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Still don't know who I am?

- Ah! - I'm sorry, ma'am!

- I wasn't holding on tight. - It was my fault.

I got distracted and didn't look.

I'll take the cart to your house.

No, I live right here.

I can help bring it up.

Thanks, dear, no need.

Hold on...

- Could he be disguised? - I'd bet my house on it.

We need an expert to do one of those drawings.

- On it. - What about his phone?

Turned on twice. The day of the murder

and the morning he came here.

He removed the battery to obstruct the search.

Check the footage,

see if he left any prints.

Boss, I've got something.

I decided to take a look at nearby CCTV.

The ITU just sent this. It's the camera from a bank.

- Shit, it's him! - There he is. Just wait and see.

What a fucker!

He realized there was a camera.

- But it's strange... - Why strange?

Why stop like that if there was a camera?

How do I know?

Boss, if you're okay with it,

I'll go where we found Mar�a Fernanda, see what I find.

Good. Come on.

Off to work.

Well done, Matesanz.

WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK IT WAS ME?

A CRIME LIKE THIS WHERE YOU LIVE?

IT WASN'T PREMEDITATED.

PLANNING, PROCEDURE AND PERSEVERANCE. HAVE YOU ALREADY FORGOTTEN?

NOTHING LINKS ME TO IT.

PROMISE ME IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.

Thanks.

Yeah?

I brought some churros.

Oh, yeah?

Very nice. Do you also bring news

or do you just care about my cholesterol?

We've got a suspect.

Oh, yeah? Does he fit my profile?

Like a glove.

He calls himself Gregor Samsa.

Any thoughts?

Kafka. Interesting.

Father-child relations. Anguish. Suffering.

Well, Gregor Samsa is a symbol of transformation.

Perhaps our murderer kills because he's become something else.

A predator, perhaps.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Have you seen this man around?

- No, sorry. - Thanks.

Sorry, one question.

Have you seen this man around?

No, not around here.

Mind if I come in?

Of course not.

- Thanks. - No worries.

Excuse me.

I'm Carmen Montes,

deputy police inspector.

- Have you got a moment? - Yes.

Have you seen this man around?

It's not very clear.

It's all we've got.

I've never seen that guy.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Could you put on the glasses?

- Morning. - Morning.

Mej�a wants you in his office.

- Get anything in the park? - Nope.

No one recognized him.

Yeah, it would've been too easy.

So, did the psycholinguist forgive you?

Yes, but I had to persuade her with some churros.

Careful, she's very pretty.

So are you and I've survived your charm all this time.

Because you're dumb.

Did you buy that?

The face you made, Sancho.

Get out of here.

- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

This is Armando Lopategui. Criminal psychologist, an expert

- in the criminal mind. - I've read his stuff.

- A pleasure, Lopategui. - Scarface.

You can call me Scarface.

I don't need to explain the nickname, right?

He's helping us with the case.

Just for one murder?

But you're a serial killer expert.

He spoke to Castille and Leon's superior chief

who decided that he should help us.

There's a body and the perpetrator's free.

Start working together.

Has there been any progress?

What have you heard, sir?

If we're collaborating, don't call me sir.

I'm up to date on everything, as of 10 am today.

So you know about Samsa...

Yes. Yes, that I do.

I know it took you two days to realize that Gregor Samsa is

the protagonist's name in Kafka's Metamorphosis .

I'm cracking up.

You don't read much here?

I say that because when he visited the police station,

you could have arrested him.

It pisses me off too, but he's right.

Where should we start?

Let's pick up where we left off, okay?

Two types of phenomena,

phonological and phonetic.

Write it down now, or I'll just leave it

on the board if you want...

Sorry. Eh...

You could have told me that the doctor was a hottie. Holy shit!

So, from what I understand,

based on the poem and choice of Samsa,

this guy must have suffered a serious trauma,

which turned him into what he is.

Someone who has antisocial personality disorder?

And a murderer.

So, you think he'll kill again.

Well... I'm afraid so.

- But you're the expert in psychopaths. - You don't think so?

Well, I don't think it was a crime of passion.

But that doesn't mean the killer won't try to do it again.

Hurry up in catching him, Sancho,

to avoid the morgue filling up.

Well, let's grab some food, it's about time.

Doctor, you're coming with us, right?

No. I'm staying here, I've got things to do.

Besides, I got churros this morning.

Ah.

Excuse me a moment.

Your analysis really impressed me.

Shit...

Why did you go out alone?

I've told you to go out with someone.

Yeah. Blame those high sidewalks.

I don't know what I did, and "wham".

How long have you had a beard?

For 15 years, Mom.

Ah.

It looks good.

When health services picked her up,

she had no idea where she was.

- She can't be alone. - Yeah.

I'm considering moving her to a home in Madrid.

Don't wait too long.

With the fall, the hospital, she gets confused more.

Sancho, this will only get worse.

- Whatever you need. - Thanks.

Can I help you?

I came to pick up a Love of Lesbian concert ticket.

I'm Leopold.

Just a second.

You got a ticket for the upcoming concert?

But they sold out in two hours!

How did you do it?

I bought it from this guy for twice the price.

I've never seen them live.

You'd like them.

I know, dude.

I'd die to go!

I'll buy it off you! I'll pay double what you paid.

No fucking way.

Triple!

Even if you paid me 10 times more, I wouldn't sell it.

Go fuck yourself!

Fucking city!

I hate this rain!

Have you already calmed down?

That's me, explode and move on.

Enjoy the concert, man.

Thanks.

Want some?

No.

You don't look like a Lesbian fan.

- Ah, no? - No.

So what do I like?

Shakira...

Amaral, maybe.

Here you go.

You're kidding.

No.

How much?

Nothing.

You're just giving it away?

No.

I got another one.

If you wanted to impress me, well done.

You owe me a drink.

Boss, look who's here.

Unbelievable.

Sancho, you already know Bragado.

We worked in Intelligence together in Bilbao. Remember?

Yep. I try to forget.

Little Sancho, as rash as ever.

You're just as fat.

I see you get on well.

Why is he here?

I'll take over when you're in Madrid.

Inspector in the capital!

Go little Sancho.

Well, I'll leave you to talk.

If you need anything, you know I'm here for you.

He's applied for your job.

How does he know about Madrid?

He worked here for years. He knows everyone.

- Here in the HR department. - Come on, Mej�a!

You're the one going, okay?

I get it's a big step for you, but we're left hanging,

so don't get carried away.

Don't tell me who can and can't lead the investigation.

While I'm here, this remains my case.

You said it. While you're here.

A song for every moment...

...and a moment for every song.

Mom...

Bravo

Let me applaud you for your way of hurting

My feelings

Bravo

I'll say it again

For your false and infamous oaths

All...

That which I gave you when we were alone

So beautiful

Who would have thought That you would turn it

Into suffering?

I hate you so much

That I myself am frightened

Of my way of hating

I wish

That after you die

There'll be no place for you

Mom, hell

For you is a heaven compared to your soul

Listen to me

And may God forgive me

For wishing your death

Keep calm

Mom.

I hate you so much

That I myself am frightened

Of my way of hating

I wish

That after you die

There's no place for you

And you can't even rest in death

Bravo

Let me applaud you, for your way of hurting

Do you think, Mr. Lopategui,

we're dealing with a mental illness?

No.

Psychotics operate differently, burdened by a mental disorder.

However, sociopaths or psychopaths

act consciously.

The guy we're facing could appear to be an ordinary person.

Well, that's scary.

Well, the drama of hunters and the hunted

is life's natural cycle.

A timeless ritual.

And cutting off the victim's eyelids

and writing and putting a poem in their mouth is too?

Carmen.

No, but it's a sign of sophistication.

- Could it indicate they'll kill again? - Well, we're not sure.

In any case, we can't assume that we're dealing with a serial killer.

What does your experience tell you?

Well, let's see.

Some serial killers have been mistreated in their childhood...

...reproducing such experiences on others

when they reach adulthood.

They clearly distinguish between good and bad...

...but cannot empathize or feel any sort of guilt.

When they act, it's completely consciously

and they enjoy it.

For them, other people are no more valuable

than any old object.

That's it.

When we understand their motivation,

we'll know how to provoke them so they mess up.

So they need to kill again.

Let's not let it get to that.

Stop messing around.

We're in Valladolid. We don't have nutjobs like that.

Have we got the sketch yet?

Very nearly.

Good, when you do, hand it out so everyone and their dog has it.

If he sets foot outside,

arrest him, even if it's by the local police.

That's not a good idea.

It could raise alarm.

And it could also make the killer

change their appearance.

Lopategui, can you come with me, please?

Yes, of course.

See you later.

Yes?

This guy's a legend. A fucking legend!

I'd rather you call me Armando or Scarface...

Don't piss me off.

Don't undermine me in front of my team again, okay?

I'm leading this investigation.

If you can be quiet and follow my rules, fine.

If not, I'll call a cab to take you to the airport ASAP.

- Anything else? - Yes!

If you've got new, exciting theories about serial killers,

psychopaths or whoever,

- you tell me, alright? - Okay, okay.

Can I say something?

Ed Kemper, Ted Bundy,

Montie Rissell, John Wayne Gacy, H. H. Holmes,

and El Arropiero here in Spain.

They were all killers,

meticulous hunters who smelled fear and fed on it.

They enjoyed killing, of course, but they also liked to provoke

and when they detected the slightest weakness

within the police, they went for the jugular

and they became more cruel and more efficient.

Do you mind?

Ay!

That's why we can't give our killer the upper hand.

We must act intelligently.

Look, Sancho, you can get as swell as you want with me,

it doesn't bother me.

But to hunt this person down,

you'll have to swallow each and every one of my outbursts

and my bullshit, know why?

Because you need me.

Still don't recognize me...

...Mom?

I can't understand.

Oh...

If I remove the sock,

you may start screaming like crazy.

When I was taken from you...

...I bounced from home...

...to home.

In theory, to help me recover

from the little traumas you caused me.

But it didn't work, Mom, I'm sorry.

I'm still that monster you created.

You okay?

You don't look well.

Let's put the bag on.

Jesus Christ.

Like that...

...nice and still in your place.

I've never asked for anything...

...but today I want to.

I want you to say sorry to Gabriel.

You won't apologize?

You have no idea what it was like.

You turned his childhood into a living hell.

He never knew what you were planning to torture him.

Do you realize...

...what it's like to live like that?

Gabriel's waiting.

Fine.

As you wish.

You're going to learn to respect the rules.

If you scream...

...I'll dig deeper.

I have a confession to make.

Your apology doesn't matter.

You'll still die.

I just wanted to see how much you could handle.

Memento Mori.

Don't know Latin?

"Remember you'll die".

You're out of time.

I'm going to explain in other words so you understand.

Though I doubt you will.

A little man appeared to have died.

He wanted to be alone.

His little heart stopped for hours,

so they pronounced him dead.

He was buried in wet sand...

...with a music box in his hand.

Say bye to Mom.

She's leaving.

Sorry,

- do you have a cigarette? - Of course.

- Sancho. - Martina...

Sorry, it's just...

What's happened?

No, no. Nothing.

I just wanted to ask you if...

- All good, Martina? - Yes, yes.

Tell me, Sancho.

This is a bad time.

No, no, you can call whenever.

No, no, honestly.

I won't bother you. We'll talk later.

Excuse me, miss.

Sorry.

I got caught up at work and couldn't come earlier.

Is that your way of apologizing? With excuses?

How should I do it?

Buying me a drink?

Of course.

But somewhere else.

Where?

Let me surprise you.

Wait. Leave it, I love this song.

- What are you doing? - Finding the lyrics.

Sorry. I got scared.

Wow, what a cool house.

Shall we?

Let's go.

Thought you didn't smoke.

Not what you smoke.

A song for every moment...

...and a moment for every song.

Hello?

- Why are you so early? - I could ask you the same.

Just downloading movies, my WiFi at home sucks.

What's the matter?

This case is destroying me.

How's your mom?

Recovering in the hospital.

- I don't know, this disease... - Sure.

Want to get coffee?

- Okay. - Okay.

You can explain why you're the only one here

who hasn't flirted with me. I'd have loved to turn you down.

It's strictly business.

What, now you follow the rules?

Does that apply to the psycholinguist?

- Bitch. - It was too...

Sancho, Carmen. I'm glad you're here.

- I was about to call. - What is it?

They found another body.

What are you doing?

Looking at you.

Why are you dressed?

Come here.

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