All language subtitles for Memento Mori S01E01.eng(1)

I want to make one thing clear.

These serial killers

are perfectly capable
of telling right from wrong.

Many of them take years
to commit their first crime,

but once they do, they can't stop.

Don't be fooled,
violence is not innate in human beings.

Open the fucking register. Hurry up!

Ring this up for me.

Violence is a choice.

- Where were you?
- You didn't check the bathroom.

So, what happens in the darkness
of an individual's mind

when they begin killing
coldly and methodically?

- Call the cops.
- Shut the fuck up...

What mechanisms

are activated
to suddenly turn them into a spree killer?

Only by studying
the behavior of these subjects

can we understand

and thus prevent thousands of deaths.

What happens in the darkest parts
of the criminal mind?

NATIONAL POLICE

Forensics is still working.

- Matesanz?
- With them.

We're waiting for the judge
to take the body.

She better get here soon,
the press already knows.

Villamil.

What do we have?

María Fernanda Sánchez Santos,
from Las Palmas.

Age 24.

Her ID was in her purse.

A guy running
early this morning found her.

- Is he here?
- No.

We took his statement and he left.

He came from this way?

Yes, that's what he said.

Have him stop by the station.

- Why?
- Well,

if he came this way
when it was still pretty dark,

how did he see the body?

Jesus Christ.

Red marks on the neck.

Crushed trachea.

Facial cyanosis,

punctiform ecchymosis of the face.

It's pretty clear:

anoxic anoxia from strangulation.

Sexual assault?

I'd say no... No.

There's no signs of constraint
or a gag on the face.

- No.
- What about the eyelids?

Amputated post mortem .

Hey...

...what's with her nails?

A shitty manicurist? I don't know.

There's something inside.

What the hell is that?

There's something here.

"When the siren looks for Romeo,

her eyes turn black with lust..."

It looks like a poem.

TRANSFORMATION

Her friends know nothing.
She left on a scooter.

Have you found it?

- Not yet. Or her phone.
- Go find them.

We'll start with where she was and when.

What else?

A few months ago, the girl reported

her former partner
for domestic violence but withdrew it.

That's surely our guy.

So hurry up and find him.

Sorry to interrupt,
but the forensic report is in.

It says the eyelids
were cut with curved scissors,

likely gardening shears.

I've heard that the night

Is pure magic

And an elf invites you to dream

And I know that lately

I've hardly slowed down

And I tend to get sidetracked

The sun comes up so soon

And I am so lonely

And I'm not sorry about yesterday

Yes...

The stars light up your face

And serve as a guide...

Bunbury, he's the fucking best.

That no one can touch you...

What are you doing?

Get lost.

So, you're leaving
and want to dump this on someone.

That's not the Sancho I know.

That's not it,

but it's better if someone takes over.

When do you go to Madrid? In a month?

Two weeks.

This won't take more than a few days.
Find the ex and case closed.

Sure.

What if it's not him?

What's your gut say?

Eyelids cut off, the poem...

This isn't domestic violence.

You haven't told your team, right?

You're very strange.

- Up.
- Up, up, up.

Open, open, open.

Okay.

Open, open, open.

Go, go, go. First, second, one, one, two.

Two, two.

Get it, get it.

Go, go.

Pass.

- Let's go.
- Up, up, up.

I talked to Aunt Charo.

She's thrilled we'll be in Madrid.

Charo has always been a nag.

Hey, Marta gives you
your meds every day, right?

I told her not to come back.

What?

She was stealing from me.

Mom, please.

Remember the shepherd figurine
that was on the dresser?

Well, it's gone.

That figurine broke months ago.

You'll be happy in Madrid.

There's a place...

They'll take good care of you, you'll see.

I don't want to leave my home.

Mom, we're going to Madrid for you.

I don't want to.

That's enough, stop...

No...

Yes...

I did what you asked me to.

Go on.

Okay, I found four women named
Mercedes Mateo Ramírez in Valladolid,

but of those over 70 like you said,

none are the one you want.

Maybe she's dead.

No. There's no death certificate.

Can you give me anything else
to help me find her?

She was a cripple.

She had a prosthetic left leg.

I'll follow that lead. Give me a few days.

How's it going in that hole you live in?

Don't leave any trace.

Are you kidding me, man?

Sancho, we found the scooter.
It was in the center of town.

The phone was in a nearby trash can.

The Technology Investigation Unit
is on it.

That's where it happened. Ask in the bars,

someone saw something.

- And the ex?
- Still missing.

It's as if he just vanished.

It seems he's a shady guy.
He's called "the Snob".

- Family?
- He has none.

No parents, siblings,
or any known address.

- Find him quickly, Carmen.
- Yes, sir.

Thanks, Matesanz.

Sancho.

As we expected, not one print on the poem.

Forensics is done with this.

An individual's psychology

affects how
they express themselves, right?

And their behavior.

Similarly, if we study sayings

or proverbs,

we can learn a lot
about a group of people and their culture.

For example.

"Make hay

while...

...the sun...

...shines."

Have you heard it before?

No, right?

Write a commentary
on this proverb for the next class.

Thank you.

- See you.
- See you.

- Doctor Corvo?
- Yes.

Inspector Sancho, we spoke on the phone.

Ah, yes.

Hello. How are you?

- Did you bring the poem?
- Yes, sorry.

How did you find me?

The guys in Madrid
said you'd worked with them

- on some cases, is that right?
- Yes.

I'll analyze it and form a profile.

Can you tell me what the author did?

He is likely...

...responsible for a homicide.

Please be discreet.

Not to worry, Inspector.

Time and tide wait for no man.

Excuse me?

It means the same as that proverb.

Excuse me.

- Yes, Carmen?
- Sancho.

María Fernanda
was with her boyfriend that night.

The owner of a club just confirmed it.

Where did they go?

He doesn't know, but the guy...

...is a regular
and loves talking to waiters.

One said he works with computers

and has a warehouse
in the San Cristóbal industrial park.

Get a search warrant. I'll meet you.

Alright.

I haven't seen him in a long time.

Does he pay rent via transfer?

No, he paid the whole year upfront.

Look for pruning shears.

It seems the Snob has expensive vices.

I told you not to touch my things!

You'll learn to follow the rules.

If you scream

or try to resist,

I'll stick it in deeper.

- Antonio.
- Sancho.

So, are your bags packed?

Halfway.

- We'll see you next week.
- Next week?

Yes. Do you need more time?

Your mom has a spot
at the Alzheimer's center.

You can come any time.

I'll call this week and let you know.

- Okay.
- Bye, Antonio.

There's a woman here.

Ah, the psycholinguist.

You could have found
a 60-year-old bald guy.

Jealous, Carmen?

You wish.

Doctor Corvo.

Hello.

I analyzed the poem. Is now a good time?

Of course.

The poem is fairly vulgar.

I'd say the author is an amateur

who's chosen poetry to elevate his "work".

Can you be more specific?

For example:

"When the siren looks for Romeo,
her eyes turn black with lust.

Her song isn't a song, just gasps.

Fidelity turns to plundering,

drifting in the violent sea,

washed ashore and dead in the weeds."

It's about a betrayal.

He kills her and boasts about it,

convinced she deserved it.

So, the killer
could be a resentful boyfriend.

That's a possibility.

Would you dare...

...to create a profile?

The baroque syntax and consonant rhyme

makes me think a young man,

around 25 to 35 years old.

He has literary qualities
but studied a technical degree.

Wow.

He's a narcissist.

So, he cares
about his appearance and dresses well.

If he drives, it's a nice car.

A snob.

The boyfriend?

Jealousy makes a man rage;
he'll show no mercy on his day of revenge.

You have a saying for everything.

Paternal inheritance,

eternal sentence.

A man of proverbs,

a fag or dweller of curbs.

We have a problem.

The press found out.

Seriously?

You're sure you didn't tell anyone?

No.

Unbelievable.

I can't believe it.

God dammit...

How could I know
she's a reporter? That bitch...

How could you be so stupid?

A girl hits on you
and you tell her about the case?

I should smack you!

How the hell does the press
know about the poem?

I don't know.

Ah, no?

Okay...

When I find out who the hell leaked it,

I'll make sure
they never return to Valladolid.

Next time, watch a porno and jack off.

What the hell happened?

How could you?

Sancho, the TIU report
on the girl's phone.

No suspicious calls

and the GPS
doesn't show any unusual routes.

Fuck.

I'm meeting the parents,

we'll see what they say.

- Matesanz.
- Yes?

Let's surveil the Viudas area

to watch coke dealing.

If he's a user, he'll be back, right?

I'd say.

Go on.

Don't you have a call to make?

Do it.

Calling with more accusations?

I owe you an apology.

We confirmed the leak
came from somewhere else.

- I'm sorry.
- I see...

Well, I can email you
the rest of my notes if you want.

I'd rather talk in person.

Have you eaten?

At 6 pm?

Do I look German to you?

I could buy you...

...dinner and see your notes.

One dinner won't make me
forgive you, Inspector.

Well, not dinner, but I thought
my personal charm would be enough.

Okay, we'll have dinner.
But I pick the restaurant.

That's scary.

With this month's reduction,

Spain is among
the Eurozone countries to lower

inflation the most.

The Government says the figures confirm

that the measures taken

caused this positive change.

In any case, experts warn that next year

inflation will rise above this level,

but still be far
from the figures reached last year.

And now the incident report.

Valladolid is still shaken
after the body of a woman was found

in Ribera de Castilla Park.

Newly released information

states the woman's eyelids were cut off

and the killer hid a poem in her mouth.

In Madrid, a new fight between gangs...

The worst has just begun.

Make my day.

I am the fucking master.

Before the year 2000, there were
12 knee replacements in Valladolid.

Only five were women.

And only one fits the age you gave me.

Know what her name was?

Surprise me.

María...

...Ramírez de Mateo.
Is that incredible or what?

The bitch changed her name.

I'm sending her most recent address.

There you go. It's from two years ago.

Why would someone drink just any wine
if they can have a Ribera del Duero?

Honestly, I just...

Hey, something we agree on.

Can we have a...?

Sound good, Doctor Corvo?

This one.

Thank you.

You can call me Martina.

Is your eyebrow an occupational hazard?

I play rugby.

- That fits.
- Why is that?

- Do I look like a brute?
- No...

In fact, they say it's a villain's sport
played by gentlemen.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Shall we look at the poem?

"I'll walk among the future dead,

invisible and devoted to the delirium
of burying personal matters.

Aphrodite, born from foam,
black swan condemned to the mist."

Okay.

And now you enlighten me, right?

Well, Aphrodite is the goddess
of love and reproduction,

which is closely tied to the idea of sex.

He dresses her in black, giving it a dark,

evil tone.

With "condemned to the mist"
he refers to the idea of obscurity.

That may be why he killed her:
to condemn her to obscurity.

And the "I'll walk among the dead"?

I left that for last
because it's the most disturbing.

I think he means
he enjoyed what he's done.

And...

...he'll kill again.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Shit!

Okay. Yes, yes, okay. I'm on my way.

You're leaving me here?

I take back the gentleman comment.

I'll call you to meet again.

To read the poem or have dinner?

To do whatever you want.

He's been at the dealer's a half hour.

He fits the Snob's description.

Good. We'll wait for him.

I called two patrols just in case.

Two patrols? That's too obvious.

- Dammit.
- Dammit, Matesanz.

Get out, get out.

End of the patio, hurry up. Go!

Freeze! Police!

Leave me alone!

Come with me, Matesanz.

Fuck you!

- Where are you going?
- Where?

Police.

Come on, against the wall.

Spread your legs. Do you have anything?
Tell me. I'll find it.

- Freeze, police! Freeze! Police!
- Easy, easy.

Open up, dammit. Open the fucking door!

Look at him!

Freeze, police!

Matesanz!

Where were you Saturday night?

I went out with friends.

Until what time?

Until 6 or 7 o'clock. I don't remember.

Ask them if you don't believe me.

Did you see María Fernanda?

She came to see me at Zero.

She was mad I didn't want to stay...

...and I left with my friends.

You're leaving?

I'll stay if you call your friend Yanet

and we have a threesome.

Go to hell.

Then you met up again.

No, I swear.

I was with the guys all night.

You can ask them.

We will, yes.

But we're tracking your phone.

If you were with her,

we'll know about it.

It's pretty cold for a scooter.

What do you care?

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

Sorry,

today's just a bad day.

Things could still turn around.

- Tenerife?
- Las Palmas.

But I've been here six years.

Here.

I've never seen you at Zero.

It's my first time here.

You didn't like it?

It's by far the best club in Valladolid.

And second on my list
of the best gin-tonics.

What's first?

My house.

Wow!

Nice place.

It was my parents'.

Oh.

Did they die?

I killed them.

What are you drinking?

Surprise me.

Here.

Play whatever you want.

Sorry if I scared you.

It's my dad's office.

It's been closed since he died.

I'm sorry.

You haven't told me your name.

Marifer. What's yours?

Leopold.

To Aphrodite,

the goddess of beauty and lust.

To Aphrodite.

You keep looking at my nails.

I've been wanting
to make out with you all night.

Well, don't be shy.

Wait.

A song for every moment...

...and a moment for every song.

Mind if I smoke in here?

You can do anything you want.

Looking for your phone?

You won't find it.

But don't worry, we have mine.

What are you doing?

I want you to see yourself suffocate.

Let me go!

Stay still.

Dear Aphrodite...

Look at me when I'm talking.

Fucking nails... Fuck.

This fucking color, fuck.

Aphrodite...

Aphrodite...

Aphrodite.

Thanks for your help, Mr. Samsa.

Gutiérrez, go on.

- Excuse me.
- Don't worry.

Hi, good morning.

The Snob?

- Not our guy.
- Why was he hiding?

Because he deals coke
and knew we'd find out.

What about the guy who found the body?

I took his statement.

He just left a minute ago.

Ah, I think I saw him.

He said that?

- He saw the body in the weeds?
- Yes.

"Drifting in the violent sea,

washed ashore and dead in the weeds."

How coincidental that
he used the same word

as our poet, right?

"Weeds" isn't that strange of a word.

Yes, but he could have said
"shrubs", "bushes", even "plants".

Gregor Samsa.

Why does that sound familiar?

The Metamorphosis , Kafka.

PROTAGONIST IN THE METAMORPHOSIS,
GREGOR SAMSA

God dammit!

When a spree killer begins killing,

they can't stop.

Their brain demands a chemical reward

the same way it would
in any other type of addiction.

These substances aren't only produced
when their aim is achieved,

but, above all, during the ritual.

When they prepare the next murder.

And although they fight it,

most can only fill that void with death.

They just need a pretext to kill,

a challenge.

An enemy.

DIE, YOU OLD HAG