I just got home. Hold on.

Of the more than 70 pieces of biological evidence collected,

one baffles investigators.

Traces of semen found on the girl's T-shirt.

Rape was ruled out during the autopsy,

but this piece of evidence is scientifically undeniable.

We know it's not the father's, who remains in prison.

Whose is it? What are the investigators hiding?

We, as defense attorneys, ask ourselves that question constantly.

If the semen isn't the father's, then whose is it?

I'll call you back.

My clients should be grieving the loss of their daughter at home, not in prison.

In addition, we have testimony from Rosario Porto's friend.

She told us that, in July, Asunta was attacked at home

by an unknown assailant. That is key information.

I wouldn't be surprised if the semen belonged to that same person,

therefore making them the killer.

The investigation has been flawed since the very beginning.

Regardless, there's one critical question.

Why does it seem to be driven by some personal motivation,

dare I say, an obsession with Rosario and Alfonso?

And may I remind you

this wouldn't be the first time an innocent person was convicted

and unjustly incarcerated.

The Rocío Wanninkhof case is a perfect example.

But, in the end, the truth is what it is.

Asunta's parents should be released immediately.

{an8}Traces of semen were found on the T-shirt she was wearing the night she died...

...evidence raises new questions surrounding Asunta's murder.

Civil Guard investigators have found...

That son of a bitch!

The judge.

Hello?

Any news on Murillo's sister?

We're trying to verify her statement, Your Honor,

but it seems true.

They did in fact go to a shopping mall

and picked up the suit for his wedding. Yes.

All right, then.

By the way, did you see the interview with that clown, Rosario's lawyer?

No.

He told the entire world that,

a few months back, someone tried to kill Asunta at home.

What?

Someone tried to kill Asunta in her home, in July.

Some man broke in and attacked her.

That's why, when we were questioning Murillo,

JJ asked him where he was on the night of July 4th, specifically.

You see?

Sorry, Your Honor, but what are you trying to say?

Murillo went to Galicia, to Asunta's house, tried to kill her,

and failed?

He went back to Madrid and returned two months later to finish the job?

It doesn't make sense.

No, it doesn't, but that's what fucking JJ says!

He's trying to connect the two events, and if he does,

Murillo is fucked. Understand?

Okay, Your Honor, we'll get the guys on it.

Okay, get to work.

If they bring that damn spic here, we'll beat the fucking rapist out of him!

For you.

Chin up, Charo. You'll be out of here in no time.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

All these checks are from September 21st?

Yes, those are all the orders we kept.

Some get thrown away, or the customers take them.

Thank you.

They were definitely here.

Hello.

Your Honor, they have an alibi.

Yes, his sister paid with a credit card. We checked with the bank.

That's all well and good, Luis, but it only proves she was there.

That's what we thought,

so we checked the bill against a photo they gave us.

The food and drinks in the photo match the order and the bill paid on the 21st.

- Murillo has never been to Galicia. - Ever.

Bingo!

Drinks on me. Hey, one more thing.

Before you come back, swing by the lab again.

The genius in charge has some explaining to do.

I hope you didn't have tickets to The Lion King.

Thanks, Your Honor.

Okay, I'll go through it for you. First, we clean the workstation with bleach,

and let it sit for a while.

Next, we sterilize our tools with bleach as well.

Then we use blotting paper

to clean the surface where we place the evidence.

- That's why we... - Okay, thanks for the master class!

If everything was super sterilized, how did the semen get on the T-shirt?

As I told the officers, there are only traces on pieces 11 and 15.

That information is key.

They also asked about possible contamination.

That's very likely,

since Mr. Murillo's semen was analyzed using the same method, right?

We now have two hypotheses.

{an8}One is the semen landed on the T-shirt, in the lab, but only affected two pieces.

{an8}Every piece was cut with the same scissors.

Number two?

The semen landed on the T-shirt before it arrived at the lab.

If the scissors were contaminated, there would've been semen on every piece.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

So they screwed up.

They'll never admit it 'cause they'll lose their jobs.

Well, they do admit there was contamination,

but we can't prove it happened at the lab.

The last bit's irrelevant. The takeaway is that the parents are the only suspects.

How do I explain that in court?

You think this will just slip by JJ and Garrido?

Luis, this is a big fucking flaw!

- No! - Yes, it is!

No, there are no flaws!

Just some dude that was never in Galicia,

contaminated evidence,

and two suspects without alibis that keep contradicting each other.

- Cristina. - Your Honor.

Turrientes found traces of porn on Alfonso's laptop.

Asian porn.

So photos of his daughter weren't enough for him?

He also liked Asian porn.

Well, they're just temporary files.

Who else knows?

No one yet, Your Honor.

Keep it that way.

I'm going to subpoena Basterra and Porto again.

Anything on the July 4th attack?

Yeah, Molina's on it.

Good work.

I can't wait to see Four eyes' face when I ask him about this.

- Feeling better? - Yes, thanks.

Tell me what happened.

My daughter and I picked up Asunta on our way to the beach.

Right, but how did you find out that someone attacked her that night?

The girls were arguing in the back seat, and I asked them what was wrong.

Asunta didn't want to talk,

but my daughter encouraged her to tell me.

So she told me that, while she was sleeping that night,

a man tried to strangle her.

But her mom came in to save her, and the man escaped.

I didn't believe it.

But then she showed me the marks on her neck, and...

I freaked out.

But did she specify the attacker was a man?

She said it was a man because her mother said it was a man.

She couldn't see. It was dark.

Then what did you do?

I stopped the car and called Rosario.

Maybe she just made this up, but I don't even know where to begin.

Asunta has marks on her neck.

And she told me some story about last night, and...

- Charo! Are you there? - Yes, I'm here.

We think it was a burglar, trying to get into our safe.

- What? - The safe is in her room.

We must've left the door unlocked.

LOCK THE DOOR AT NIGHT

All that matters is we're both fine. It's not like it was...

Well, no wonder she's upset!

I'm turning around.

Hey, don't worry.

She loves the beach, and that'll at least distract her.

What about the cops? Did they find anything?

I won't lie, Pilar. I never reported it.

I didn't want to upset Asunta.

You didn't report it? You need to report this, Charo.

- Go to the station right now. - Yes, you're right.

Just don't talk about all this with her.

Rosario Porto never filed a report.

Is this a joke?

Look, I can grab my phone,

change the date from the 19th to the 17th or 22nd,

take a photo, and that'll be the date the photo was taken.

- Am I right or not? - Right.

- Your average person could do it. - He's the IT expert, not me.

You can't change the date on the restaurant bill.

It's from September 21st.

Enough with the bill. That places the sister, not Murillo.

- Look at the photo. Look. - I've already seen it.

I see nothing wrong, just a bad photo.

True, the photo isn't very sharp.

- Ergo it could've been doctored. - I highly doubt it.

- Shadows, reflections... It's all there. - He's the IT expert, not me.

Please! You can do tons of crazy stuff these days.

I swear to God, that photo is doctored!

Sorry, but if they think

a bad photo and a bill are enough to exonerate Murillo...

You and I both know that image wasn't doctored.

No, I don't know that.

So what do we do?

Do we let them dismiss that his semen was on Asunta's T-shirt?

- Of course not. I'm not saying that. - Well?

- Well, we... - Go ahead.

Tell your client he'll rot in prison

because of a shitty photo. See how he feels about that.

Hello?

What?

Okay, thanks.

That son a bitch.

Malvar subpoenaed Rosario and Alfonso again.

Hi, babe.

- Can you talk? - I'm two minutes away.

- Is it important? What's wrong? - Don't mind me. I'm half asleep.

What's wrong, hon?

Well, sorry to bother you,

but it's just that the clinic called and...

And what?

What is it?

Two of the fertilized eggs made it.

We have two embryos.

They can transfer them whenever we want.

Honey, that's good news. Why didn't you say so in the first place?

You Galicians love suspense.

Well, you kept interrupting the poor guy.

I'm almost home, hon. See you soon.

Hey, congrats!

Okay. Love you.

Of course! It all makes...

Sorry for all that drama.

"Sorry"? Jesus, that's fantastic news.

- Sorry, it's just... - I knew something was up.

It's fine. Put it in first.

So that's why you wouldn't eat or drink anything.

- Duh! I didn't know... - I knew something was up.

That's amazing.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Well, don't keep him waiting. I'll take the car.

Don't give him a hard time. I know you.

- Congrats. - Thanks so much, partner.

- Go on. - Get some rest.

SEPTEMBER 30, 2013

Why are they being subpoenaed again?

Honestly, we don't know.

We've cooperated with every court order.

However, even though the evidence clearly points to Mr. Murillo,

Rosario and Alfonso are still forced to defend their innocence from prison.

Did you talk to Rosario about this? How are she and Alfonso doing?

Well, you can imagine.

This whole thing is disgraceful.

Plus, what's their argument based on?

A terrible photo taken with a cell phone, which could easily be doctored.

Not to mention that a woman like Ms. Porto wouldn't have the strength

to drag her daughter by herself and leave her on the road.

Or that there isn't even one image of Alfonso Basterra outside his home.

How odd, and how convenient,

that investigators only ignore evidence

that doesn't support Judge Malvar's theory?

Why isn't Murillo here?

Look, all I can say at the moment

is that we're very close to serving justice for that poor girl.

What do you hope to achieve by raising the charges from manslaughter to murder?

That's all for now. That's all.

The only objective, scientific, and verified evidence

is that the semen found on Asunta's T-shirt

belonged to Carlos Murillo.

Thank you. That's all.

But with everything that's come to light, the DNA...

And we will defend that until the bitter end.

Your Honor. Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to talk to you.

I'm Virginia Cabaleiro, Rosario's neighbor. My two dogs bark...

{an8}CIVIL GUARD

Get out.

Look, Ms. Porto,

why didn't you report the attempted break-in back in early July?

I already told you.

I just didn't want to upset her.

I didn't want her to be afraid of being in her own home.

They tried to kill your daughter, but you just didn't want to upset her?

Well, she said they tried to kill her. I don't think the burglar...

I mean, kids exaggerate.

I also got pretty banged up and had a huge bruise.

Ms. Porto, do you remember if you heard dogs barking?

Right before the break-in.

Sorry, I don't...

I'm asking if you remember if you heard dogs barking.

I don't remember that.

You don't remember.

Well, we have a statement from Virginia Cabaleiro,

your neighbor. Do you know her?

Yes, she lives below me.

Well, it turns out your neighbor loves dogs,

and her two are pretty yappy.

Like, when you put your key in your front door,

they bark their heads off.

See where I'm going with this, Ms. Porto?

- No. - No. They didn't bark.

Her dogs didn't bark at all that night.

They bark when they hear strangers,

delivery people, visitors, a burglar...

If it's a neighbor, they don't bark.

Your Honor,

the pre-trial investigation has no record of statements from that witness.

Either way, I object.

We can't use an animal's typical behavior to confirm if the attacker was a stranger.

I just wanted to make Ms. Porto and all those present aware of this.

Either way, it is interesting.

On another note, Ms. Porto, whose idea was it to not report it?

Was it yours, your ex-husband's? Whose was it?

I guess we both agreed to do that.

You just listen to him?

He asks you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.

Honestly, I don't know what you want me to say.

Whenever it came to Asunta, yes, of course I did.

He wanted what was best for her.

What was best for her.

Look, Ms. Porto, you may change your mind soon.

Did you know there were traces of Mr. Basterra's DNA

on your daughter's underwear?

If a man touches his daughter's things once she's of a certain age...

- What's the question, Your Honor? - You'll excuse me. It's just...

Asunta wasn't private at all about that stuff.

I mean, she didn't care if...

Oh my gosh. All the cameras are out there taking pictures of me.

Seriously?

I'll handle it.

They're taking pictures of me...

Show's over.

I'm sorry, Ms. Porto. I don't know how this happened.

Look, why don't we take a break?

Oh boy.

Yes.

My client has informed me that he would prefer not to testify.

Okay, that's fine.

Regardless, I will tell you your ex-wife was much more cooperative.

So, you're more than welcome

to provide your version of the facts I'm going to lay out.

You can decide to respond or not, Mr. Basterra. So,

were you aware of Ms. Porto's activities?

I'm referring to the fact that the day before Asunta died,

your wife spent all day with Mr. Vicente Dozón.

I imagine

she was trying to get what was lacking in her failed marriage.

Could you stick to the facts, not plain assumptions?

- You want facts? - That'd be nice.

- I'll give you one. - Lovely.

You know what we found on your client's famous laptop,

which you claim never left his home?

A file with pornography,

specifically pictures and videos of young women of Asian origin.

Consuming online porn isn't a crime, unless minors are involved.

If that's not the case,

how are my client's interests relevant here?

Come on, they're odd at the very least.

Especially if you consider Asunta's ethnicity. Right?

But let's say you're right. Let's stick to the facts.

Look...

What do you have to say about the traces of your DNA... on your daughter's underwear?

What type of DNA are you referring to?

Epidermal DNA.

Seriously, Your Honor?

Anybody who touched her clothes, while putting them away, for example...

Counselor, this is clear-cut. Look.

- Is it now? - You bet.

They both drugged their daughter.

They failed to kill her in July and were hell-bent on finishing the job.

- We have proof... - Circumstantial evidence.

- Proof. - Not proof.

Proof of drug purchases that correspond to her fainting spells,

traces of lorazepam on Ms. Porto's dress,

testimony from teachers,

the gas-station footage of Asunta's last known whereabouts,

the twine found in the Montouto house,

the vomit in the backseat of the car where the mats are missing.

- What more do you want? - All circumstantial.

Look, in my 18 years as a judge, I've never seen a case this clear-cut.

- No? - No.

- You are a vile pig. - What was that?

- You should be rotting in prison. - Mr. Basterra.

- I poisoned her? - Calm down!

- Alfonso. - Calm down, Mr. Basterra.

- I raped her? - Take him back to prison.

I'll rip your head off, asshole!

- I swear! - Don't let him get to you.

Don't you dare talk about her like that again!

- This is ridiculous. - It sure is. You got that right.

I say we end the pre-trial investigation. I have everything I need to try these two.

Based on a true story.

Parts are fictionalized for privacy and narrative pace.

Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan