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Tonight, in One Night with Elena,

a woman will undress in front of the microphone.

Most of the time she's a housewife

looking after her husband and children.

No one knows she sometimes engages in prostitution.

She doesn't do it for the money.

All she knows is, something drives her to sell her body...

to live to the limit of outer darkness.

She'll put inhibition aside and answer any question.

Our phone number is 308 2100.

I repeat, 308 2100.

Now, a bit of music, while we wait for the first call.

Please don't!

Help!

Please, let me go.

Don't!

Please, let me go. Help!

Please, don't!

Please!

Your gambling widow number last night was a flop.

The roles you give me... and the money you pay!

Your next role could be on the dole queue.

Stress the bass so her voice won't sound like last night's.

Our first caller is on the line.

So, tonight we have with us

a woman who's dared do what we wouldn't...

To live out her desires and dreams...

Why don't you dare, too? Take the first step. Call us.

This is One Night with Elena. Hello.

Good evening. Too shy to give us your name?

Good evening.

A woman is about to die. I'm a killer.

- What did he say? - Great start!

It seems we're talking to a macabre joker.

Come on, Elena.

You've got a killer on air and you act like a cheap announcer.

- You disappoint me. - This is a joke in bad taste.

We'll cut this. You're disturbed.

This time she went too far. A thing like this...

She'd sell her own father to increase ratings.

Black hair in a pony tail.

Brown eyes... Shall I introduce you?

- Yes, I'd like to speak to her. - That's the way.

You won't disappoint me?

I'll put her on for you.

Help!

Please help me! He's going to kill me.

Please do something.

Happy?

I can't hear you. Are you to shy?

I understand.

You and your audience need pause to recover.

Sorry I can't offer you music. You take care of that.

Wait! Please don't hang up. Can you put her on?

Can you...

Please put her on. Don't hang up.

Try to keep him talking.

Yes?

Has that little head of yours started working?

I suppose the police are giving you a hand.

Give them my regards.

Your audience must be impatient. They've smelt blood.

We're both wasting time.

We'll get their adrenaline going.

- Do you like playing? - Depends.

Stop beating around the bush. Do you like playing? Yes or no?

- Yes. - That's what I like.

You've got one minute to guess Veronica's occupation.

That way you might guess where she works

and even save her life.

Good evening, Your Honour. He rang again.

How long does it take to trace a call?

Two minutes. Maybe less.

I'm appealing to your heart, your reason.

You're such a bad player.

Fancy talking about feelings and reason now!

Listen, Elena... Reason is like a pot with two handles.

You can grab it by the left or right handle.

So don't be naive and stop wasting time.

Veronica will appreciate it.

You got 30 seconds left.

I need a clue. Only cowards don't play fair.

Touche!

In her job, Veronica wears a blue uniform.

A police woman, perhaps?

Getting warm, Elena. Cheer up!

You've got ten more seconds to guess.

- A security guard! - Eight...

An air hostess?

Six, five... Come on, Elena!

Three... two... one...

A security guard.

- A security guard! - Right, but you're out of time.

Keep him talking.

Sorry, I can't continue. I have to hang up.

Why did you choose me?

I can tell a whore by her voice. It makes you want to...

A morena's just arrived. I must attend to her.

It's going to be a busy night.

We got him! 429 3521.

Find the street. Quick!

Are you all right?

I'm okay.

The owner of the shop is here.

- You're the owner? - Yes. What is it?

A woman came in an hour ago. Do you know her?

My wife came to pick up some things.

- How did she get here? - In our car. What's wrong?

- Tell me the make and number. - Where's my wife?

The registration number.

So that guy really meant it? Can I ask you a few questions?

- No. I'm working. - What do you think I'm doing?

Fuck you!

Your Honour.

They've found the car of the lady who owned the shop.

They found her too?

- Has Pereira arrived? - Yes. He brought help.

A new expert called... Barea. He's a forensic psychiatrist.

Too many marks.

Barea?

- Javier Barea? - Yes. Javier Barea.

- Do you know him? - I read one of his books.

Doctor...

Mr Barea.

This is the judicial secretary.

Inspector Elorza.

The examinating magistrate, Maria Ramos.

I'm glad you're here. Your experience will be most useful.

I hope so.

Let's begin.

Strange. The first body didn't have a single mark.

But this one has marks all over it.

Yet both were killed in the same way.

Strange.

We also have his footprints.

I don't think they're the killer's.

Why not?

A hunch.

Would you mind giving me a lift to a taxi rank?

Pereira has to stay back.

- Where are you going? - Home.

- I can give you a lift. - That's very kind of you.

You might not remember. We met a couple of years back.

I do remember.

You turned up with your husband and left soon after.

You had a migraine.

It's fortunate to have you with us.

I know little about this type of killer.

What type do you mean?

If you're with us it means it could be a serial killer, right?

I don't think it's one of those.

Serial killers are disturbed people who slip up too often.

Their minds are rather ordinary.

I don't know the case well yet but I think our man is different.

He doesn't only crave killing. He plays with death.

He caresses it, kisses it, dominates it...

His pleasure doesn't lie in the killing, but in the risk.

So he shows off his work. That's why he rang the radio.

He exhibits himself before the audience and the police.

And before you.

In short, a killer like the rest.

No.

A killer in his purest form.

A hunter.

Can I invite you for breakfast?

Don't say you've got a migraine again.

I'll be with you in a minute.

These are my boys.

The boys I studied in the United States.

They have more than 200 killings among them.

- You took them? - Including mine.

I can't understand why you added yours.

Frankly, I can't either.

Maybe to remind myself that deep down,

when all is said and done, we're all the same.

Family jewels.

They were my grandfather's, then my father's. Now they're mine.

They are beautiful.

Actually I hate wearing them.

But they brought me luck once.

So I wear them whenever I have something important to do.

A little...

superstition.

Some coffee would be nice.

You should lie down.

I can't. I have to go back to the office.

Allow me.

I'd like to show you something.

A case in California, two years ago.

An interview with a Mexican.

You saw him. He's one of my boys.

He had a wife and four children. He was a patrolman.

He fled to San Antonio and was arrested there for the murder of sixteen women.

Watch.

Did you have intercourse with any of them?

What for? They were already mine.

The only thing that excited me was killing them.

Kill them as soon as possible and then look for more.

When I was roasting them...

I confess, that used to turn me on.

I kept thinking about who'd be next.

But the thing that really used to turn me on

was when my patrol unit was called in for one of my victims.

Having to investigate my own crime

trilled me more than anything.

The trill of the hunt...

the greater the risk, the greater the excitement.

What do you think?

I don't see much similarity with our case.

The thrill of the hunt... What our killer is feeling.

The greater the risk, the greater the thrill.

You're not feeling well?

No... I'm a bit tired, that's all.

I shouldn't have played that after what you've been trough.

It was very enlightening.

You should relax.

You're too tense.

Are you always so direct?

Don't you think you should stop being so formal?

- I'm sorry I upset you. - You didn't.

I just don't rush to mix my work with my private life.

Besides, I'm a married woman.

You used to be, if my information's correct.

Besides...

We all need to mix those things... to relieve the tension.

Sorry, Mr Barea...

It's Thursday...

Mrs Ramos,

is it true that the caller to Elena's show is the killer?

Is it there were two killings?

Do you think it's a serial killer?

No.

Serial killers are disturbed people who slip up too often.

Their minds are rather ordinary. This one is different.

Strangler calls Elena Marques' radio show

Examining magistrate won't comment

Reason is like a pot with two handles.

You can grab it by the left or right handle.

So don't be naive and stop wasting time.

Veronica will appreciate it.

Montaigne.

Pardon?

Our killer comment on reason was taken from Montaigne.

You think he's an educated man?

He took it from Noel Claraso's book of famous quotes.

Reason is like a pot with two handles.

You can grab it by the left or right handle.

He uses a sophisticated voice-distortion device

which alters tones and stresses.

Even his real voice would be of no use.

Where could he have got this voice-distortion device?

Not in this country, for sure.

Tell the radio not to broadcast if he calls again.

To talk to him off air and let us know at once.

- Will you do that for me? - Very well.

Why are you here?

Forgive me. I don't usually come in uninvited.

Pereira told me he'd brought you the report.

I couldn't wait to read the findings. Did I upset you?

No.

It's just that I spend so much time here I treat it as my home.

I apologize for prying. It's the job.

Don't worry, I hadn't found anything compromising.

- There's isn't anything. - There always is.

I remind you that prying into a magistrate's files is an offence.

Apologies aside, I'd better start reading the report.

As you wish, but I insist on apologizing.

I'm also too used to living alone.

What if you were to make me a summary while I wash my hands?

The fingerprints and DNA test belong to the same person.

A certain Jose Manuel Vadillo Castro, a habitual...

I'd say permanent criminal. He's wanted on several charges.

You can add one more if you like, but he's not our killer.

- Why are you so sure? - Too many marks.

He probably found the body, couldn't resist robbing it

and left marks all over it.

My advice is to forget about him.

- False lead. - But useful.

He might have seen the killer and if so, he'd be valuable.

Yes...

It's possible.

Wow!

You're full of surprises.

And you're a stickbeak.

Small details always give us away.

Tonight's guest knows a lot about sex.

She advertises herself in newspapers as "slave".

She describes herself as a slave...

Hello, Cristina. Is that right?

Yes it is. I'm on my sixth year now.

How would you summarize what your clients expect from you?

Submissiveness.

They want to be able to do whatever they like with me.

We've got a call now.

This is One Night with Elena. Hello?

Hello, Elena.

It's me. Do you recognize me?

- Tell the media. - And the magistrate?

Who cares?

Of course I recognize you.

This isn't really my business

but with quests like tonight's your ratings will nosedive.

I'll have no option but to kill again...

so you can keep your job.

Turn yourself in. You don't know what you're doing.

I know exactly what I'm doing.

I even know who my next victim will be.

And she knows it too.

Do you understand... Elena?

Listen...

Wait... Keep talking to me.

Don't hang up...

Keep talking. Say something.

Shit! Don't hang up!

I can't answer right now.

Please leave a message after the beep. Thank you.

Good evening, Your Honour.

I just wanted to pay my respects.

I wouldn't like you to form a wrong opinion of me.

The rubbish you heard on the radio is part of the show.

You understand me, don't you?

I want you to know I'm a man who keeps his commitments.

Just as you'll keep yours.

And you must know one more thing.

I want you to know... that you arouse my interest.

"... you arouse my interest."

that you arouse my interest.

You arouse my interest.

That's right. I knew it.

He's not a psychopath.

- Yes, he is. - You're wrong.

For you people, all killers are psychopaths

or maniacs whose childhood holds the key to their madness.

What if our killer's motive isn't childhood abuse

or his mother punishing him for wetting the bed?

What if he had a different motive?

What if he is a moralist?

What matters to me is that he's a killer who belongs in jail.

I couldn't care less about his motives.

But he cares about yours. "You arouse my interest."

You think he wants to kill me?

Kill you? No.

He'd have done it already.

He just wants to get close to you.

By killing two women?

A pretty sinister way to get close!

That's part of the game.

- What game? - The thrill of the hunt.

"The greater the risk, the greater the thrill."

Remember?

I want you to know I'm a man who keeps his commitments.

Just as you'll keep yours.

And you must know one more thing.

I want you to know that you arouse my interest.

- Let me give you protection. - I don't want protection.

At least let me bug your phone in case he rings again.

All right.

Elena, can you tell us the reason for this situation?

I have no idea.

Just like you, I've done my job informing the public.

The truth is neither the police nor the magistrate

have done anything to stop the killer.

Censoring my show would be a blow to our freedom of speech.

That's all, thanks.

Under Article 20 of our Constitution

merely broadcasting information doesn't constitute an offence.

The recordings were seized by this court as evidence.

Their broadcasting constitutes contempt of court

and breach of confidentiality.

With due respect

it's not up to you to decide if there's been contempt of court.

I've sent a report to the prosecutor to decide that.

It would also help if you could provide any further information.

Miss Marques doesn't have to reply.

No, she doesn't.

After all, we're only talking about two dead women.

Are you coercing my client?

I remind you that you've been formally warned.

- We'll appeal. - It's your right.

Ramon, I'd like to speak in private with the magistrate.

- But Elena... - Please.

Can this be between us?

You don't look well.

You may disagree but my duty to my listeners comes first.

You're confusing your so-called duty

with turning a sad incident into a show.

The show will be staged by the killer.

Don't forget he rang me.

My job is to inform and yours...

You needn't tell me.

All I ask is that you don't turn this into a show.

Which is what he wants.

Keeping him talking increases the chances of him slipping up.

I can't make exceptions for you.

I can catch him. I'm sure.

You want the glory only for yourself, right?

Can I give some advice?

Of course.

Relax. You look like you swallowed a gatepost.

Thanks.

I really like them.

Happy Birthday.

At least this year I didn't get the usual necktie.

I fell in love with the pin.

Very nice.

Dinner must be ready. Drink this while I take a look.

Right.

You've really copped it with this woman-killer case.

You said I could do with some publicity.

Let's not talk about that.

How are your husband and son going?

- They're fine. - That needs to be fixed.

Work is very important but family is even more so.

I know, but what should I do?

My work hasn't made life together easy.

What does your son say?

He preferred to go with his father.

He'll leave school with three languages.

Don't talk like that. I know you want him with you.

But he decided to go with his father.

Have you asked yourself why?

Roberto...

- Whenever you're ready. - Yes, darling.

Let's go.

- What the hell's going on! - It's not this one.

Moron!

Get out!

Move.

Are you Jose Manuel Vadillo's wife?

If you want to put it that way.

Get out.

I've been looking for you for days.

I've been on holidays.

- Come with me. - I've done nothing wrong.

Let the judge decide that.

What brings you here?

I'd like to interview you for my show, but my team...

told me you flatly refused.

I'm afraid your team's right.

But come in.

I'm flattered you've come to ask me yourself.

But I can't.

The investigation is confidential.

But you're not a magistrate.

You're a psychiatrist.

You must know about the killer and you should tell them.

To you, of course.

I think we're going to understand each other.

It'd be really nice.

But let's find out.

Give me a reason why I should tell you all about the case.

There's a very simple reason.

So you don't have to work too hard...

Whenever I want something I get it.

You don't say!

I've got something that interests you.

And you?

What have you got that could interest me?

Nothing comes to mind.

Nothing?

- You like playing? - Only if I win.

But first you need to gamble. That's the exciting part.

If I lose, I'll tell you all I know about the case.

And if I lose?

Then what you had in mind will happen. What do you think?

What's the game?

Come.

This will be the game.

I haven't practiced in 20 years. I have no advantage.

One shot each. It'll be more exciting.

Whoever's closest to the bullseye wins.

I win. You must keep your word.

You're a hot player... and I'm a good loser.

Let's go back to the lounge.

There's a witness to that man's crimes.

A witness?

Someone saw him kill the shop owner.

But I don't think the police will find him.

Only someone capable of bypassing the rules could.

See what I mean?

I do. Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Sometimes justice is too slow.

If we don't hurry that man will keep killing.

What do you want as a reward?

He hasn't come home in a year.

Your husband's wanted on five charges.

Armed robbery, drug-trafficking and so on.

But I have a more serious reason to find him.

What did he do this time?

Have you heard of the case of the woman-killer?

Yesterday.

We believe your husband witnessed one of the killings.

A statement from him might help stop the killer.

- If you know where he is... - I'd have told you.

Any idea where he might be or who to ask? Relatives, friends?

He might try to get in touch with you.

- This is very important. - Sure.

But he won't assist the police. He'd be arrested.

I can imagine.

If you hear from him, please call me.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

I think she knows more.

The Crimes of Serial Killers.

The idea that serial killers only exist in Anglosaxon countries

is wrong and conservative.

In the 17th century, art seemed to exist only in Italy,

yet Velazquez came and revolutionized painting.

Who's to say this country might not give the world

the criminal counterpart of Velazquez?

After an exhaustive investigation

our news team have found out

there's a witness in the woman-killer case.

Wait.

A reward has been offered to the witness of this crime.

You can call these numbers, 308 2100 or 308 2101.

Your fucking mother can finish this one.

I just won the lottery.

You'll be late.

I'm coming.

Your Honour, come and see something strange.

That lady never ceases to amaze me.

Please, come in.

Good afternoon.

Please sit down.

You're not allowed to offer to pay criminals for information.

The State rewards information on criminals or terrorists.

You're not offering a reward for citizen's assistance.

Your offering money to a criminal for your own benefit.

Are you saying we're to stop the ad?

How did you learn there was a witness?

With due respect, you know we don't have to reveal our sources.

You're playing with fire.

And you'll get burned.

Don't worry, we'll call the fire brigade.

Issue an order banning the continuation of the ad.

You know what to do.

Issue the ban.

Magistrate Ramos here. I've got a flat tyre.

- Shall I tell your assistant? - Yes, I need help.

- Location? - In the parking lot.

- Location? - In the parking lot.

- Ten minutes. - Ten minutes?

- Are you leaving? - No, I'll wait.

Yes?

Good evening, Your Honour. Changing a tyre isn't that hard.

Just a bit messy.

Don't be afraid, Your Honour.

I told you I didn't mean you any bodily harm.

And I always keep my word.

What do you want now?

To help you.

By killing more women?

Only this way can you face your ghosts.

If you really want to help me stop killing innocent people.

Your Honour, your problem is you don't listen.

I've told you twice already.

The trill of the hunt...

The greater the risk the greater the thrill.

What a pleasant surprise!

Sorry to bother you but I wanted to talk to you.

It's no bother. Quite the contrary.

Would you like a drink?

Whisky. Straight. No ice.

Come in. Make yourself at home.

Maria...

You're frightened.

Not at all.

What did you want to talk about?

Nothing...

- Well... yes. About Vadillo. - What about him?

It seems there was a leak.

That always happens in investigations.

It's no big thing.

I like you better with your hair down.

I like your smell. I really do.

I love the way you smell.

I thought you'll never come.

Javier...

- Wait. - What's the matter?

I'm sorry... I'm not ready yet.

As you wish.

May I go to the bathroom?

Of course.

Book of Famous Quotes.

Maria.

Leaving already?

No.

Stay a while longer.

Let's leave it for another day.

Why?

Your assistant comes on Thursdays, remember?

That's what I like about you. Your eye for small details.

Small details always give us away.

It's been a pleasure.

Goodbye.

Maria.

- Yes? - Your umbrella.

Sit down.

I think Javier Barea is our man.

Wait a minute...

I don't think I quite understood what you said.

- Javier Barea? - Yes.

It's one thing to like psychopaths...

being one is something else.

Wherever he goes you find the same crimes.

He uses his prestige to join the investigation.

He can fool the police, leaves no clues...

It's the other way around.

Javier goes wherever there are serial killings. It's his job.

I'm certain.

- You think I'm crazy? - I don't know what I think.

I'll just ask you one thing. Be careful.

Think about what you're doing, what you're getting yourself into.

I have. Let me show you something.

Remember the killer's quote?

I got this book from Javier Barea's house.

I have that book too. But I'm not the killer.

Listen.

Your Honour, the problem with you is you don't listen.

I've told you twice already.

The thrill of the hunt...

The greater the risk the greater the thrill.

And watch this.

Having to investigate my own crime

thrilled me more than anything.

I don't believe it!

Having to investigate my own crime

thrilled me more than anything.

The Mexican said the same thing.

And somebody erased it.

He erased it.

And let me take the tape.

So?

He must have leaked the story about Vadillo.

It could have been 5 secretaries, several court officers or myself.

He had a motive.

We need proof, not motives, Your Honour.

Anyway, get all the information you can...

cases he's worked on, ect.

- Will you do it? - Of course. As always.

- Found anything? - You'll be surprised.

He was married.

There's more.

She died 10 days after the wedding.

- Do we know how? - No.

But I've located her mother.

Please, don't tire her out. Rosario, you've got a visitor.

Thanks.

I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes.

Whatever. I like visits.

- It's about Javier. - Get closer. I don't hear well.

- About whom? - Your son-in-law Javier Barea.

Javier? What would you like to know?

- Something wrong? - No. He's all right.

He came to see me not long ago, as every year.

He always brings me flowers. He's so kind.

Madam... I'm sorry to have to ask you this but...

it means a lot to me, believe me.

How did your daughter die?

Memory is so strange.

That's the only thing I'd like to forget, but I can't.

She died of leukemia.

By the time we found out it was too late.

- Candela Peraz? - Yes.

- Getting in? - No.

I'll drive you to my husband's hideout.

It's Candela. Turn the light on.

Jose, it's me.

- Jose Manuel Vadillo? - Sure you weren't followed?

- Tell her what you saw. - Where's the money?

Tell me what you saw and I'll decide.

- Did you take a close look? - I'd recognize him anywhere.

I'll never forget that face.

How did you happen to see him?

I was going about my business when that car arrived.

No cars go past that place. At night, at least.

He was acting a bit strange

but I didn't expect him to get a body out of the boot.

I need a detailed description of this man.

- I made a sketch. - Do you have it here?

You'll get it later. Where's my money?

When I have the picture.

All right. Arrange it with Candela.

I'll organize it.

I'd like to interview you in my show tonight.

Interview?

Me?

About your husband.

What about the money?

Part of it tonight and the rest when I get the picture.

- I can't bring it tonight. - Why not?

My business. But you'll have it tomorrow.

I can wait. But don't try to trick me.

- May I come in, Your Honour? - Come in.

Here's what you asked.

You won't find anything of interest.

Barea's squeaky clean.

Good son, good student, great professional, helpful...

He's helped solve several cases.

- Anything else? - Nothing else.

If I haven't rung you by noon, put this in the mail.

I wonder what you and your pimp are up to.

Listen to the radio, tonight. You'll get a shock.

They're here. Don't forget about the envelope.

I won't, Candela.

Don't worry. Good luck.

- Are you from the radio? - Yes.

Do you know if I'll get the money tonight?

Soon...

They told me you'd get it soon.

The bitch was to be there at ten. Maybe you got it wrong.

No. Her friend said she'd left with a guy half an hour earlier.

- I got there at 9.45. - She'll pay for this.

- How's that going? - Dreadful. I've had no time.

How was I to know about this?

- If I were you I'd reschedule. - If I were you, I'd shut up.

I won't look like a fool.

My audience will have that interview.

There are two types of scum I can't stand.

Incompetents and squealers.

And guess what?

You're both.

I haven't said anything. I swear.

Don't make things worse.

I'm no fucking squealer or killer.

I'm beginning to like you.

We can split the money. We'll cheat the bitch...

- I'm going to kill you. - Don't!

I could make it short and neat, but I'll make it long and messy.

Apparently he's been dead for several hours.

People around here don't like us very much.

They didn't exactly rush to let us know.

Anyway...

we've been left without a witness.

- Inspector. - Coming.

Excuse me.

- Yes? - A foul night, don't you think?

Have you lost your voice?

You like macabre jokes, don't you?

Don't say those things, Your Honour.

You may think it's not the right moment

but I have a surprise for you.

I hope you like it.

A truly foul night, don't you think, Your Honour?

Give me your mobile.

Did yours break down?

Give it to me or I'll have you searched.

Be patient, Your Honour. I told you I had a surprise for you.

I want you to arrest me.

Yes, you heard right. I want you to arrest me.

I don't have enough proof. But when I do, I will arrest you.

You didn't understand. You'll arrest me, with or without proof.

Why?

Because you typify your pathetic middle class.

As a psychologist you're pretty banal.

I'd better go back to gathering proof

to catch a despicable killer.

Come on, Maria. Who do you think you're fooling?

You have no proof. You never will.

Quite the opposite.

Think about it.

I'm giving you an opportunity to find yourself.

Use it. You can put a stop to the killings.

By ruining your career, of course.

You decide.

You realize you're blackmailing a magistrate?

I realize you don't give a shit about justice.

The only thing you care about is your status.

Am I wrong?

There's Elorza.

Your Honour, some new developments.

Elena Marques was with Vadillo before he died.

Did you hear?

Elena Marques was with Vadillo before he died.

Shall I take her in for questioning?

Don't do anything for now.

Tonight we have with us

the only person who can describe the woman-killer.

Candela, what exactly did you see?

I'm a bit nervous.

Relax, Candela. You're among friends.

Just tell us the facts.

May I come in, Your Honour?

Sorry to bother you but Candela Perez was found strangled.

She's being interviewed by Elena Marques, right now.

Candela, thank you

for the courage to come and tell us what happened.

Coming to talk to her is unwise. She should be summoned.

I can't let her go on doing crazy things.

I need to talk to you.

Talk to my lawyer.

Can you please leave?

Leave me alone. Talk to my lawyer. I have nothing to say.

Maybe, but you're going to listen.

Javier's using you.

He made you find Vadillo for him.

He's dead now.

Javier... the killer? What are you up to?

Why else would I be here?

For some reason you want to get him in trouble.

- You won't get me into that. - Don't you see...

If you're sure Javier's the killer, arrest him.

I thought you were smarter.

I think Javier is the smart one.

Don't count on me. I'm the one dealing the cards.

Like tonight's interview with a fake witness?

You know your cards are marked.

But you might not know you were interviewing a dead person.

Candela died, and not of natural causes.

When you were interviewing a stand-in

Candela had been dead for over an hour.

You call that ethical? Distorting the truth?

What are you up to? All because you lost your husband and son?

That's it, isn't it? They both left, right?

- How do you know that? - Journalists investigate.

How dare you...

You think only you can pry into people's lives?

Didn't your husband leave you and get custody of your son?

Was it worth it, sacrificing everything for your career?

Don't worry. Just a friendly encounter.

I'm sorry.

It'd be great if you agreed to tell my audience all you said.

It could be fun if you said Javier Barea's the killer.

Watch what you do or your career will be finished.

You were with Vadillo before his death.

I can lock you up just because of that.

Get fucked.

You're making a mistake.

Actually, much worse than that.

You haven't got one piece of evidence

to justify his arrest.

Why are you doing this? Tell me.

I think I have a right to know.

You do your duty and I'll do mine.

My duty is to inform my superiors

that you're close to perverting the course of justice.

Your Honour,

if we arrest Barea now, without any evidence,

there'll be a big scandal.

Your career will be ruined and what's worse...

he'll be cleared of any suspicion.

What has Barea got against you?

What has he got against you to make you act like this?

Arrest him.

And arrange to have him questioned with Elena.

Whatever you say, Your Honour.

You made public the identity of witness Jose Vadillo Castro.

That was summary secret information.

- Who gave it to you? - I claim confidentiality.

Vadillo's wife put you in touch with her husband

on 20 September.

- What time was that meeting? - Around 10 pm.

- What did you talk about? - Your Honour...

My client claims confidentiality regarding all such questions.

Did anybody else go with you?

I went alone.

Did you tell Javier Barea you had that meeting?

No.

Your Honour,

are you involving Mr. Barea in Vadillo's murder?

I remind you we're dealing with an extremely serious case.

Her evidence is vital to clear up the facts.

Is there any type of friendship between you and Mr. Barea?

Depends on what you call friendship.

I've taken part in many investigations in my life.

And I've never leaked any confidential information.

I remember telling you this before.

Where were you on the 20th at around 10 pm?

- At home. - Any witness to confirm this?

Yes.

I rang him after I spoke to Vadillo.

I wanted to know if he could assist me in the questioning.

- You're lying. - Your Honour.

after your verbal and physical attacks.

You're unfit to continue in the committal hearing.

I intend to lodge a protest.

Put that request on the record.

Release the detainee.

Your Honour, this questioning should end

for everyone's sake.

Fine.

The session's over.

You lied to defend Javier. I can't understand it.

Javier told you about the witness and the reward.

He followed you and he killed him.

- You're blind. - I only believe what I see.

Tonight I'll interview Javier's assistant.

She saw you and him in a compromising situation.

You deserve that he kill you.

Revoke the order.

Cancel it, Maria.

Cancel it.

I'm begging you.

We can fix it by saying you were under great stress...

Whatever. We remove you from the case.

But next month it will all be forgotten.

Listen carefully.

If you don't revoke the order your career will be ruined

and I'll be powerless to avoid it.

I know, Roberto. I know.

So?

What's done is done.

Mr Barea...

How do you feel? Any statements to make?

My client won't be making any statements.

But I can say Mr Barea has been released without charges.

The defense feels the magistrate should be declared unfit.

Society allows for judicial errors,

but not a magistrate's deliberately setting out

to destroy a citizen's reputation.

Thank you.

Mr Barea, please...

What will you do after this?

I'll continue working.

If you were after your own ruin, you've succeeded.

I think you should reconsider.

Get your private life in order.

You're... How shall I put it?

... somewhat uptight.

And magistrates need calm.

I'm acting the way you taught me. With conviction.

I never taught you to act without proof.

It may seem impossible but the killer is Javier Barea.

Allow me to give you some advice albeit for the last time.

Let another magistrate handle this and decide if you're right.

Come in.

Your Honour...

They're removing you from the case and initiating proceedings.

You'll most probably be disqualified.

If it's any consolation,

Elena Marques was fired for unethical behaviour.

Yes?

Thanks.

You shouldn't have.

I... didn't. They're not from me.

They're from Javier Barea.

"You're free now. Congratulations."

Your Honour... Have you come to arrest me?

I couldn't, even if I wanted to. I've been fired too.

It's not often magistrates get fired for wrongful arrests

or journalists for interviewing a dead woman.

Now we can be friends.

- Would you like a drink? - A whisky.

- Now tell me why you came. - To warn you about Javier.

Don't you ever give up?

I know he's the killer. Believe me.

It has nothing to do with jealousy or things like that.

I know he killed those two women, Vadillo and Candela.

And he'll go on killing.

He told me about Vadillo so you could find him.

He needed to get rid of him.

Javier is an ambitious man who wants all the credit, that's all.

I didn't come to convince you, just to warn you.

Thanks for the drink. Take care.

Don't worry, I'll fix it.

What will you do now?

I'll manage.

Don't worry, I'm used to it.

You should listen to your friends' advice.

I think we got him this time. I'm sure he lost something.

After killing her he searched all over the apartment.

- Look how he left the place. - What if he found it?

Then we're in the shit.

But I'm convinced he couldn't find what he was looking for.

This is the new magistrate, Mr Albate.

- Inspector Elorza. - How do you do?

Your Honour, this is the body.

Uncover it.

Wait till I talk to her. Then you can come in.

- Good morning, Your Honour. - Good morning.

- Something wrong? - May I come in?

Of course.

What happened?

This is a warrant.

Elena Marques has been murdered.

You must come with me and give evidence.

We've found your fingerprints in Elena Marques's flat.

Why did you go there? What was the purpose of your visit?

I don't know... I wanted to find out more...

Warn her... It was an impulse.

- You won't believe me either. - I believe what I see.

And I can't see how you could come out without one scratch

from a fight to the death with Elena Marques.

Still...

you were the only person in her flat before she died.

At least, the only one to leave fingerprints.

- Good morning, Your Honour. - Good morning.

Did you go to Elena Marques's flat around 10 pm last night?

Yes, I did. I wanted to talk to her.

How long did you spend with her?

About half an hour.

I'd appreciate it if you could talk in more detail

about the half hour you spent with her.

What motive would I have to kill her?

That's up to you to explain.

Is it true you slapped her in front of her entire team?

Answer. Is it true?

You did have a motive for that.

- I hope you... - Just answer my questions.

Don't make my job more difficult.

After the autopsy you'll be summoned again.

From now on, you'll be at this court's disposal.

Make sure she's contactable for the next 48 hours.

Very well, Your Honour.

He lost something while killing Elena Marques.

How do you know?

The whole apartment was upside down.

We've searched every inch of it but we couldn't find anything.

That's because he found what he'd lost.

Maybe.

I'm sorry about the way this is turning out for you.

Yes?

Hello, Maria. How are you?

- Damn you, bastard! - Don't say that to me.

I don't deserve it.

I've kept my word. You're a free woman now.

You have no husband, no son, no profession.

I'm all you have now.

I'm here. Very close.

I wanted to see you.

To the right, darling. Turn to the right.

You're despicable.

You think so now, but you'll change your mind.

Pity I have to leave you alone for a while.

But I'm sure you'll be ready when I get back.

Yes, Maria... I have a lot of faith in you.

That's why I chose you.

I told you when we met... You arouse my interest.

Elorza...

I know what he lost in Elena's apartment. A tiepin.

Forget it. We've searched every inch and found nothing.

If he'd lost anything, he found it.

Elorza, Your Honour, come here for a minute, please.

Hi.

I've come to say goodbye.

How thoughtful.

Pity my plane departs in a few minutes.

There are no flights from jail.

You don't say!

Are you trying to scare me?

We found your necktie pin.

Not a very exciting piece of evidence.

I reported the theft to the police myself.

It was found in Elena's body.

She swallowed it as you killed her.

- She swallowed it? - Yes.

That was her style.

- You'd never have done that. - Good proof, isn't it?

Too good.

To the right, darling.

Turn to the right.

I'm afraid I'll miss my plane.

Lucky there's no death penalty here.

That's right.

But you're still a handsome man

and inmates here don't like killers of women, so...

Who knows...

I hope your new friends will help you change.

You'll have plenty of time.

Thirty years is a long time.

You'll come to visit me, won't you, Maria?

We still have a lot to talk about.

Why would I?

You don't arouse my interest.