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MADRID.JANUARY 1ST, 1982. LA MILAGROSA HOSPITAL

How are you? Hello.

That's right.

Yes...

The same to you!

No, not now. Afterwards.

See you.

What's wrong?

Lola, beautiful...

Let's see...

THE UGLIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD

MADRID, FEDERAL DISTRICT. NEW YEAR'S EVE 2010.

Request authorization for landing.

Roger. This is Gilson base. Transfer security codes.

- Transferring. - We've detected two "Micks".

Checking.

Let's get them!

Change the channel...

Channel 10.

Three!

Two!

One! Happy 2011!

Happy New Year

to you, to your families,

and to all the loved ones you're celebrating

this moment with. No one could

feel lonely on a night like this. Today is

the first day of the rest of your life.

Channel 10 sincerely wishes

your dreams come true this year.

RETIREMENT HOME

What?

I'm going to bed.

I'm not up

to this kind of thing anymore.

I've immortalized you!

- See you tomorrow, God willing. - Bye.

The truth is she's not bad.

I'd love to...

Happy New Year, Lt. Arribas.

Not really happy...

- Hello, Lafuente. Where's Pelayo? - Inside.

- Should I come with you? - Stay here.

Hi, boss.

Sorry to ruin your New Year's Eve party.

What's the story, Pelayo?

It's pretty bad.

I've never seen anything like it.

What's with the mustache?

I'm Clark Gable.

I was at the costume party and I didn't

have time to change.

It's a shame, because there was this tall blonde

dressed as a lion tamer...

Thank God I got her phone number.

"They" did it, officer.

Who are "they"?

- The Smurfs. - Don't follow me, ma'am.

Get them out of here.

I was telling them it's against regulations...

How do they find out? Who tells them?

The cop who gets the call.

Anything to make ends meet.

- Give me the facts. - Yes, boss.

The victim was Lidia Rovira.

82 years old, a widow, with no

close relatives.

This is her room.

Get me the tape from that camera.

What camera?

Come out, boys. The lieutenant wants to take a look.

Le�n, you must have one hell of a stomach.

It's just a snack.

Pure carnage, Arribas. The body was destroyed.

Burned, right?

What are these stains, Doctor? Semen?

Could be. But it doesn't look like she was raped.

She still has her pantyhose on.

Give me some tweezers.

Find out when

her birthday was.

I want to question everyone here tomorrow morning.

Boss,

who could do such a thing?

They must have been soaked in blood.

Never lose it, Lolilla.

Always keep it with you.

It will protect you.

The others make fun of me.

- Why? - The call me "the Malaysian Fetus".

Ignore them, Lolita. You're a beautiful little girl.

Now go out and play.

And show them how brave you are!

Yes, mother.

FEDERAL POLICE

What the hell would I know?

Who'd brutally torture

a poor old woman, stab her to death,

disfigure her,

dismember her, and then just walk away like nothing

had happened? Who could be

so cruel and merciless?

A banker, perhaps?

The Social Security Administration has hired killers

who liquidate helpless old people in order

to save their pensions. They killed Lidia.

Once she told me inner beauty

was the most

important thing in life.

When she was young,

she was very pretty.

Was she wearing this brooch?

If not, take this photo to all

the pawn shops.

That's the last one.

You're still Clark Gable?

Me?

No. Remember the lady lion tamer?

She said the mustache was sexy.

Any suspects

in this case?

None of the old people?

It was an outside job.

Where's the security

camera tape?

We can't find it.

You can't find it?

- It disappeared. - The autopsy, boss.

Someone hated that old lady.

The medical examiner said

the stains weren't semen.

They were wax.

Dried wax.

- Dried wax? - Dried wax.

Pelayo,

get me that damn tape.

And some coffee.

- With cream? - Black.

Lieutenant, Channel 10 says they

have an exclusive.

Happy New Year. We hope you started it on the right foot.

Do�a Lidia Rovina didn't. She was brutally murdered last night.

As we have announced, Channel 10 has exclusive

footage from the security camera in the retirement home,

the scene of the crime.

Though police Lt. Arribas

has not commented on it,

this woman dressed as a nun is the principal suspect...

- One hell of a nun. - Champagne, please.

They know who she is?

You can barely see her face. It could be anyone, even you.

The President of the Republic

sat down last night before our cameras to read

his New Year's address.

Citizens of Spain,

my fellow republicans, I'd like...

Fucking politicians.

The check.

It's already paid for, miss.

Got a cigarette?

You know what I was thinking?

You must have

been a beautiful little girl.

Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!

- Ugly! Ugly! Ugly! - Miguel's it!

Kiss the fetus!

Kiss her! Kiss her!

Okay. Forget it.

Give me a forfeit. I won't kiss her.

- No way. - If you won't kiss her...

- He has to show us his pecker! - Show us!

But not to the fetus.

To the fetus, too.

To everyone but the fetus. Come on!

You look familiar.

You just fucked me, remember?

That's a good one!

Are you famous? I've seen you on TV.

All right.

Okay, fine.

What are you waiting for? Go.

Start...

If you know this woman,

call the number on the screen.

The Federal Police.

Back.

Stop.

Forward.

Stop.

Amplify center.

More.

Print.

Soon on Channel 10,

the Miss Spain Beauty Pageant.

52 incredible women will vie

for the only crown in our 3rd Republic.

The Miss Spain

Beauty Pageant. Here on Channel 10.

Police!

You know her?

It's her. No doubt about it.

Where is she?

Come closer.

In the Almudena Cemetery.

The cemetery?

She died 5 years ago. The bitch has come back

from the dead to get me.

Is it the nun thing?

Yes, Ma'am. You recognized her?

I think so.

It's a TV game show.

I have to guess who

it is. What's the prize?

Sorry to keep you waiting. How can I help you?

A colleague of yours

already called about the Christmas raffle.

Dr. Werner,

do you know this woman?

I don't think so. No, I don't.

You called yesterday

and said you did.

At exactly...

seven thirty- two.

Must be a mistake.

It was from this office.

Who else could

have done it?

I don't know. Anyone.

I spend a lot of time outside.

The switchboard records

all calls.

Should I get the tape?

Wait...

All right.

I called you.

So you do know her.

It was a mistake.

I thought it was a nun that came here

asking for alms two months ago.

Nuns are like the Chinese. They all look alike.

Are you sure?

Completely. At first I said no because I felt embarrassed.

You must get a ton of ridiculous calls

in these cases, right?

I'm sorry to have wasted your time.

We won't bother you any more.

We can find our way out.

Where's your mustache?

Remember the lady lion tamer?

It was

a disguise.

It's not that I thought I'd met a lady lion tamer...

but, well...

Not a lady lion tamer,

nor a lady secretary, or cook, or anything.

Unemployed?

No, he's a civil servant in the tax ministry.

What's wrong with that?

With civil servants? Nothing.

But "he's" a civil servant.

"He", as in

"a guy". You understand now?

Lola, Lolilla, my Lolilla...

My beautiful girl.

- You'll wear me away. - And you always

thought you were ugly!

You were always a beautiful girl.

Seen with the eyes of your heart.

The others have never been any good.

So, tell me. How are you? You must be married by now.

I can't find the right man.

Are you asking for too much?

I only want to be loved. To be truly loved.

Always keep it with you.

God bless you, Lolilla.

Take care, mother.

Surprise them. Show the world what you're capable of.

I'll try to.

Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest girl?

"You, Lola. You're the most beautiful woman on earth".

Hi, Cinderella.

I'm the big, bad wolf.

Wrong fairytale, man.

Hers is wrong.

It should be "The Ugly Duckling".

"The Shrimp Woman".

You eat everything but the head.

I brought you a very special present,

my beautiful Lolilla.

Fuck, the bitch really is ugly.

Don't be scared, princess. You like it.

Who goes first?

"Prince Charming". Right, beautiful?

Go for it. Your first time.

Abella and Pizarro, check calls. Le�n y Lafuente...

Le�n...

Le�n!

Check the files

for any

similar cases.

Do you think it could be

a serial killer?

It's possible.

Everyone else question the old people again.

Show the photo of the nun to the neighbors.

- The usual. - Lieutenant...

Narcotics is doing a raid near my house.

If I went with them, I could pick up my kids...

I believe, Abella,

that your job is Homicides, right?

Let's get to work.

What about me, boss?

I don't trust Werner.

You know the university?

Pelayo at the university? That's funny.

Yes, it is...

- Pardon... - Look who's here.

Wasn't he transferred?

To the tax ministry. But he still comes to all the parties.

I heard he went as a lady lion tamer on New Years.

- What? - Imagine if some

asshole didn't know he was a guy!

Yeah!

Pelayo?

Pelayo!

What a surprise!

What are you doing here?

I had to talk to you.

Where's your mustache? You left so quickly.

Yeah... Sorry about that... But right now I can't...

I'm working.

See you at the car.

Boss...

Pelayo, just give me a chance. Get to know me.

I really have to go. I'll call you.

Can I see you tonight?

I can't, I'm on night shift. My job's like that...

- Tomorrow, then. - Fine, call me.

Duty calls. I'm sorry.

Take care. I'd hate it if you got hurt.

Really?

Yes, of course.

Of course I remember Werner.

Why was he fired?

Werner went too far.

He experimented his absurd theories

on human beings.

I remember the day he came

and I told him he'd been fired. He was sitting

where you are now.

"Do you think you're God, Werner?" I asked him.

You know what he said?

"If God existed, he would be like me".

What were his theories?

"Morphogenetics", my friend.

Werner thought he could alter

people's genetic patterns through

chemical agents.

Imagine, one quick shot

and whatever genetic illness,

malformation, or disorder disappears

like magic.

Did he achieve anything?

If such a chemical agent existed,

it would be the greatest advance in the history of medicine

since Hippocrates.

I told you Werner had a screw loose.

His clinic is very successful, isn't it?

The man who

was going to get a Nobel is stretching

wrinkles for a bunch of wealthy

battle- axes.

We'd like to have a copy

of Werner's file.

Of course. Just ask my secretary.

Werner, Daniel Werner.

Here you go.

Is this all there is?

Yes. That's an unauthorized patient's card.

The name wasn't made public.

There's just general data,

blood type, birth date...

January 1 st, 1982... What's this number

here?

It usually refers to the hospital where they were born.

- And? - And what?

Which is it?

It's the Milagrosa Hospital.

Thank you very much.

- When was your man's birthday? - Woman's.

We're looking for a woman. January 1st, 1982.

You're lucky. Not many babies are born on Jan. 1st.

- Why? - Doctors like holidays, too.

They provoke labor to avoid them.

I bet your baby was premature.

- Hold this, sergeant. - Me?

Sing if she cries.

You heard the nurse. Sing.

What do I sing?

Jan. 1st 1982.

There's a few.

What was her blood type?

AB negative.

That's not a usual type.

- That makes nine. - Girls?

Six.

Can I have a copy?

So it's true.

What?

Nothing. The older nurses say Lola Otero was born here.

Lola Otero?

- "The beautiful Otero"? - If it's the same one.

They say our Lola Otero was the ugliest

baby ever born here.

Who's Lola Otero?

Don't you ever read magazines, boss?

They called her "The most beautiful woman in the world".

Here's the list.

Thank you very much, nurse.

Sergeant...

Yes?

Here.

You've become friends.

When he's older, I'll

buy him a drink.

Take her dancing. It's a girl.

See? I have a special magnetism for females.

By the way,

here's my phone number.

Give it to her when she turns 16.

You yourself can call me tonight.

It so happens that I'm free.

Will you call me or not?

- No. - No?

Sorry that I keep asking you, boss,

but I don't understand what we're doing.

What is there to understand?

Well, what does

Dr. "Warner" have to do with the nun?

Werner.

Werner calls us saying he knows the nun.

He retracts it the next day.

Then it turns out

he was fired for experimenting on someone born Jan. 1st,

the same day Do�a Lidia was killed.

You see the connection?

This is what you wanted.

An orange dress shoe, very comfortable and elegant.

It's an exclusive design.

Take a few steps and you'll see.

This holiday season,

give your child the authentic "Cinderella shoes".

And with thicker heels?

Not in an evening shoe, miss.

Fine, I'll take them.

If you want a flat shoe...

They're prefect.

Is a credit card okay?

Yes, fine.

The authentic "Cinderella Shoes",

shoes for your princess. A dream come true.

You know why I'm Quasimodo?

I want you to meet someone.

THE LAST NIGHT OF THE 20TH CENTURY

- I didn't mean to scare you. - It's okay.

Everyone is scared when they see me.

Since I'm so ugly...

Would you like to dance?

Who, me?

I'm not so awfully ugly under the mask.

Nice party, isn't it?

You know why I'm Quasimodo?

- Why? - Well...

Sorry.

Because I think we're all obsessed with physical beauty,

always judging people by their exterior.

It's a dictatorship of aesthetics.

Who knows? It may sound silly,

I think what's important is what's inside,

what you think, what you feel.

Don't you agree?

You mean that?

Of course I do.

Could you love someone who's ugly?

- You could? - Of course.

Even the ugliest woman in the world?

If her heart is beautiful, why not?

You haven't told me your name.

- Lola. - I'm Luis.

I turn 18 tonight.

That's great!

I should have brought you a gift.

But you didn't know me.

I knew something special would occur.

And that's you, Lola.

I've never danced so much. Actually, I've never danced.

You're a wonderful dancer, Lola.

I just let you lead.

With your hands on my waist,

I feel like I could fly if I wanted to.

Silly, isn't it?

It's not silly at all, Lola.

I could make you fly,

if you wanted me to.

It's the loveliest night of my life.

Everything you say is so meaningful.

This is just the beginning.

The bells are about to ring out.

We have until 12 to think of a wish,

you'll take off your mask,

we'll kiss,

and our wishes will come true.

Are you ready?

I'll do everything you say.

Everything.

What's wrong, Luis?

Don't run away from me, I beg you.

You said you could love the ugliest woman in the world.

I can make you happy!

No one can love you like I can!

Hey... I don't know if I can do it with this on.

FEDERAL CYBERLIBRARY

"The Beautiful Otero: A Fairytale".

- You know Luis Casanova? - No comment.

- Since when? - I said no comment.

But he's

a known Don Juan.

You're obnoxious.

This is Lola Otero. The beautiful Otero.

The most beautiful, desired, and mysterious woman in the world.

Her childhood is a mystery.

One day Lola's Prince Charming appeared.

Lola is the most

wonderful woman I've ever met.

Luis Casanova, the country's most eligible bachelor,

successful businessman

and bon vivant.

All Spain follows the famous couple's steps.

I'm in love, totally in love.

What can I say? He's the love of my life.

Everything seemed perfect. The dashing heir

and the mysterious beauty lived in a fairytale.

Until disaster struck.

Casanova and Cuca Maragato,

"Miss Spain", are surprised by paparazzi.

What was Lola's reaction?

Lola, have you spoken to Luis?

- Is Cuca your friend? - What will you do?

Who does he like most, you or her?

To love. To universal love.

To my love for Cuca.

My sweetheart.

THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR

Congratulations.

What about Lola?

That's the past. I wish the best for her,

but I'm with Cuca now.

I want all Spain to know I love you.

Congratulations.

Lola only appeared once after Casanova married Miss Spain.

At Luis Casanova's funeral.

He and Cuca died in a car accident in Monaco,

during their honeymoon.

She stole him from me.

She stole what I most loved.

She deserved to die.

But him...

I'll never forget what that bitch did.

It would be

the last time we saw her.

As mysteriously as she had appeared, she disappeared.

She vanished without a trace.

Dr. Werner, Miss Otero's here.

Give me a minute.

I haven't got a minute.

It's okay. Leave us alone.

I'm out of shots.

I'm so glad you've come.

You didn't say that before.

I wasn't serious.

You said you'd call the cops.

You said you weren't going to...

Celebrate my birthday?

Don't start.

Fine, fine.

Let's make up.

Here, my birthday present.

It's a bit late,

but I hope you like it.

For your collection.

It's all right.

It's all right.

- My shot, Doctor. - I'll get it.

I'll take them all.

Lt. Arribas

is here again.

- He wants to see you. - You bastard!

- I should kill you. - No, no.

It wasn't me, I didn't call them.

Can you hear me?

Dr. Werner?

Lieutenant, you can't...

So, I'll take these samples to the lab?

Yes, nurse.

Why didn't you answer?

And weren't you

with a patient?

Sorry, my mistake.

- Pelayo, go find that nurse. - Right.

You stay.

It was her, right?

The woman you experimented on at the university.

What's her name?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Boss...

- She disappeared. - Read him his rights.

Yes, boss.

You're not being smart.

Do you know what professional

confidentiality is?

Do you know what the sentence for being an accomplice

to murder is?

He operates on lots of hot women.

See any, Pelayo?

Did I see any?

I wish!

Plastic women.

Nothing they have is theirs.

Goddamn fat guy!

You could use a liposuction.

Leave him alone, he's right.

All the ladies

in the magazines are 100% silicon,

like these beauty queens.

You hear Ram�rez got a job doing

security at the pageant?

All day watching hot babes.

He'll be a silicon expert.

No, Pelayo's the silicon expert.

The lion tamer's got airbags.

I'm warning you,

Abella.

You're pissing me off.

Going to eat that?

Yes, I am.

Where did you get it?

I told you. From a friend.

You always pawn your gifts?

Murder?

What? You're not pinning that on me!

- I just screwed her! - Don't shout, I'll get rough.

Her name?

It was

Lola Otero.

That famous model.

Lola Otero.

One of the six names on the list. The nun.

Your patient.

I think

I'll have to lock you up, Doctor.

MISS CANTABRIA TO CONQUER SPAIN

Let's go!

Are we all here?

Police! Open the door...

please.

Police! Open the door!

- You crazy fuck! - It just went off.

That's out of line.

Okay, Le�n.

Come on, Le�n!

He never fails!

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Christ, what a weird broad.

Nobody's here, Lieutenant.

We got here too late.

Put out an arrest warrant on Lola Otero.

Get the fingerprint people.

Yes, sir.

LOLA OTERO'S BEAUTY SECRETS

LOLA OTERO: "REAL BEAUTY IS INSIDE YOU"

Boss.

The print guys.

- What do we look for? - Everything.

Fingerprints, organic samples, the works.

Something that

connects her to Lidia's murder.

- Hello. - Victoria Lavin?

Everyone calls me Vicky.

In name of the Miss Spain Pageant, welcome.

Thanks. I'm nervous.

- Your luggage? - Right.

The car's outside.

This is a dream for me. Silly old Vicky

here in Madrid for the Pageant!

I wish my parents could see me.

They'd be very proud.

You're an orphan, right?

Yes. I'm all alone in the world.

No, a ton of friends await you at the hotel.

We're like one big happy family.

Hello, boss. Here you go.

The boys found

Lola Otero's file

in Sr. "Warner's" records.

Werner.

Thanks.

What's that?

A face?

It's Lola Otero before the treatment.

Girls want to look like their dolls. Lola wanted her dolls

to look like her.

That thing?

A human being, Pelayo.

Right...

It's an ugly case, isn't it?

Your joke's not funny.

Like Abella's about the lion tamer.

I'm sorry.

Keep the boys

checking the files for other cases.

I want them to focus on New Year's Day murders.

Okay, boss.

Boss...

Can I ask a personal question?

Of course.

Do you think a man...

a normal guy...

like me, for example... Do you think

that it's possible...

I mean is it logical

for him to like

a tax ministry employee?

What?

You heard me.

What can I say?

I'm really confused.

You have to find out for yourself.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Thanks, boss.

Bye, Vicky. Say hello to Cuca Maragato for me.

RESTRICTED AREA MILITARY ZONE

Start.

- You know Luis Casanova? - No comment.

- Since when? - Stop.

Back.

Stop. Select.

Forward.

He's the love of my life.

Stop.

Select.

She stole what I most loved. She deserved to die.

But him...

I'll never forget what that bitch did.

Stop. Select.

Edit. Endless run.

I love you. I'll never forget you.

You're the love of my life.

I love you. I'll never forget you.

I love you.

I'll never forget you.

You're the love of my life.

- I love you. - I love you.

- You're the love... - ...of my life.

- Room 101. - C�diz and Tarragona.

- 102, 103. - Valencia, Salamanca.

Who's this?

Hi, I'm Vicky.

The one we're missing, Carmelo. Miss Cantabria.

Yes, Victoria Lavin.

- Right? - Call me Vicky.

Where the hell were you?

We were looking for you.

No one was at the airport.

The important thing is she's here.

Your I.D., honey?

- Right here. - Come with me.

SPANISH REPUBLIC IDENTITY CARD

You're lucky. You won't have to share a room.

If you need anything, just call me.

Sorry,

honey, I don't have any pockets.

Roc�o. I can't find my "Epilady".

Montserrat, Miss Barcelona.

Your next- door neighbor.

This is

Vicky, Miss Cantabria.

Can I use yours?

You can use mine.

Give it back later.

It won't shock me?

Enough chatting, girls. Let's let Vicky unpack.

Yes? Carmelo.

I'm on my way.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Hi, Pelayo.

Sew him up.

Let's talk about your case.

What have you found out?

Your men have found five cases

besides Do�a Lidia's.

Five women

of different ages

killed on Jan. 1 st with different "modus operandi".

The same killer?

Could be. Here

are photos of them

and of Do�a Lidia.

They weren't killed on consecutive years.

Despite your birthday theory.

But it is true that all six bodies

had traces of wax, as if

candles were put out on them.

A revenge case, I'd say.

No one's linked the cases until now?

The computers noticed it a few years ago,

and they investigated it,

but they couldn't find anything to hold on to.

The victims are unrelated.

- What, then? - There's one possibility.

Maybe deaths on the years without cases

were listed as accidents.

I asked your men to check it.

They're still on it, boss.

If my suspicions are true,

careful with that woman.

The six victims from the first case in 2001

up to 2011.

We need five deaths to verify your theory.

Do you have the files on your computer?

I want to see number 3.

Have you found anything, boss?

Here we are.

Found in her bedroom Jan. 3rd, 2006.

The autopsy revealed she'd

been dead 48 hours.

Amplify it. Let's see

that portrait.

Exactly.

All the way.

See something, boss?

Go to number 5. The dressing room.

The dancer.

They killed her when she was changing costume

during the New Year's Eve

show.

The photos stuck in the mirror.

This one's similar to number 3.

- Have you got Lidia's file? - Yes, boss.

We've got it. Tell him.

You tell him.

- No, you. - You, Goddamnit!

Someone tell us whatever it is!

We know what the victims have in common

and we found the missing

cases that were listed as accidental deaths.

Know what the victims had in common?

Let me guess.

They all had been Miss Spain.

This is the future.

It's fame, money and dreams

come true.

It's why you're here.

But girls, you have to obey the rules.

And number one is: no men.

Not even those cuties?

What is this?

You continue, Roc�o.

Tonight the press

comes for the presentation.

You have to be ready to leave the hotel

at 7:00 sharp. Don't let me down.

Gentlemen, this is private...

- Lt. Arribas. - Right, Lieutenant.

You didn't have to come.

This is my 7th year. There are always bomb threats,

feminists that want to castrate us, etc.

Nothing ever happens.

You do your job, let me do mine.

We'll be discreet.

Anther thing. There are lots of girls here.

- Control your men. - Don't worry. We're cops.

Jesus! What would you give this one?

What would I give her? An apartment

and whatever else wants, with that pair of...

I'd... I'd give her

a 7 and 1/2.

A 7 and 1/2, Pizarro?

Are you blind? What about you, Le�n?

I prefer

- the blow- up ones. - Yeah.

Too bad we can't deflate them and take them home.

Write down ten for me.

He gives them all ten!

- Shit! - They're all hot!

What about this one?

A six.

A six?

So what does

your wife get? A negative 12?

Hey, you don't even mention my wife.

Or I'll tell internal affairs.

You talking to me? To me?

- My pizza! - The lieutenant!

What's going on here?

We were just checking the girls' files.

Lugo, 7. Valencia, 8 and 1/2. What is this?

We give them each an average of our scores.

We're thinking of having

a betting pool to see who wins. Want in?

How much is the ante?

What score would you give this one, Lieutenant?

I say she's a six.

Are you all total dipshits?

This isn't a game.

Remember you're on duty

and this is a murder case. No more nonsense.

I can't leave you guys alone.

So? Have you found Lola?

You knew about it all, didn't you, Doctor?

About Lola's taking revenge on Cuca Maragato

by killing other Miss Spains.

You knew it, didn't you?

How could she fall in love with that clown?

Help us arrest her.

You know her better than anyone.

I have no idea where she is.

I do.

And why should I help the police? Tell me, why?

The judge will remember. But above all,

because you're afraid of never

seeing her alive again.

She's not a bad person, Lieutenant.

She just had bad luck.

No one's ever really loved her.

No one.

You know what that's like?

Does that mean "yes"?

- Who is it? - It's me. Montse.

Just a second.

I'm in the bath.

Vicky, what's taking you so long?

- What is it? - You'll think I'm dumb.

I forgot my hairdryer, too.

And we have the presentation!

Wait.

I'll get mine.

I really appreciate it, honey.

I wish you were my roommate.

Mine doesn't use a hairdryer. She's athletic.

Goes jogging,

that kind of thing.

My boyfriend's in the army.

We'd better hurry or Carmelo...

Relax, we have time.

You believe Miss Palmas

fucks the jury president?

Don't you?

I don't know.

I mean, don't you sleep with him?

What?

What's your name?

Vicky.

What's your real name?

You lend your

things to a competitor and you don't hump the president.

Where did you come from?

What are you insinuating?

Your name's not Vicky.

You're not Miss Cantabria.

Don't turn me in.

Between us,

you have no chance of winning.

Everyone here does what she must.

I was just curious.

Go on, answer my question.

Shall we go?

What's your real name?

Vicky.

Very elegant.

I should be on a wedding cake.

- You could have shaved. - No...

I'm growing a mustache.

- The lion tamer again? - Her name's Vanessa, boss.

We're getting to know each other.

Doctor!

Doctor,

Let us know if you notice anything.

But what if Lola doesn't plan on attacking one of these girls?

She will, but not tonight.

Why is that?

She wants the one who becomes Miss Spain.

But what if you're mistaken?

"Ladies and gentlemen..." No, that's too boring.

It should be smoother, more...

friendly. "Dear friends..."

Come on.

You're all lovely. Simply beautiful!

Well...

Finally, ladies and gentlemen. Here they are!

Thank you.

Thanks very much.

Dear friends. Now we'll present

the awards of "Miss Congeniality",

"Miss Elegance", and "Miss Photogenic".

The Pageant Jury has decided the award

- for "Miss Congeniality" goes to... - Miss Ceuta!

The award for "Miss Elegance"

- goes to... - Miss Soria!

Tonight's last prize,

"Miss Photogenic" goes to

- Miss... - Miss Barcelona!

Excuse me. Have this one.

Sorry... It's no problem.

You look familiar.

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

My name's Vicky.

- Vicky Lavin. - Mariano Arribas.

I'm sure I know you.

Are you a reporter?

I've seen you on TV.

Did you see that, Doctor?

We're all idiots

with women like that.

I've never seen anything like it!

Boss, she's putty in your hands.

Don't be absurd.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Should I follow him?

No, that's all right.

- Lola! - Hello, Doctor.

Don't worry.

Don't mind me.

Thanks for not telling the lieutenant.

I'm here to help you.

Really? And by doing what?

By getting you out.

I'll give you everything you need.

Like my shots?

Yes, I have one in my pocket.

I just want you to be happy.

What do you know about happiness?

I made you happy. I made you beautiful.

No, Doctor!

I've always been ugly.

- Always. - What?

You don't understand.

Let me help.

Just relax.

That's it, Doctor.

Good.

Good boy.

The last drop and...

Inside. You don't want to catch a cold.

Beauty.

Almost all women want to improve their bust,

but without surgery. "Body Wonders" is...

- Hello. - Hi, boss.

Yes, Pelayo?

We haven't found the doctor yet.

- The clinic? - We've checked it.

What do we do?

I guess I was naive to trust Dr. Werner.

Don't say that, boss.

Send his picture to all the stations.

- Right away. - Fine.

See you tomorrow.

Beauty, no! Brains, yes!

Hello. Everything's ready for the Miss Spain Pageant.

Tonight's the festival of beauty

in which we'll learn the name

of the lucky woman who will wear the crown.

But not everyone is in favor of beauty pageants.

What do you think?

They're like livestock shows.

How is it, in the 21 st century,

we have to put up with this?

It's offensive and degrading to women.

Down with it!

More respect!

Who is it?

Vicky, you're already up?

- I need the hairdryer. - Sure.

You're sweet.

We have to give each other a hand.

I see you're

not one of us.

The other girls would give you a hand... around your neck.

I want three agents at each entrance.

- You have the guest list? - Yes, boss.

All the guys have a copy.

The key thing is to guard the girls.

Backstage, onstage, dressing rooms.

Any info on Werner?

Pelayo? Do you read me?

Yes, Abella.

- Is the lieutenant there? - Yes.

- What is it? - Abella here.

- You'd better come to room 58. - We're on our way.

- Who reported it? - Her roommate.

She went jogging and found her when she came back.

She was dead when we got here.

We didn't touch anything.

Where is her roommate?

Outside, freaking out.

She see anything?

The victim was asleep when she left.

She was gone for a half hour and didn't see anyone.

Close off the exits and call the print people.

Mart�n, come up.

Sweet Mother of God!

What do I do now?

Don't let the press find out until after the pageant.

They caught Otero

as she was leaving the hotel.

We got her, boss. She's dressed like a nun.

- Where is she? - Right up there.

She was going through the kitchens.

She had this under her habit.

And the mouth on her! She called me everything.

I had to head- butt her.

What's this knife for?

To slice the tits off those fucking bitches.

And the nun costume?

Nuns go wherever they want.

Didn't you know that?

Didn't you know that?

- Pelayo! - Yes, boss.

Take away this lunatic.

Abella, grab her legs!

Sexists! Pigs!

It's her, isn't it?

No.

Just one of the feminists from outside.

Take her to the station.

Sorry, Lieutenant. I thought...

Don't worry. Good work.

Keep your eyes open.

Christ, Ramiro!

Are you blind?

More to the right.

Fastball or curveball?

The orders don't specify. The other tree.

One o'clock. To the right.

Okay.

Fire!

Mission accomplished. Let's go home,

I'm sick of these Goddamn maneuvers.

Shit... We're fucked.

Look at the tree.

Didn't you tell me to hit the other one?

Look at it!

Shit! Did you blow away a civilian?

Pizarro...

- How's the entrance? - Normal.

- Where's Pelayo? - I'll go look for him.

No, stay there.

Girls, girls, girls!

My little darling. You're all beautiful!

Only one of them

will be the new Miss Spain. A new star will be born here.

Soon we'll know the name

of the new Miss Spain. But first, a word from our sponsors.

Lieutenant, they found Werner.

Did they take him to the station?

No, to the morgue.

He was in a broom closet of the conference center.

- Dead. - Strangled.

All right.

Pelayo?

Pelayo? Where the hell are you?

You can't come in here.

Police. I'm on duty.

Pelayo?

Pelayo?

Can you hear me?

He's like a cute little Martian!

- How long are the ads? - Three minutes.

I can't take it!

Roc�o, my pills!

People have called saying Miss Cantabria isn't Vicky Lavin.

What?

A schoolmate of hers saw

her on TV and says that she's not the same person.

Of course she isn't!

Since she left school,

she must have had a nose job, a tit job, etc.

- Her mom wouldn't recognize her! - It's what he said.

Bullshit is what he said!

Search us?

Sorry, it's orders.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

You can go.

If you abuse your authority, I'll tell Lt. Arribas.

By the way, he's looking for you.

Hello? No, I'm Sergeant Pelayo.

No, the lieutenant's not here right now.

What?

A tank did what?

Could you repeat that?

Well, ladies and gentlemen. I'm in heaven among the stars.

Are you still there? The best is coming up.

Well, now,

this envelope

holds the names of tonight's three finalists.

A star will be born from here.

They want to be stars. They're beautiful,

lovely, precious!

This is an exceptional moment.

Tonight's first finalist is...

Miss Soria!

The second contender for Miss Spain

is Miss Las Palmas!

And the last is Miss Cantabria!

Now the honored members of the jury will ask

our finalists a few questions.

- Where the hell have you been? - Boss...

She's here.

Where?

Jesus!

Do we arrest her?

Now? On TV? No, we'll be discreet.

Post some sharpshooters. No one fires until I say so.

Yes, boss.

Miss Cantabria.

What is your ideal of beauty?

What woman?

What's important is inner beauty.

So my ideal is

Mother Teresa of Calcutta.

She had real

spiritual beauty.

All women should be like her.

Well, we've got

an intellectual doll here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the moment

you've been waiting for.

The president of the jury will be so kind

to give us the envelope

that holds the name of the new Miss Spain.

What excitement!

What suspense!

Now, boss?

Thank you, Toto.

Nervous, right?

The new Miss Spain is

Miss Las Palmas!

Long live Miss Spain!

- Now, boss? - No, hold on a bit.

Where is she?

Do you see her?

No, I can't.

Get everybody on stage. Grab her.

Get back!

Back, or I'll fire!

Hold your fire!

Nobody move!

You neither, lieutenant.

If anyone blinks, I'll blow Miss Spain's

brains out, if she has any in her lovely little head.

No one will hurt you, miss.

Put down the gun.

Christ! Boss!

Don't move.

I'm serious. When I say "Nobody move", I mean it.

You're surrounded.

You can't escape.

Don't make things worse.

I know why you do this.

You've had bad luck.

Bad luck?

You don't know!

No!

It's different now.

I'm ugly!

I've always been ugly!

Can't you see?

Although...

you don't believe me,

I understand you perfectly.

Back or I'll kill you.

You and I are alike.

Really?

I know how it feels, Lola.

Come on.

It's all right.

THE UGLIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD SENTENCED TO QUARTER MILLENNIUM

250 YEARS OF PRISION FOR THE BEAUTIFUL OTERO

Check it out and if you like it, we'll buy it.

Of course.

By the way, what are you wearing now?

Really?

We're sorry, boss.

Boss!

We're sorry!

NEW YEAR'S EVE 2011

You only have an hour.

Well, considering the day, take all the time you want.

And Happy New Year.

Same to you.

Happy Birthday.

Three...

Two...

One... Happy 2012! Happy New Year

to all of you, ladies and gentlemen.

Toast with us for this joy to last all year.

May peace and love rule

our homes. May these be the best 12 months of our lives.

Life is beautiful. Channel 10 hopes

that your wishes from last year have come true.

That 2012 brings you new dreams and especially lots of love.

Today is the first day of the rest our your lives.

THE UGLIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD

Merry Christmas to the 32% of you who are Catholics,

and Happy Holidays to the rest. Remember:

More than a president, I'm your friend.

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