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I want to turn her into an Egeria.

Are you going to turn an orphan into an Egeria?

- Who's the hippie? - His friend.

Alistair Jordan.

Jordan?

An inspector from Madrid called me

to notify me of Sarah Jordan's death,

who turns out to be the daughter of my dad's best friend.

Why were you in the bookstore at 9 PM?

Do you think Sarah Jordan could have used any of these boxes

to store the Black Book of Hours?

They found blood in the crime scene,

and it was my mother's.

Lorea!

Shit!

So either you hand over a book that doesn't exist,

or someone kills a dead woman.

Ítaca Expósito.

I've worked very hard to meet those Egerias.

I don't want a book.

I want a family.

Police, open the door!

They found me, Lord.

Forgive me for what I've done.

Open!

Open the door!

We know you're there, open the door.

Lázaro, it's the police.

I'm telling you to open the door.

We won't move until you do.

Inspector Ruiz de Gauna.

Can we come in?

Please do.

We wanted to ask you a few questions.

Excuse the wait.

Had I been warned of your visit...

Have you been to Madrid this week?

No.

It's been years I don't go.

I don't like it.

Do you know Sarah Jordan?

No.

But I'm guessing you know Edmundo el Conde.

His bookstore is right next door.

Do you mind if we talk outside?

This place is very well soundproofed.

What's in there?

Old stained glass windows.

Can we see them?

They're very delicate.

Besides, I have a lot of work to do.

I don't see the point of all these questions.

Have you heard the name Ítaca Expósito?

She was a young woman of exceptional talent.

She was boarding at Veracruz School, where I was confessor.

The nuns exploited her.

They made a lot of money from her copies of the great painting masters.

Until she refused to paint again.

What about her family?

She had none.

She knew nothing outside the school walls.

So I convinced the nuns

to let her attend drawing classes.

It ended in disaster.

Because that's where she fell in love.

Please, be still.

Please.

Hi!

Hi.

You know you're terrible as a Greek statue?

I know, I can't keep still.

But I make a little money to buy my novels.

Novels?

Yes, I love to read.

- What did you say your name was? - I didn't tell you.

Give me a hint. I bet you can't guess mine.

- I bet I can. - Alright, smarty.

Gaelic name, four letters. I've already told you.

- Gael. - Well done.

I bet you anything your name isn't as odd.

Well...

I'll give you a hint, OK?

Homer's Odyssey.

- Penelope. - No, it's not that obvious.

Starts with "I".

Isla.

Think about it.

I'm a destination.

Ítaca.

Was his name Gael López de Ayala?

Why did it end in disaster?

Tell us everything you know about Ítaca Expósito.

I haven't seen her in 50 years.

Now leave.

No, we're not done yet.

What do you know about the Black Book of Hours?

I've never heard of it.

Show me what's behind that door.

It's just stained glass. If only you'd pay attention to what I say!

Then you won't mind if we take a look.

Yes, I do!

- Out! - Open the damn door!

Or we'll be back with a warrant.

Go for the warrant.

I'll wait here having a friendly chat with this gentleman.

Shit.

So, is this hidden here?

Because they're stolen objects.

Right?

Okay, you'll have to come with me to the station.

KRAKEN THE BLACK BOOK OF HOURS

Listen to me, Kraken. It is your mother.

Hand over the Book of Hours. You have seven days.

Seven days!

Or she'll explode.

Listen to me, Kraken. It is your mother.

Hand over the Book of Hours. You have seven days.

Seven days!

Or she'll explode.

Listen to me, Kraken. It is your mother.

Hand over the Book of Hours. You have seven days.

Seven days!

Coffee?

I only have two days left and I have nothing.

Just the confirmation that Ítaca and my father were in love.

What are we missing?

There's something we're not seeing.

We know Caliban wants the Black Book of Hours,

an allegedly unique and very valuable book.

All signs point to the victims having found it.

He killed them,

but couldn't find the book.

That's why...

he kidnapped my mother and called me.

And if he's telling the truth and she is your mother,

it's something nobody knew.

Not even you.

That means it's connected to your family history.

The shipping records for the Montecristo bookstore.

According to this,

Edmundo sent the book that killed Sarah.

And does it make sense

that Edmundo killed Sarah and then someone killed him

using the same modus operandi?

It's possible.

Maite, request a signature analysis, please.

Lorea, as an intern, could have forged the signature.

Her escape, for me, makes her the prime suspect.

And there's also Goya,

the widow betrayed by her husband and her best friend.

Well, we don't really know. That's what Juan de la Cuesta says.

- But it could be. - It's possible.

She'd be second.

Then there's also Telmo,

who seems to be her bodyguard.

He'd also be on the list.

I can't figure her out.

It's as if she shifted personalities as it suits her.

She's weird.

And looks at you in a weird way.

I really appreciate you coming, Goya.

- You call me by my first name. - Thank you.

Could we speak somewhere else?

- I only have five minutes. - Okay.

Rafa.

Can you take it to Restoration, please?

I saw you at Sarah Jordan's funeral in Madrid.

You were with some women.

They were five. You left together.

- I'd like you to tell me about them. - I don't know what you're talking about.

I arrived alone and I left alone.

Are you sure?

What are you implying?

Nothing.

Nothing.

One last thing.

Were you aware of the rumors about a romantic relationship

between Sarah and your husband?

Sarah was smarter than me.

The only thing they shared was the search for rare copies.

I see.

Out of curiosity...

You're a teacher or something now, right?

Why do you keep acting as if you were an inspector?

Someone who goes by the name of Caliban has contacted me.

He claims to be holding a woman who says she's my mother,

and threatens to kill her if I don't provide that black book of hours.

It's all very strange.

But I can't just sit back and do nothing.

Unai,

I don't think that book exists.

Obviously, you're being deceived.

By who?

Why?

All I know is that this business is full of lies.

- Telmo. - Yes.

Can you show the gentleman out, please?

Of course.

The nuns didn't notice, as always.

And we met up again this afternoon.

So there I was, holding hands, looking into each other's eyes

and he tells me he's been into me since we were kids.

Mikaela, get up.

What time did you get back last night from your walk?

- A bit late. - A bit?

At 22:45.

I was with my father, on a family matter.

Good.

Tell your father to send me a written proof.

My father will beat me up.

He will kill me. You don't know how he gets.

What will I do?

He's going to kill me.

Come on, girls. Come on, quick.

Come on, keep moving.

Come on.

WRITTEN PROOFS

MY DAUGHTER MIKAELA G. WILL BE ABSENT TOMORROW FOR A MEDICAL APPOINTMENT

What are you doing?

What did you put in there?

MY DAUGHTER MIKAELA G. WAS LATE DUE TO A FAMILY MATTER

Inspector.

The results of the calligraphic analysis of the shipping note.

Confirmed, the signature is forged.

I'm going to pay a visit.

Aupa, aitona!

Hey, Unai!

It's going to rain.

You think so?

This leg. It's been giving me trouble all day.

Today I went to Laguardia to see Deba.

You're a...

You shouldn't drive.

Who said that?

I'm old, not dumb.

Deba gave me this for you.

She made it.

My birthday.

She said it's been some time you don't see her.

I want to keep them out of this madness.

I need to know they're safe.

Right now, the best way to protect them is to stay away.

Are you sure about what you're doing?

- I have no other option. - There's always another option, Unai.

Always.

Hey!

Well,

So what's so important you need to tell us?

So you never met any Ítaca?

No.

And Goya?

Neither.

Did you know my father worked as a live painting model?

What an idea, Unai.

"As a model."

Your father had to do many things to make a few pennies,

but modeling?

And do you know if, before Marta,

Dad had any other girlfriends?

I don't know.

He was away for a while,

and I suppose he met a lot of people, but...

nothing important. Otherwise she'd know something, right?

I want to help you, Unai.

But my head...

Don't worry, Grandpa.

And sorry for all the questions.

The last thing I want is for this to affect you.

It's as much of your business as it is ours.

In the end,

we're talking about our mother.

And that book, where are you looking for it?

How can I help you?

The last known owner here in Vitoria was Casto Olivier.

The Oliviers.

The playing card company?

Yes, they were a wealthy family,

well-known and respected here in Vitoria.

But during the 70s they had to sell everything off

because things didn't go too well for them.

Except for that building where the playing card factory was,

near San Antonio.

Maybe that bloody book is there.

I don't think so, Grandpa.

But thank you.

I'm going to take a nap, okay?

Hey! Here come the beers!

A cocktail? You never even finish it!

Ibai Etxebarria?

You kept that quiet!

Inspector Estíbaliz Ruiz de Gauna.

You snot!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

- Hands behind your back. - Go to hell!

You're coming with me, smartass.

No, damn it!

Stop, damn it, you're hurting me.

- Let go! - Shut up.

Let go, damn it!

Film it, film it!

- Film it, please! Film it! - I'm a policewoman.

VERACRUZ SCHOOL

Come on, you're running behind.

I want a commission.

What are you talking about?

You will make a lot of money from this, and I deserve a commission.

I work hard.

That's not happening.

Then I'll destroy the manuscript.

You won't do that.

You fool!

I promised this bestiary for next week!

I'm a slave locked within these walls.

Always the same clothes, eating the same food.

Enough!

I've offered you a place in the Egeria circle. What else do you want?

Enough of the Egerias, I couldn't care less!

- You don't understand. - Then explain it to me!

Sit down.

Sit down, please.

I haven't always been a nun.

My father was a very wealthy man. We traveled all over Europe.

I had a privileged life.

But the Black Book of Hours

changed my destiny.

What happened?

My father became obsessed until he managed to get it.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

But Casto Olivier wanted it too,

and killed my father to get his hands on it.

I was left alone,

without a penny.

and I joined the order waiting for my moment.

I'm still waiting for it.

A 10 %.

50.

I won't give you 50. It's not realistic.

12.

20.

Agreed, 15.

You've changed.

- Hi. - Hi.

How pretty!

It's new.

Well, where do you want to go?

I don't care, I don't know anything.

- You don't know Vitoria? - No.

But where have you been all this time?

In prison.

What?

It doesn't matter.

Shall we?

Let's go. I'll show you around.

He won't break down.

No.

He has a high opinion of himself.

And doesn't accept female authority.

You know what you have to do.

I'll use it to our advantage.

I almost didn't catch you.

You're fit, aren't you?

If I hadn't crashed, you'd never have caught me.

Do you know Lorea?

Lorea?

She works at the Montecristo bookstore.

Is she your girlfriend?

I don't date fives.

You prefer the nines and tens.

For example.

And she's a bit of a nerd.

Yeah.

A little.

Right.

But since you go on the bike together, people talk.

- They say you're dating. - Fuck off.

- Yes. - No.

It's just business.

Business?

You don't have to be ashamed.

- What are you saying? - If you're dating, it's fine.

- You can say it. - No.

It's just...

She gets some money in my account and she gives me a cut.

OK?

Who?

- Why in your account? - The hell I know.

She gives me my part and that's it.

Ask her.

I'd love to, but...

...she's disappeared.

And the last person who has seen her...

is you.

I don't know shit about that girl, OK?

I wanna go home, damn it!

You can't hold me like that!

I'm gonna sue you.

Stop.

Sit down.

- I wanna go to my damn home. - Sit!

And calm down.

Lorea is a suspect in two murders.

What...?

And that's makes you her accomplice.

I really want to help you, but...

looks complicated.

What are you saying?

No way. Look, Lorea is a supershady chick.

Crazy bitch.

I just lent her my account, that's it.

I don't know anything else.

You don't know anything else, right?

I see.

It's just a shame to throw away

your youth in prison because of a five.

What a pity.

Do you know what you are in prison, Ibai?

You're a ten.

I have nothing to do with it.

Look,

all I know is some guy gave her a phone to communicate.

And paid her to spy on her boss.

I really don't know anything else.

You have to help me.

You have to help me, please.

Do you know the number of that phone?

Yes, I have it.

We have Lorea's phone geolocation.

- I'm coming with you. - No.

- Esti, come on. - No, man. No.

Esti, please.

Esti, for fuck's sake!

OK.

But you stay behind us.

Remember you're not on active duty.

- Yes. - OK.

Get him a vest.

This is the old factory of the Oliviers.

There, don't move!

Unai! No!

Stop, Unai!

Fuck it!

Unai!

Marta, call an ambulance.

Unai, wait!

- Where's Caliban? - Easy, easy.

- Where's Caliban? - Calm down. No, no, no.

- Leave! Leave! - Easy.

- Leave! Don't point at me! - Drop the gun.

- Go, stay out of this! - OK, OK. Calm down.

- Get out of here, please. - Lorea, Caliban has deceived you.

- I know. - Where is he?

- I don't know. - He said he'd come, where is he?

But I know he lied to you. Listen to me.

He took advantage of you. It's okay.

Listen to me, Lorea, we can fix this.

- Listen to me. - Breathe.

OK?

Easy.

Listen to me.

I didn't kill him, I swear I didn't.

- Easy. Listen to me. - I'll shoot myself!

- No, no, no! - I'll shoot myself!

Listen to me, think of your parents. Don't do this to them, please.

Think of your parents.

Trust me. Look at me, look at me.

Easy, easy. Calm down.

Let me help you. Trust me, please.

- My mother. - It's okay. Calm down.

Please, calm down.

- I didn't kill him! I didn't kill him! - OK, OK.

I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him. I didn't kill Edmundo, I swear.

- I know. - I swear I didn't kill him.

It's okay, it's okay.

We can't talk to her until the lawyer is here.

- We have to wait. - There's no time.

Man, it's just as always. We just have to wait.

Right. Sure.

Calm down.

Lorea will tell us who Caliban is.

Today is the last day he gave me.

- He will kill her! - Listen, that guy

wants the book.

Without Ítaca, he has nothing.

Right.

Everyone I care about dies, for God's sake.

- It's like I'm cursed. - What are you saying?

Hey.

Unai.

Do you trust me?

I know what you need.

Feeling better?

- Yes. - I told you it would be good for you.

I don't want to burden you with all of this either.

What?

I completely understand.

I wouldn't do any better.

You would.

- Really, sorry. - What are you saying?

- What a beautiful bracelet. - Yes.

I'm gonna...

- Did your daughter make it for you? - Yes.

I haven't seen her in days.

She's very small. She doesn't understand why I'm not home.

She'll understand with time.

I hope so.

Esti...

We're a team.

You'll always be there for me,

just as I'll always be there for you.

That's the way it is.

Always.

I think my biggest dream is to have my own bookstore.

That way you'll be surrounded by books.

And you can read your favorite authors whenever you want.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

How can you not know?

No, I don't know.

I guess that...

since they've always decided everything for me, I've never thought about it.

Well, you need to start dreaming, Ítaca.

Wait, there are too many people here, we can't...

Okay.

Come.

Ítaca Expósito!

Back to the school.

Find me in the park.

Shame on you, Ítaca Expósito!

You won't go out again for the rest of your time here.

- Did you hear me? - But...

Not a single word!

What a disappointment.

We never should have taken you in. Is this how you pay us back?

Get out of here!

Out!

Don't let those witches get to you.

You can handle them.

Hello.

Inspector Kraken, the deadline is up.

Do you have the book?

The last owner was Pedro Bardel, who bought it from Casto Olivier

as part of his entire library in Vitoria.

You don't have it.

Let's be realistic.

You're a bibliophile and you haven't found it,

and you expect me to find in seven days a copy

that experts say doesn't exist.

You don't want to kill Ítaca, you want me to get it for you.

Too late.

I'll do it.

Give me seven more days and I'll get it.

Come on, you're smart,

you know when to negotiate in your favour.

I'll give you four more days.

Or Ítaca will die just like Sarah Jordan.

Sarah?

Do you admit being responsible for her death?

Mencía.

I need you to do something.

- Mencía. - I'm inside.

I still don't know why I'm doing this. This is not procedure nor protocol.

You need to find the bookshelf.

Which bookshelf?

This place is full of bookshelves.

I don't know, the one at the back. I think it was at the back.

It's a wooden bookshelf.

Look to the left.

That one?

That one! That one!

There should be marks on the floor. Look for them.

I see them.

You need to move it. Pull it, look for some kind of mechanism.

What do you see?

Mencía, what do you see?

Inspector!

Mencía!

Holy shit.

There's blood.

A lot of blood.