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NIGHT AND DAY

Montoro at the Faculty would have explained it like this.

- Do you remember Montoro? - Of course I do.

I saw him recently. He hasn't changed a bit.

Is he still after all his female students?

I asked him. Jokingly like...

And?

"Human beings are creatures of habit, Mr Marín."

What did he say that's relevant to our case?

He said: "Imagine a tennis ball in the middle of a football pitch.

"If you tip 50 million ants onto it randomly,

"there's a good chance that one will find the ball.

"But if you only let about 100 go walking about, well,

"isn't there a chance one could find it?

Anything is possible."

"And the ant in question has the same chance of finding the ball

as you lot have of becoming good doctors."

That's him all right. Who was that little guy we all had...?

- Oh, yes! - Back on track. So now what?

There are several possibilities: Artificial insemination,

in vitro fertilization, sperm from a donor...

No, no. Not that.

OK. We could start with artificial insemination.

It's not as fail safe as in vitro, but you never know.

- What's the difference? - With artificial insemination,

we put the ants as close as possible to the ball.

- Then see if they score. - Let's stop talking about ants!

OK. With in vitro fertilization, we take out the best sperm

and place them in the ovule ourselves.

So, there's no problem with numbers.

It's just more labour-intensive, especially for her,

but it offers a greater chance of success.

Excuse me. I'm on call.

Hello?

Where?

OK.

- What is the process exactly? - In vitro?

Sara gets daily hormone injections every day for 3 weeks.

Then, we take a sperm sample from you.

The same day, we prepare them and insert them via a tube.

Very well. OK. See you. Bye.

- Sorry. I have to go. - Sara...

- It's an emergency. - Can't it wait?

Carles, I'm sorry. See you at home.

You can explain it all to me then. OK?

Doctor. Forensics.

I'm Sara Grau, forensic specialist.

- Good evening. - The coroner's here?

- No. He said hand it over to you. - How nice of him.

- So what have we got here? - Car swerved off the road,

burst into flames. Two victims.

A man and a woman. Both died in the crash.

He died in the fire. No ID, so we don't know who he is.

- OK. Where are they? - This way.

She went through the windscreen. Died from traumatic head injury.

The autopsy will confirm that. Has she been identified?

Yes. She had her ID on her.

And the man?

Yeah, you're right, but... You know how things are.

Morning.

Do me a favour. Just listen, will you?

- Who is it? - Vicenç.

Remind him we said we'd have dinner together.

I know. Listen, what exactly do you want me to do?

Why don't we have lunch together? We can talk it over calmly then, OK?

OK, bye.

Don't be an arsehole. Bye, Vicenç. See you.

- Hi, darling. - Hey.

- You must be exhausted. - A little bit.

- What's up with him? - Who, Vicenç?

Nothing, they've got him climbing the walls.

He's been transferred and isn't happy.

- How did it go? - Same old, same old...

An urgent request for an organ donation,

an accident in the middle of nowhere... I'm shattered.

Yesterday you left me alone with your gynaecologist.

- I felt bad about that. - You could have waited 10 minutes.

I felt bad. I told you.

Were you friends with him at uni?

- No. - No?

No.

He's a bit of a tosser. Knows his stuff, but a tosser...

- He's very good. - Yes.

- Sure. - Where to next?

Look.

- What's this? - The forms for the treatment.

When they're inserted, you must rest. It'll be good for you.

You've got to sign there.

- I was thinking... - What?

What if we leave it for now?

Why?

Andreu said they may make me head of department,

- and if I become pregnant... - What'd happen?

Well, you know how it is.

Look. The sooner, the better. It may not work first time round.

Yeah, I know, but...

If you don't want to do it, OK.

I'm only saying the timing may not be right.

- When will it be? - I don't know.

You're worried about your commissions, the mortgage.

Please. This is a baby we're talking about. Not a new car.

- Let's not bring up money now. - Sorry.

- This is the last thing I needed. - I came home to change.

I'm tired. Let's talk tonight.

Sure. Who knows when? You know the kind of day I have.

District managers' meeting. Then the factory in Tarragona,

and when I get back, there's a report for Bueno.

- No idea when I'll get back. - Keep in touch.

Yeah. Where the hell did I leave my phone?

Hey.

Don't get annoyed.

All that about the money, it's...

OK.

- Bye, love. - Bye.

Having kids isn't showing generosity. It's just selfishness.

You don't have kids to love them, it's so they love you,

so someone needs you.

You have them so you feel generous,

not because you really are.

- That's a little... - A little honest.

Lluís and I always wanted to have children.

If you do, it's because you want them.

- It's better if both of us do, right? - Yeah.

But each of you for different reasons.

You need to be clear why you want kids.

You must want them, whatever he says.

I don't see it like that.

There are things you need to do together.

As if the two were one.

Good morning.

- But you're having second thoughts. - No. It's just a matter of timing.

Put it off now and you'll never get round to it.

There'll always be something to put you off.

That's because you're not really sure.

And what about when you had your daughter, eh?

I loved Itziar very much, I wanted a kid to connect us forever.

I didn't want to lose her.

- That's a little... - Yeah, selfish.

Please let me finish my own sentences, OK?

Sorry.

It's just it's a bit sad. You know...

Having a child for fear of losing your girlfriend...

I don't know. I think it's... sad.

- Aitor. - What?

It doesn't ring true.

Good morning.

Yesterday I received the sales report.

In a nutshell, a 1.7% increase compared to the previous quarter.

Correct?

But there's something I have noticed.

- Wasn't the objective... - 2.8!

That's right, 2.8.

There's a shortfall between objectives and results.

- Yes, but... - Could someone tell me

how to measure the level of satisfaction?

I'll tell you. Satisfaction equals results, less expectations.

Results minus expectations.

A simple equation, which in your case leaves us a negative balance.

- In short, in the shit. - Forés, let me explain...

Do me a fucking favour and shut up!

Think you're the only ones who have to present a report?

I have a meeting later with the Board.

How can I show up with this shit?

What shall I say? My staff are idiots?

A bunch of losers who can't close a fucking deal?

- This is not a helpful approach... - Not a helpful approach...?

Mr Palau thinks we're going about this the wrong way!

If you don't like the heat, fuck off out of the kitchen.

You and everyone else.

The company has spent loads on training, courses,

marketing seminars and other bullshit... Why?

For what? A shitty 1.7%?

Luckily, we've got Galvan who made 2.9.

While you, Ferrer, didn't even get to one.

- 0.9. See, my district... - Your district?

Your district is like any other.

We're not discussing volume, we're talking about an increase.

Do you fucking understand what increase means?

How the fuck would you know?

The objective for the next quarter will be 3%.

Anyone not reaching that is off my team.

A good excuse is easier to find than a good job.

Understood?

With the woman, no doubt. Death by head trauma.

Multiple bruises. And... semen in her vagina.

But keep that out of the report for now.

- But it was sperm. - Yes.

They had a good time before their end.

- He got burned big time. - OK, let's start.

Let's see if we can find something to identify him by.

- Fàtima's not in today. - Why's that?

I think she's got the flu.

I asked if she needed anything, but she said no.

On that topic, how's it going?

- She's tough, but we'll get there. - Dream on.

- I've got a cunning plan. Fail-safe. - Really? What?

Slowly, naturally, I'll reveal my intelligence,

warmth and sensuality.

It might work... if you had any of those three things, of course.

It looks like he was burned alive.

No.

There's nothing here.

- Let's turn him over? - OK.

- Yes, grab him tight. - One, two...

Watch out, watch out.

There.

OK.

Look at this.

It's a tattoo, right?

It looks like...

a skull.

Maybe it'll help identify him.

So... start on the samples?

Hey, Sara? Are you with us?

Yes, sorry.

- Should we take samples? - Yes, of course.

Let's take samples.

Lluís!

- Lluís, do you have a second? - Vicenç! Yes, of course. What is it?

Look, what I said at the meeting...

Don't take it badly. It's to motivate those swines.

- How's Silvia? - Fine.

And the kids? Has the youngest had the operation?

Next week.

Could you come over on Saturday? Sara would love to see you.

- Wait. It can't be Saturday. - Lluis, we need to have a chat.

I really don't have much time. Sorry.

- Another time. - I'm being moved to Oviedo.

Yeah, I wanted to tell you.

And what the fuck do I do in Oviedo? I've got a family, I can't...

Look at it positively. It's a growing area.

- Don't fuck with me. - What?

You've kept me out the loop for months. Damn it Lluís, we're friends!

If not, I wouldn't be standing by you.

- I've worked here for 15 years. - And I've been here 5.

I wasn't consulted and now they're sending me to the middle of nowhere!

- There are new directors. - Oh, fuck them!

I'm fed up, Lluís, fed up! Lluís!

Lluís, you're the manager for Catalonia.

They won't make a decision without your say-so.

I'm fed up.

I'm not willing to put up with this situation any more.

I won't accept the transfer.

- What? - You heard me.

If you don't cancel the transfer, I'm out. Fuck it.

- I understand. - What?

You're right.

I'd love to change your mind, but I understand.

I know you. You're not all talk.

I'll tell the bosses, but I know you won't change your mind.

We'll miss you. Now, sorry. I have a meeting in Tarragona.

You're a cynic. And a son of a bitch!

- Come on, Vicenç... - Go to hell!

- Fuck you and the company! - Regards to Silvia.

What? You're not hungry?

- No. - A sandwich?

I'll notify the police about the tattoo.

- Yes? - Want a coffee?

- I'm... - You're working.

Yes, I'm writing...

I just performed an autopsy on an unidentified man and...

And what?

Well, I think I know who he is. I'm not sure, but I think I know him.

How?

If I tell you something, will you keep mum?

Of course, Sara, of course.

What is it?

Remember about a month ago

we found an old lady dead in her home?

Yes. Fàtima was with you and she threw up.

Exactly. On the day Fàtima arrived.

The boss introduced her and I said:

"A forensic specialist with such great legs?

I'd get myself killed so she could give me a good going over."

Are you aware of what you're saying?

What? Girls like it when you say such things to them.

- Where did you read that? - Real life's not in some book.

If you got out more, you'd see that.

The expert has spoken.

- My favourite forensic specialist. - What's going on?

- Coffee? - No. Seen Andreu?

He's training the new employee.

Fàtima. Just the name turns me on.

Will he be long?

If I were him, I'd take all morning. Look.

- Good morning. - Morning.

Fàtima, let me introduce you to your new co-workers.

This is Fàtima Comín. She's replacing Llorens.

Aitor Otxoa. He's the forensic psychiatrist.

- Welcome. - How do you do?

- You've already met Pol. - Yes. We've met.

Let's do it again.

Pol Ambrós, forensic pathologist and the joy of the profession.

- If you need anything... - And Sara Grau, from Pathology.

- Hello, Sara. - Hi.

An institution around here!

You'll get to know the others later.

Now I have a department meeting.

Fàtima, they'll bring you up to speed.

If you want me to show you...

Pol, Sara will do that. Corpse 2-4-4 awaits you.

- My patient is in no hurry. - Pol...

- All right. - Good. I'm going too.

- All right. - Good. I'm going too.

Fàtima... I love your name.

Bye, Pol.

Bye.

Well, I guess it's up to me to show you the works.

I studied in Tarragona. Then I did my Master's in the US.

- But you've never practised. - No.

Well, you're lucky. The facilities are relatively new.

Top-quality materials.

A chromatograph for liquids and gases with a mass detector.

- Do you want to see? - Yes. Of course.

Our team seems nice.

Andreu has his little quirks, but he'll always look out for you.

He sure praises you.

I was his student at uni. I'm fond of him.

Aitor also seems very nice. A little serious.

He has his reasons.

- Are you seeing anyone? - Me? No.

Don't let Pol know. Or he'll never leave you alone.

Yeah. He'll flirt with anyone, right?

Yes, anything that breathes.

I passed all my exams without enthusiasm. I spent hours in the bar.

I wasn't inspired to specialise.

Geriatrics? Depressing. Paediatrics? No way, thanks.

An ophthalmologist only sees eyes. Right?

General medicine? When an interesting case arises,

it passes to a specialist.

And you spend your time writing prescriptions,

releasing patients, putting up with their complaints...

In the end...

Let's see. Sole... and vegetables.

Magda doesn't vary the menu much, but it's all good.

If I change a dish, people complain.

I don't eat much. I'm on a diet.

You? Why? It's me that should be on a diet.

- I'm five pounds over. - Oh, good grief.

I must be really boring you, huh?

- No, not at all. Go on. - You sure?

Of course.

I was about to quit.

Then in my sixth year I took Legal Med.

A class you'd never imagine was interesting. Andreu was my teacher.

Suddenly, I found myself applying for lots of internships.

And I found them...

I learned to read bodies...

to uncover what colleagues had overlooked.

And I was hooked.

People ask me, and they'll ask you too,

how can you work with such macabre things and later...

go out, walk, have an ice cream,

or make holiday plans? You know.

Sometimes I ask myself that too.

Sorry.

Hello?

OK.

Yes.

Can you wait or...?

Perfect.

What was that?

Perfect.

OK. Be right there. Bye.

I have to inspect a crime scene. Want to come?

- I don't know. - One day has to be your first.

All right, yeah, let's go.

Let's finish eating.

Sònia. How are you?

This is Fàtima. It's her first day.

- Congratulations. - What have we got?

Not a pretty sight. Let's go.

Carme Palacio, 84. Lived alone.

Neighbours reported a foul smell.

- Do you want...? - No thanks.

Up to you.

What's up, Toni? Some fresh air?

- You guessed. - Fàtima. Toni Guillén, Homicide.

She's new. Your Honour...

- Finally. I've been waiting. - Traffic, your Honour!

All right. You've got your work cut out.

Her hobby was decorating.

Husband died 10 years ago. Since then, she's barely gone out.

Went to church, but not much else.

She just accumulated more and more crap.

- Diogenes Syndrome. - You should see my house.

Ladies.

All yours.

Fàtima, come here a second...

Throw up outside!

She apparently died from asphyxia, but we need to perform an autopsy

to determine the cause and date of her death.

I'll arrange the examination, you perform the autopsy.

It was on the dresser in the dining room.

- Bingo. - And it's a big one.

- How much? - About 30,000.

- Bloody hell. - And they didn't find it?

- Wasn't well hidden. - Or they weren't looking for it.

- Why not? - May have been rape. I found this.

- It was stuck to her crotch. - What is it?

Could be part of the wrapping on a condom.

When will the results of the autopsy be in?

- Preliminaries tomorrow afternoon. - Good. Well, I'm off home.

Have the undertakers been notified?

- Yes, of course. - Perfect. All right. Bye.

Bye.

- I'm sorry. - Let's go.

- Where? - We need a drink.

There's a bar here on the corner that's not too bad.

- Bye. - Bye.

Don't tell anyone, OK?

No need. Everyone was already there.

The first day is always special. Then you get used to it.

Thank you, but I bet you didn't throw up.

No. I kept it in. But when I got home I wept buckets.

7-year-old girl.

Parents said she fell off her bike.

The girl said it too, crying. Insisted on it.

But it wasn't true...

She had recent bruises

and others that couldn't have been from one fall.

She kept defending her father until her mum finally told the truth.

At first, you'll get a tickling sensation on your skin.

It's your armour forming.

- But sometimes... - What?

Sometimes you see things that'll make you question if it's all worth it.

And then what do you do? How do you...?

I tell my husband to hold me tight. All night.

Well, why are you here wasting time?

He's not here. He's in Madrid.

You're still here, huh? Hey! Two gin tonics.

I thought you couldn't drink while you were on duty.

At least in the movies...

We're off duty for exactly 5 minutes.

Bring us some nibbles.

- Are you feeling better? - I think so, yes.

Get used to it because this will not be your last.

4 months ago, another one turned up dead.

79 years old, she also lived alone.

Same signs of violence on the body.

- Did they also rape her? - Yes, Forensics believe so.

2 months ago. Another similar case. In Viladecans.

80 years old. The same circumstances.

So you think all three were killed by the same person?

Three elderly women, who lived alone,

murdered violently with signs of sexual violence.

- A serial killer? - It could be.

- When's the autopsy? - Tomorrow morning, early.

- So we still have time. - For what?

For another drink.

Same again.

There was a guy looking at you all the time. So what?

Pol was right. You need to get out more.

We were chatting for a while with Fàtima, Toni and Sònia.

Then they left.

Well, I'm off home to crash out.

So early? Have another!

- Night, Toni. - I'm off too.

- Are you heading into town? - Yes.

- If you want, I can take you. - OK.

- Till tomorrow. - See you.

- Be good. - Yes.

Bye.

So, shall we have another, or what?

- You're not tired? - You know me.

- Where's your husband? - He's in Madrid.

- And you're not scared? - Scared? Of what?

Being home alone?

Listen, if you want...

- Toni. - What?

- That won't happen again. - What a shame.

OK, I'm... going. Are you coming?

No, I'm staying for a bit.

- Alone? - Yes, alone.

- Very good. Good night. - Good night.

Sweet dreams.

Hi, Lluís...

Are you in the hotel?

Oh, sorry I woke you up.

No, don't worry. Tell you later.

Nothing, it's just that I wish you were here.

Yes, OK, we'll talk tomorrow. Fine.

Good night.

The bill, please.

So, your friends left you alone?

They like to go home early.

Yeah.

Thank you.

And you too? Huh?

No... Not me.

Look, the Torre Agbar.

I designed its interior,

you know...

I don't want to know anything about you.

Not your name...

or what you do.

OK.

No questions.

No names.

If you need one...

choose the name you like best.

- Emma? - Emma is fine.

- Hello, Emma. - Hello.

- Hello, Emma. - Hello.

Do you like it?

- I got it in Singapore. - Liar.

It's true.

- What does it mean? - Nothing. It's only a skull.

Just a sec...

You're telling me...

you hooked up with the guy you just did an autopsy on?

Leaving already?

Yes.

- Just like that? - Just like what?

Just like that. Not even a goodbye.

- Bye. - Bye.

We could do it again, eh? Why such a rush?

I've got to get up early.

Every now and then I stop by that bar.

Fantastic.

Will we meet again?

I doubt it.

And now the body is unidentified and I don't know what to do.

- Did he tell you his name? - We used invented names.

- What will you do? - I don't know.

He said he worked on the Torre Agbar. Maybe we could find him through that.

They'd want to know how you knew him.

I met him at a... I don't know what to do, Aitor.

Excuse me for bringing this up, but...

This morning you said you were thinking about having kids.

Now, you tell me you hook up with random strangers.

I don't understand you Sara. Honestly. I don't understand.

- Me neither. - Why do you do it?

I don't know.

Stop me if I'm going too far, but...

Look, his identity is not your problem.

They'll find out in the end.

I don't know.

You don't see why I want a child with my husband and yet...?

Yes, exactly.

- Hello? - Oh, excuse me.

The police rang.

A woman has reported the disappearance of her husband

and the description matches our burned out case.

- Oh, really? - She's coming to identify him.

Did they ask her if he had a tattoo?

Yes, but they want her to confirm it's him.

- She'll be here in 30 minutes. - Have they said anything else?

- Who he was or...? - No. A normal guy.

A security guard cheating on his wife.

See you in a bit.

Think about it, Sara.

Sorry, Bueno. The road into Barcelona was horrible.

Yes, I was in a huge traffic jam too.

- Oh, I didn't know. - No big deal.

This way you get to meet. Clara Salgado. Lluís Forés.

- Delighted. - Me too.

Clara just joined the company.

- Good. Welcome. - Thank you.

Is it OK if she stays? She can see how we work.

As you wish.

The Palau problem is solved. He is resigning.

Congratulations.

- But you two are friends? - We were.

The company's aware that your task isn't pleasant,

but we value your efforts to cut down staff in your department

- without causing headaches. - That's the job.

Once we get his resignation letter, you'll get your bonus.

- How is Sara doing? - Fine, thanks.

Give her my regards.

Before you tell me how it went in Tarragona, one thing... Clara?

Not much to explain, I just got here but...

they're so happy with your work they want me to join you

so you'll show me the ropes. There's no better teacher.

- As long as you agree, obviously. - What? What do you think?

What's there to say? No problem.

Thanks. I'm sure we'll get on fine.

Clara is really special. You'll see.

She's got enough masters' to decorate your office.

OK. So how did Tarragona go?

This way, please.

You only need to confirm that this is your husband.

Sit down, please.

Are you OK?

Take your time. There's no rush.

Fancy some water?

Poor love. How he must have suffered...

in the fire...

I'm Sara Grau, the pathologist who performed the autopsy.

He didn't suffer at all.

There was a head injury.

He was unconscious before the fire.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

I don't know what he was doing in that car.

I don't know that woman at all.

He told me that he was playing cards with friends.

Now what do I do?

- Go! You must have work to do. - No don't worry.

So who was that woman?

The name didn't mean anything to me.

What were they doing there?

Must have been an affair.

How far along are you?

8 months.

- Boy or a girl? - A boy.

I don't know if it helps, but...

I did the autopsy on both...

your husband and the woman with him in the car.

I can assure you there was no sex. At least not today.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Maybe his car broke down and she gave him a lift...

Maybe. Maybe that's what happened.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

May God grant you peace.

Do not look to our sins, but to our faith.

Give us that peace and that unity, we implore you.

You who live and reign for ever and ever.

Amen.

- May God's peace be with you always. - And with your spirit.

Brothers and Sisters, share that peace.

- Peace be with you. - And with you.

- Hey. You finally got here. - Sorry. Did I wake you?

Have you had dinner? Shall I make you some?

- No need. - You don't look well.

Hey...

I'm not a good person.

What's going on?

- I'm a bad person. - Why do you say that?

I don't know why...

you want a kid with me.

- Because I love you. - Yes, I know that, but...

Do you think being a father doesn't scare me?

Do you think I never have doubts?

But that is what I want the most:

A son, a daughter... Either is OK.

A baby that is ours. Yours and mine.

That's what I want most in the world.

A child with you, the woman I love.

Will you ever stop loving me?

Never.

- No matter what happens? - No matter what happens.

And if I told you...

What?

That I've done...

If I told you I didn't want a child with you...

would you stop loving me?

No. Never.

- May the Lord be with you. - And with your spirit.

May Almighty God bless you, Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Brothers and Sisters, go in peace.

We thank you, God.

He's up to four, the son of a bitch.

Three judges for a single case only complicates things.

Both of us? You just said I could handle this one alone.

- What's going on, Miren? - May I go to my room?

- Are you sleeping with her, Fermí? - How disgusting!

I only wanted to say I'll think of you.

This is a really bad time.

Scratches on her wrists similar to that caused by plastic clamps.

The door wasn't forced.

He wants his victims to be aware that they are dying.

- Do you know if she is married? - Sara...

Yes, I confess. She's my lover.

Sara, are you ready?

Stop! Zoom in.