Original subtitles

WHIMPERS

Carlos Jimenez was terrified

of what was on that film. That's what killed him.

But it is inevitable.

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

that's what we do.

What do you want me to do about Consuelo Jimenez?

She isn't the sole focus of the investigation.

She's at the heart of it, only she wins.

My father believed these paintings to be his moment of genius.

Your father, myself

and Carlos Jimenez, we were pretty close.

Is there anything else I should know about my father?

'Why do they have to die, those that loves to love?

'Because they have the gift of perfect sight.'

I'm looking for Eloisa Gomez.

Eloisa's in love. She's gone.

Found herself a talker.

He's gonna give her the moon and stars.

'Your story's my story. 'We're the same.'

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

'The paintings are...'

Imitations of the Falcon nudes,

as is the position of the body.

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

CAR HORN HONKS

Any idea what it might mean?

He's saying he killed her because she'd seen him,

but you know it's bullshit.

- Falcon? - Maybe.

Or maybe "perfect sight" is a reference

to Eloisa seeing the darker side of people, the secret side.

I think he chose to use it for that reason.

- And the paintings? - Distraction, aimed at me.

Yeah, thought up by who, I wonder?

The murder of Carlos Jimenez is all about revenge, past.

- Arturo? - Yes.

Why now, why like this?

We have to concentrate on Consuelo Jimenez.

She had everything to gain, and nothing to lose,

except a husband we know she hated,

so she hires a killer and unleashes a madman.

Why not?

I have to say, I am more persuaded by the present.

You seem to have dismissed Consuelo Jimenez

without real consideration.

She's a suspect until eliminated, that hasn't changed.

Then, eliminate her.

The killer's an obsessive.

The sight lessons are important.

He's trying to alter the way we see things,

and we have to do the same.

Implicate or eliminate her.

Very well.

Falcon.

Do you and I need to talk about other matters?

No, I don't think that's necessary.

- You're happy? - Perfect.

Good, good.

PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

Ramon.

Javier.

A long night?

Did you know?

He painted her as a whore, Ramon, did you know?

- I may have suspected. - Why?

And he put this on display. What kind of a sick joke is that?

He wasn't himself.

How can the man who created something as pure as

the Falcon nudes take the same woman and produce shit like this?

Javier, your father was a passionate man, a complex man.

This isn't fucking passion, Ramon, it's hatred.

Why?

I want you to tell me what you know.

He thought she was sleeping with another man.

Whether this is true or not, I don't know.

Francisco believed it to be true.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

The orphanage was closed three years ago.

The building was no longer fit for purpose.

Staying there at the time, aged 15, was Eloisa Maria Gomez.

It was her home.

When we first found Eloisa

and she ran away... Yeah.

..he was there in the apartment.

She ran to save him. How do you know?

She loved him.

All I saw was the prostitute,

not the lost girl in love.

These ones I know, but some of their names escape me.

These ones, no idea.

No-one looks like they could be Carlos' long-lost son.

Maybe Arturo looks like his mother?

More coffee?

Were you never curious about what happened to her?

- What would be the point? - She dominated your husband's life.

She was the reason your marriage was a sham.

Carlos was the reason why my marriage was a sham.

Well, you must have despised him.

TELEPHONE RINGS

How did you feel about your husband planning to sell the restaurants?

Betrayed.

I'd have burned them down before I would have let that happen.

He knew that. - Senora?

How did you meet?

Through a friend, Ramon Salgado.

I used to work in one of his galleries.

He would have known of Carlos' first wife

and of your likeness. Is he still your friend?

- Yes. - Even though he didn't warn you?

Even though he hid a truth?

Well, maybe it was supposed to be a secret.

We all have them.

Enjoy your coffee while it's still hot.

Salgado, it's Falcon.

Call me when you get this message.

They're just the faces of middle-aged men.

Arturo was five-years-of-age.

If he's back, he may have been curious about you, watched you.

Are any of these faces familiar?

No.

I'd like to show them to your sister.

She's in the art therapy class.

She likes to paint, loves to paint.

A few months ago, we arranged a trip to Madrid

to the National Gallery, for Marta and a few others.

She was rather taken with your father's work.

Who arranges these trips, the clinic?

Well, we make the arrangements,

but the cost of the trip, and the art therapy,

is met by a benefactor, a local art dealer, Ramon Salgado.

That's Marta over there.

She's with her art therapist, Julio.

Thanks.

Marta?

This is Javier Falcon.

Hello, Marta.

Sorry.

Is it always the two figures?

Yes, always.

It's her private cupboard.

No, it's all right.

Is this you?

And is this...? - Arturo.

He's happy.

Yes, he's happy.

You have painted him very well... with love.

Yes, with love.

Thank you, Marta.

He's in my cupboard.

May I have a look?

It's all right, not far to go.

This is Marta Jimenez,

and Marta has something very important she wants to show us,

something very precious.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYING

FILMREEL PLAYING

What am I looking at?

I haven't seen it myself.

I think it's the Jimenez family.

Carlos and his first wife, Jose...

..Marta...

..and the youngest boy, Arturo, the lost son.

Fuck!

I've got a video of my wife in Lourdes with my daughter,

praying for a fucking miracle. Shall I bring that in?

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

He couldn't watch himself playing with the son he abandoned.

He'd rather have died than be reminded of it.

The film is sight lesson number one.

The killer had to have access to Marta.

Judge Calderon?

Who's this?

It's Consuelo Jimenez's lover, Basilio Sanchez.

The photograph is from a security camera

at Carlos Jimenez's apartment block.

The date is the morning of the murder,

two hours after Eloisa Gomez left.

MOBILE BEEPS

When he was supposed to be at Consuelo's?

Correct.

Why isn't Falcon standing where you're standing?

Eh, well, he plans to tell you first thing tomorrow,

but I'm concerned, she still hasn't been interrogated.

Questioned.

Well, me, me, I'd interrogate the stuck-up bitch.

At the moment, we need to give Falcon the benefit of the doubt.

It's his investigation.

I have to go.

Ramirez...

..thank you for keeping me informed, and making me aware.

BROODING MUSIC PLAYING

So Mama had a lover.

So what?

Good for her.

It was the last bit of fun she had before she died.

Do you remember them fighting?

- Mama and Papa? - Yeah.

- Of course. - Why of course?

Well, because that's what I remember, the shouting.

Really?

Well, you remember it too.

No, no, I don't.

You mean you don't want to.

His name was Tariq.

Mama's lover.

You must remember him.

You must. - No.

He adored you, he adored us all...

..including Mama.

I remember thinking that I preferred Tariq to Papa,

not that I'm fucked up at all.

Here he is.

Ladies and gentlemen, Seville's newest torero.

APPLAUDING

Oh, darling!

Could I grab you for a moment?

- Senor Falcon? - For you.

- Who gave you this? - A man.

- Who? - No idea, just a man.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

23rd October, 1973, Salgado came to me today.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Salgado? It's Javier Falcon.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good evening. Suddenly you can't stay away.

Do you always wear a suit?

Yes, possibly.

To make me look respectable.

And you're not?

Are you gonna pour me a drink?

Whisky, no ice.

- Are you still working? - Yes.

And drinking?

Our secret.

I'm looking for Ramon Salgado.

He was here for lunch.

How well do you know him?

Haven't we been here before?

Everything's beginning to collide, Consuelo, but not connect.

Your husband, my father, Ramon Salgado, Arturo, Eloisa...

..you.

Is your lover still your lover?

- No. - Why is that?

I was going to leave in five minutes.

I'll come with you.

I'd like that.

Are you sure you wanna sleep with a suspect?

Only this one.

MOANING

Are you leaving without saying goodbye?

No, I hadn't gotten to that.

But I do have to leave.

You're a good man, Javier Falcon.

BELLS CHIMING

Consuelo Jimenez and her lover.

I spoke to Basilio Sanchez.

He's an irrelevance.

A murdering irrelevance, by any chance?

Did you ask him why he was at the Jimenez apartment

when he should have been in the Senora's bed?

Please tell me we're at least taking this seriously?

Yes...

..and I'd like Inspector Ramirez to oversee that aspect

of the investigation.

- Really? - Sure.

More than ever, I'm convinced the truth lies in the past.

Not Consuelo Jimenez, who gave her lover a fake alibi?

What's going on, are you fucking her or what?

No.

"Tragic suicide of young wife.

"Maria Salgado found hanged.

"Salgado questioned

"in regard to the disappearance of a 15-year-old boy.

"Salgado praises local artist,

"Tariq Chafchaouni, killed in a studio fire.

"Family claim fire started deliberately."

Tariq.

My mother's lover.

"I'm worried about Salgado.

"He's losing his nerve."

TELEPHONE RINGS

KEYPAD BEEPS

- Salgado. - Ramon, it's Javier Falcon.

Javier, I apologise.

I've been out of town and not returning your messages.

I've been sent several pages

from what I believe to be my father's diary.

Ramon, he writes about you.

Javier, I'm frightened.

After what happened to Carlos, I'm terrified.

What do you know about the death of my mother's lover?

SIGHS

This all began three decades ago.

Your father helped me, and I helped your father,

and we both helped Carlos.

SIGHS

One of us should, should just have said, "No, enough."

'What did you and Francisco do, Ramon?'

We had an oath.

I tried to make amends.

I tried to make it right.

I'm sorry, Javier.

I don't understand how this has happened,

but I seem... I seem to have brought hell into our lives.

Forgive me, forgive me.

- Javier. - Ramon?

LINE GOES DEAD Hello?

KEYPAD DIALLING

What are you doing...?

Ramon?

RAMON GROANS

No.

GROANS

Please, have mercy, please. Please, have mercy, please, please.

Look, I'm a good man, I've been trying.

Oh, please, let me go.

SCREAMING

Ow, ow!

GRUNTING

Ah, ah!

GLASS BREAKING

GROANS

'Ramon, my darling Ramon.

'I simply wanted to say how much I love you,

'and thank you for making me the happiest woman

'in all the world...'

RAMON MOANS

WHIMPERS

'..on this, your special day,

'I'd like to sing for you, for you, my beautiful Ramon.'

CRYING

SHE SINGS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Ramon!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ramon! Ramon!

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Ramon, no! Ramon!

GUNSHOTS

DOOR BREAKING

Ramon.

SINGING CONTINUES

SINGING STOPS

WATER RUNNING

POLICE SIREN WAILS

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

When did you receive these?

Yesterday.

The pages from my father's journals.

Diaries I never knew existed.

The killer's got your father's journals?

Yes, he stole them from my father's studio,

and these pages describe how Ramon Salgado killed a boy

some years ago in Morocco.

A boy he was using for sex.

I guess there had been other abuses.

Do you still think it's Arturo?

No, but it's definitely someone with history from Tangier.

OK, because we now know it wasn't Consuelo's lover.

He left her to go and see his other girlfriend, a med student.

Lucky fucker.

We'll make a detective of you yet.

Our killer sees himself as a victim of Carlos Jimenez,

Ramon Salgado, and Francisco Falcon, a cabal of three.

They helped erase each other's sins.

And your father's sin is what?

I don't know,

but the killer chose to show Carlos and Ramon

not just their sins, but what they lost...

Carlos, his first family and Ramon, his wife,

and he has his own story to tell,

hopefully, before somebody else has to die.

Who might that someone be? Your father's gone.

Possibly my father's son...

..a Falcon.

What is...

What is my father's sin?

Tariq.

Tariq Chafchaouni...

..painted the nudes.

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

DOG BARKING

BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING

WHISTLES

It's your gorgeous aunt. KNOCK ON DOOR

Come to wish you luck.

Rafa?

TOILET FLUSHES Javier and Manuela.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hey, hey, you made it.

Of course we made it.

SIGHS

I didn't want you to see me like this.

Oh, it's fine, it's normal.

Eh, let's hope so.

Thank you for the flowers and the... the photograph.

It made me smile.

When did you take that?

When you weren't looking.

Is it safe to embrace now?

I think so, yeah.

Mwah!

TELEPHONE RINGS

Ramirez. It's Falcon.

I think my nephew's the target.

I want you at the bullring now,

with as many bodies as you can muster.

He'll be there.

OK, Cristina, he's in trouble, let's go.

APPLAUDING AND CHEERING

Ho-Ho!

BULL RUNNING

CROWD CHEERING

POLICE SIREN WAILS

OK, we're looking for the unusual, the unexpected.

We're looking for a needle in a fucking haystack.

Yeah.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

You take the lower two and the side, you two go upstairs.

We'll take section four. Let's go.

ALL CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

CROWD SHOUTS

I'm going to the north side.

Nothing here at the moment.

CROWD CHEERING

CROWD SCREAMING

CROWD SCREAMING

Rafa!

Chief?

Anything I can do?

The post-mortem of Ramon Salgado

found the killer's blood in his teeth.

The old boy put up a fight.

We'll be finished at his house within the hour.

My condolences.

CRYING

SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING

How's your hand?

Old men bite, didn't you know?

I guessed you'd come looking for it.

The moon and the stars.

You found it.

You stole it.

I want it back. - It's not yours to take back.

You stole it, it belonged to my mother.

Your mother was a fucking whore,

and my family suffered for years because of it.

I want it back, along with everything else

you've taken from my family, I want it all back.

Better run through a sight lesson.

Oh!

So, you knew I'd come back?

Well done.

Where is it?

Evidence.

Well, I too have evidence.

You're sitting here in place of Francisco Falcon.

Carlos Jimenez sat where you're sitting.

Ramon Salgado, and now you.

I pity you. - Don't.

Your whole life is a lie.

And yet you're the one who's fucking deranged.

Ah!

SIGHS

So your father was my mother's lover, hm?

He must have loved her dearly to give her the moon and the stars.

SHOUTS

How's your eyesight?

Perfect.

Who painted the Falcon nudes?

Who painted the Falcon nudes?

Tariq painted my mother.

Tariq Chafchaouni.

Francisco calls those paintings exquisite.

He says that only a man who truly loves his subject

could be capable of such exceptional work.

The famous Falcon nudes, painted by a nobody,

stolen by a national hero.

They killed him.

They shared in each other's kills,

and conspired to keep their wealth,

their reputations, their secrets, no matter what the cost.

They killed my father and stole his work,

not because your mother was a whore, because of you, Javier.

Read it.

TAPPING

"I killed him...

"..not because he was fucking my wife,

"not because she loved him.

"I killed him because my son..."

Go on.

"..I killed him because my son was not my son."

That's not true.

Francisco wrote it.

I'm not making it up.

My father died because of you, Javier.

You were Francisco's most precious creation, only you were not.

Just like the nudes,

you were created by my father...

..Tariq.

We're brothers, you and I.

KID LAUGHING

I lost everything while you thrived on a lie.

What...

..you don't like it?

Why? Why not?

What could be so repulsive about milk with almonds?

Well, you're the homicide detective.

If I were to put...

..a little cyanide into this glass...

..would anybody notice?

Would you notice?

Would a five-year-old boy notice...

..as he carried a warm glass,

oh, so carefully, to his mother,

not wanting to spill a drop,

wanting her to receive all of its goodness?

CRYING

See what he made you do?

Papa, hm?

You were his bullet, his five-year-old assassin.

CRYING

You were a Falcon who is not a Falcon,

a policeman who is a killer,

a guardian who let the last true Falcon die in a bullring.

You have a choice.

Like Carlos...

..like Ramon...

..you have a choice.

You can drink the milk

and leave all of this behind, or...

..you can take the gun and shoot me dead.

An intruder, a madman, and the past remains undiscovered.

Only you will know the truth,

and the world can continue to adore the great Francisco Falcon.

It's up to you, Javier.

What kind of world do you want to live in?

CRYING

Go on.

Squeeze the trigger.

SIGHING

I forgive you, brother.

Do it!

To me, he will always be Papa.

You face what you're responsible for...

..and I'll face what I'm responsible for,

and that is not the sins of Francisco Falcon.

SHOUTS

GUNSHOT

GUN CLATTERING

PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING

Men tell me things they wouldn't tell anyone else.

Homicide. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't ready.

CRYING

- Fuck off, Dad. - He's alive, that's something.

You know where your nephew might have found.

Simon is lost to us.

- I told you not to talk to me. - It's not your case, it's mine.

SHOUTS