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FOOTSTEPS RECEDING

CAPE SWAYING

Hey!

FILM REEL PLAYING

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

SIGHS

Bravo, Rafa! Bravo!

Bravo!

MAN SCREAMING

SOBBING

SOBBING

Fear's inevitable.

Inevitable?

I fight the bull, you fight the murderer with a gun.

It's what we do. Keep it here, where the bull can't see.

You don't ignore it?

Well, do you?

What have I missed?

Just telling Rafa how much you love him.

Oh, and I do, because our nephew is so fucking cute.

I just wish he'd get a nice steady job in an office.

The next famous Falcon.

SOBBING

Mm... Mm, another one? - No, nothing for me. I have to go.

Are you still working, little brother?

- Still working. - Papa would be proud.

See you both on the weekend.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

MOANING

CARS HORN HONKING

OBJECT CLATTERS

DOG BARKS

CAT MEWS

POLICE SIREN WAILS

Good morning!

I've got something really fucking weird for you.

Weird, ugly? - Well, let's just say it's a first.

His name is Carlos Jimenez.

- Restaurateur? - Yes.

The maid found him at 7:30 this morning.

She let herself in, and there he was in all his "gory".

Does the maid have a key? Yes.

Did she use it? Was the door unlocked?

I'll ask. She's in the hospital under sedation.

- I'll find out. - Do the cameras work?

The ones in reception.

The ones covering the garage have been broken, vandalised.

- When? - The concierge said two days ago,

but being Holy Week, they haven't been fixed.

Seal off the garage entrance.

Next of kin?

Senora Consuelo Jimenez - wife.

Much younger than her husband and now a very rich widow.

She's been staying at the Colonial Hotel.

She took the kids to school this morning.

Two young boys, age six and eight,

but, as yet, we haven't been able to locate her.

RADIO CHATTER

Judge Calderon. Falcon.

Have you been inside? - I was waiting for my experts.

Boxes.

Are they moving in or out?

Out. To somewhere even more expensive.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

His eyelids have been removed, top and lower.

Skilfully?

I'm not sure it requires skill,

just a sharp blade and a steady hand.

Why cut off his eyelids?

Because he's a sick bastard.

So he couldn't close them.

So they couldn't hide,

so he had to look, see.

You think the killer made him watch a DVD?

No, I think he made him watch a film projected onto the wall.

- A film of what? - No idea. Something upsetting.

Chloroform.

Analyse for type, then identify all suppliers and recent sales.

Let's hope it was bought in Seville.

A mistake leaving it behind.

- Evidence? - A surprise.

My father in Tangier as a young man.

The hero of Seville.

CHUCKLES

Chief?

Chief, look what just arrived. No stamp, left in the post.

Any message? A card.

"Sight lesson number two." It was marked for your attention.

Two? What happened to number one?

Playing games or he's shit at maths.

Super 8.

Processing this type of film isn't easy.

I'm on it already.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

She has a lover.

And Dad's into hookers.

Is this the film the killer made him watch?

I don't know yet.

This is recent. Boxes, packing cases...

The boxes are in exactly the same positions.

Jesus, this is last night.

He's there. The killer was already inside the apartment.

How did he gain access?

The girl?

She's looking at the camera.

She knows she's being filmed.

This girl, she's either a witness or an accomplice.

We need to find her.

Firstly, Senora Jimenez, may I say how sorry I am for your loss.

I understand you're aware of the circumstances

surrounding your husband's death.

Yes. Call him Carlos.

How well did you know Carlos? How close were you?

Are you married?

- That's unimportant. - It's relevant.

I was married.

You're separated. How long?

Six months.

You're counting.

It's a fact.

And how well did you know her, or her you?

Senora Jimenez, my failed marriage has nothing to do...

You are about to investigate and uncover everything about my life,

about my husband's life,

from our business affairs to his sordid secrets,

his prostitutes, his pornography.

Not forgetting number 17 Calle Rio de la Plata.

My point exactly.

You know I have a lover. An hour ago, he was a secret.

What's his name?

His name is Basilio Sanchez.

He is a chef at my restaurant,

and last night, he was with me at the hotel.

Until what time?

Until just before I woke the children this morning at 6:30.

Did she meet someone else, your wife?

No, she did not.

That must be hard,

that she would rather be alone than with you.

Perhaps it was the other way around.

Was it?

My point being that sometimes, even husbands and wives are strangers.

I didn't know Carlos, and he didn't know me at all.

Carlos was married previously. Are there any children?

Two, a boy and a girl,

who would now be in their mid-to-late 40s.

The last I heard, the son was living in Madrid.

- What happened to his first wife? - She died.

I had nothing to do with it.

Senora's business accounts and diaries,

we'll need to collect them sooner rather than later.

Yeah, you know that, before she changes her mind.

I'm meeting her at the apartment tomorrow.

Make sure nothing's been stolen.

Ha, just the two of you?

RAMIREZ LAUGHING

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

CAR BRAKES SCREECH

Where is she? - Top floor.

Are you sure it's the girl from the film?

I think so.

Her name's Eloisa Gomez.

One of the street girls in Alameda told me where to find her.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Eloisa? Will you open the door, please?

Will you let us come in, please?

She isn't here. Eloisa isn't here.

I'm not Eloisa, I'm sorry.

OK, that's no problem. We'll come back tomorrow.

Open the fucking door!

All right.

Ramirez!

Eloisa!

SLOW MUSIC PLAYING

TELEPHONE RINGING

Falcon.

She's gone. We lost her.

CLICKS TONGUE

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

Ramon. - May I come in?

DOOR CLOSING

It's a year on,

and a simple matter of spending time

in his environment amongst his drawings, his sketches.

It's the closest thing to being with him again.

You know what my father asked me to do, Ramon, in his will?

He asked me to make a bonfire of everything in his studio.

No.

I am supposed to pile it high and burn it.

Well, of course, the decision is yours, if that's what he wanted.

Building the bonfire's the easy part,

what's difficult is ignoring the question why.

Yes. Hm.

He was very proud of you, Javier.

He said you were his greatest creation.

I miss him.

There was a photograph in your husband's study,

a picture of my father in Tangier.

Were he and your husband friends at all?

Oh, Carlos and Francisco Falcon? I doubt it.

Carlos had no interest in anything except business

and, well, the children.

He protected the children.

It's good of you to agree to do this, so soon.

Leave us.

Have you seen this?

It's a photograph of you, but it isn't you.

- I know what it is. - Who is she?

She is the person my husband wanted me to be.

She is his first wife.

When did you find out?

Not soon enough.

It's in the past.

But what I will say is that...

..that woman... that relationship dominated Carlos's life.

His smile...

..his good humour with guests, was all fake, all of it.

Carlos Jimenez hated his life.

Carlos Jimenez died a long time ago.

SLOW MUSIC PLAYING

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

PHONE RINGS

- Hello? - It's Javier.

You changed your number.

I received a letter from your lawyer.

I just wanted to thank you about the house.

No need to thank me. Two years of a bad marriage

give me no claim on what will always be your father's house.

Now at least we can end it, officially.

Yeah.

Still walking the streets at night?

Are you really interested?

You need help.

I'll bear that in mind.

I'm guessing a friendly dinner's out of the question?

I prefer my dinner companions to be warm-blooded.

Have a good day, Ines.

It really doesn't bother you, does it?

- What? - That you have no heart.

'The anniversary exhibition

'of Seville's most celebrated artist,

'Francisco Falcon, opens in Madrid today.

'Here to discuss his work

'is his art dealer and friend Ramon Salgado.'

'Thank you. Well, Francisco is probably best known

'for the nudes he painted of his wife.'

'For me, he's the leading artist...'

How long have you worked here?

Two months.

I first applied for a job in her kitchen almost a year ago.

Didn't get it.

I asked why, when I was clearly the best candidate,

and she said it was because she was attracted to me.

So we became lovers, and I wasn't complaining.

- You've seen her? - Hm.

She's a beautiful, strong woman.

How would you describe your relationship with Senora Jimenez?

Sweaty!

It's sex.

Mm. Good sex.

BASILIO SNIFFS

He is a distraction.

The most important person in his life's himself.

- Is that a warning? - Another fact.

And who's the most important person in your life?

Your wife, still?

She would say me, and she'd be right.

- So, you left her? - No.

Then you ignored her?

I have work to do.

Have a good evening.

I'm not the person that you think I am.

Your phone's switched off.

Sorry, I'm with my family. Come in.

Jose Luis, who is it?

It's my boss.

- This is my wife, my wife's mother. - Ladies, good to meet you.

Sister-in-law.

Hello. - Hello.

My children, one, two, three.

Hello!

Canaries, also female.

- Would you like a beer? - I would, thank you.

Mama, a nice glass.

Chief.

So, while you're in Madrid talking to the son,

what do you want me to do about Consuelo Jimenez?

She has to prepare for the funeral,

which we'll need to cover.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

You'd rather question herself, right?

She isn't the sole focus in the investigation.

Well, she's at the heart of it. Only she wins.

The restaurants are a success because of her.

She does everything from washing the salad to front of house,

but they're all in his name,

and Carlos Jiminez was in the process of selling up.

Says who?

Says the lawyers of a Russian businessman

who was offering big money, and Carlos was keen to sell

until she started throwing crockery around.

But would a mother deprive her children of their father?

Would she sanction torture?

Carlos Jimenez was terrified of what was on that film.

That's what killed him.

The key's in the past, I'm sure of it.

The key is Eloisa Gomez.

I think somebody wants you.

Hey, I can see you, yeah?

I'm a policeman, I see everything, and this is police business.

- Do you want to be a cop, too? - No.

LAUGHS

Come here!

Oh! Ah!

Papa loves you. Mm?

She's having a good day today.

I'll leave you to enjoy it.

What's wrong? Is it hurting?

PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING

Eloisa.

I'm looking for Eloisa Gomez.

- I'm here. - Have you seen her?

What about me?

I need to find her, please.

I like a man who says please.

I like a man who smells nice.

Eloisa Gomez, I need to speak to her.

I'll let you kiss me.

It's important I find your friend.

If you know where she is, tell me.

Eloisa's in love.

She's... She's gone.

Found herself a talker.

He's gonna give her the moon and stars.

I'm happy for her.

The moon and the stars.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Ines!

- Calderon. - Falcon.

Esteban, could you wait in the car, please, darling?

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I hope you're not spying.

Walking, working.

How long, you and the judge?

None of your business.

You suit each other.

Yes, we do!

He does things to me you could never even dream of.

LAUGHS Ines, I'm sure he's perfect.

KEYPAD BEEPING

'Hey, uncle.'

Rafa.

Have you been in the house tonight?

'No. Is something wrong? You sound spooked.'

No, no.

An open window. I thought I might have missed you.

'You sure there's nothing wrong?'

No, I'm fine.

See you at the weekend.

OBJECT CLATTERS

HORNS BLARE

INDISTINCT CHATTER

PANTING

- Fuck! - Are you lost?

Do you have a wallet or a phone?

Wallet, phone, everything.

Piss off.

Don't let me see you again. Fuck off!

How did you know? How did you know?

BREATHING HEAVILY

Senor Jimenez, I am very sorry for your loss.

Thank you for agreeing to meet me here today.

I often come here to sit,

to remind myself of the beauty we're capable of producing.

You must be very proud.

My father thought these paintings to be

his moment of genius,

a moment he could never recapture.

But can we talk about your father and your mother?

My mother was just 14 when they met. He was 22.

- This was in Tangier? - Yes.

I was born in '67, my sister Marta two years later.

When my mother was pregnant with her third child,

my father had to leave Tangier.

He had to leave?

Had to. He was hiding... or running.

Not from the authorities.

I don't know why exactly. I never found that out.

- And your mother? - She had a baby boy.

She was fine, and Arturo was fine.

The baby.

My sister adored him, Arturo,

but we weren't allowed to leave the house.

- The hiding continued? - Yes.

All the way back to Spain, all across the south.

As soon as his instinct told him to move, we'd move.

After about five or six years of this,

he must have thought he was safe.

He was wrong...

..so wrong.

They didn't kill my father, which might have been just.

They didn't rape or murder my mother or my sister.

They did the one thing

that they knew would tear my father's family apart -

they took Arturo.

They just took him.

We never heard from him or saw him again.

I don't understand.

Was he kidnapped?

Oh, no...

..there were no demands.

No ransom was paid.

No negotiations.

My father didn't even go to the police.

Instead, he made us swear never to mention Arturo again...

..ever.

My brother was erased.

My mother did what she was told for as long as she could take it.

She killed herself,

but my father was to blame, he knew he was to blame.

So, Arturo could still be alive?

Yes.

Arturo is hopefully...

..happy and alive, somewhere.

How did you get on in Madrid?

Carlos Jimenez has a long-lost son, Arturo.

Do you think he'll attend the funeral?

Hopefully.

Ah! The Super 8 film...

It was processed at Fotogenica Labs.

He gave his name as Jimenez, no address, no description.

Paid in cash.

Your glass of milk, it was just that -

a glass of milk with almond.

- Almond? - Ground almond.

The glass was clean.

- Any idea what it was about? - No.

RADIO CHATTER

'Stay sharp.'

RADIO CHATTER

If we have cried much, it is because we have loved much.

And now, as a sign of love, let us pray.

- Our brother Carlos... - Ramon.

- ..has gone to his resting place. - Javier.

Did you know...

..that in all his restaurants,

he had to have an original Francisco Falcon?

Of course, Carlos would never approach your father himself.

- They had history. - What kind of history?

North African, Morocco.

Your father, myself and Carlos Jimenez,

we were pretty close.

Not quite the musketeers, but close.

Is there anything else I should know about my father?

I found a set of paintings,

dark, unlike anything my father has done before in his work.

Do you know of them?

- A set? - Four.

Yeah, they're numbered.

Together, they make a single painting.

He called it Pilar, after your mother.

No! That can't be right.

He did it shortly after she died. Oh, so young.

A reflection of his grief, perhaps, his loss.

Javier, please... don't have your bonfire just yet.

I need you to scoot the other side.

I'm so sorry. Bye-bye.

I'll call you soon. - Senora!

Senora, may I have a moment?

First of all, I am sorry for the intrusion.

Big ugly van, is that you? Yes.

We've been taking photographs. I thought it necessary.

I thought it disrespectful, heartless.

You don't need my permission?

No, but I will need your help to put names to faces.

I can't really say no, can I? That would be suspicious.

That would be disappointing.

ENGINE STARTS

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

PHONE RINGS

Falcon. 'Notice anything missing?'

Who am I talking to?

'Your story is my story.

'We're the same.'

LINE DISCONNECTS

KEYPAD BEEPS

Has the address of the phone trace been confirmed?

'Confirmed, 15 Calle Alameda.'

How do you know he's in there?

We don't. Here's his phone.

Small phone, big building.

There'll be a sign. We're here cos he wants us to be.

A trap?

Be ready.

POLICE SIREN WAILING

Up.

I can hear music.

It's coming from over there.

I know this.

My father listened to it.

GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING

DOOR CREAKS

It's Eloisa.

Oh, for the love of God, he's taken her eyes.

Gloves, Cristina.

Cristina!

- Another fucking sight lesson. - Number three.

"Why do they have to die, those that love to love?

"Because they have the gift of perfect sight."

Cristina, find out all you can about this place.

Sir, the paintings are...

Imitations of the Falcon nudes, as is the position of the body.

The murder of Carlos Jimenez is all about revenge.

- The past - Arturo.

Yes.

Carlos Jimenez could not bear to watch the images in that film.

He would rather have died than be reminded of it.

Is your lover still your lover?

No.

I want you to tell me what you know.

He thought she was sleeping with another man.