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What if I don't want a child with you?

The bastard, that's four now!

Quick!

- I'll turn it all over to you. - Thanks, Olga.

- Are you shagging her, Fermí? - How disgusting!

He won't stop now.

- Are you related to him? - He's my uncle.

- Is it a gift for her? - You've ruined the surprise now!

- Guess what I'm about to do? - This isn't the best time.

...to identify the murderer of at least four elderly women...

She died this afternoon.

- 7 minutes late. - 7 minutes waiting for you!

Sara, are you ready?

The detailing... I really like it.

Stop and enlarge the image.

Fucking hell...

Christ!

NIGHT AND DAY

PORTRAIT OF A SUICIDAL TEENAGER

That's him! He dressed the same.

- Did you see his face? - I did.

- Could you identify him? - Yes.

I can see him now. Those eyes...

Look, we'll show you some photos.

With luck, you might recognise him.

If not, we'll try an identikit picture... a sketch.

- I have to sketch? - No. Someone else does it.

You say what you remember. He'll draw it.

My colleague will show you some photos.

If any remind you of him, tell us.

When's the test?

- Sara? - What?

When's the test?

In 2 weeks, you knew that.

I bet you're pregnant.

You look more...

More what?

More beautiful.

- Yeah, sure. - Really.

- More beautiful. No smoking, OK? - No.

- Promise? - Promise.

- Look, Clara. - Ah, the famous Clara?

Yes.

- Morning. - Good morning.

- How's things? - Fine. You?

Fine. This is Sara, my wife.

Sara... Clara.

- Pleased to meet you. - Oh...

Looks better on you.

I almost wore blue trousers. That would have been embarrassing.

- What are you on about? - We're wearing the same blouse.

So you are. What a coincidence!

You look like the girls from ABBA.

You're very funny, this morning.

I'm off. Nice to meet you.

Same here. Let's go shopping one day. Have a laugh.

We'll fight over the same clothes. But, OK!

Remember, no smoking, OK?

It was an accident.

You wanted to phone, got distracted and crashed.

It's that simple, OK?

- My parents... - You'll see them.

Do you understand?

You wanted to phone. You got distracted and crashed.

Stick to that!

You can't remember what you told the cops.

Your mind's blank.

From the crash to hospital, not a thing.

Víctor Porta?

I'm Judge Comas.

- How do you feel? - OK.

Just a couple of questions for now.

The police state that after the accident you said

you crashed the car deliberately.

- I can't remember. - What? The accident?

No, what I told the cops. I can't remember a thing after the accident.

- But you do remember the accident? - Yes.

So what happened?

I wanted to make a call, I got distracted and crashed.

Are you aware that two people in the other car died?

I have here the alcohol and drug test. Both negative, but...

before making any decisions, I'd like you to see a psychiatrist.

- All right? - All right.

I thought I saw my wife in the street.

She's been dead 15 years, but I've seen her.

I thought I had.

The brain plays funny tricks on your mind.

No, I saw him like I see you now. It was him.

A reflection in a shop window.

I saw him! I can't take that calmly!

Why not? OK. Maybe it's true?

Maybe you autopsied some other guy

with the same tattoo in the same place. It's possible.

Why's it important?

Hold on...

You want to see him again?

No. I just want to know who I did an autopsy on.

- I'll ring his wife. - OK.

Do what you like. You always do.

Miren is coming for lunch. You?

- OK. - Great.

That's him!

Got him! Those eyes, oh my God!

- This man? - Yes.

- Absolutely sure? - Yes.

- Are you on any medication, Víctor? - No.

Have you seen a psychiatrist or psychologist before?

So, you're a student. What are you studying?

Art History.

Art History. I wish I'd studied that.

- What do you remember? - I wanted to make a phone call.

I got distracted, then suddenly I crashed.

The police say after the accident you stated

you crashed into the other car on purpose.

- I can't remember what I said. - You remember the crash?

At first. Before we got to the hospital.

- I remember the hospital. - I see.

The accident happened at 5am.

- Who were you phoning? - A girl.

- At 5am? - I wanted to chat.

- Were you going to visit her? - No.

- Where were you going? - I was...

- I don't know. - You don't remember?

I was just driving.

- Do you do this often...? - Sometimes.

When you have a problem you go driving and have a think...?

What were you worried about?

- I don't know. - You can't remember?

Didn't you want to ring your girlfriend?

What's her name?

Angela.

Been together long?

3 months.

- Where did you meet? - At the faculty.

- You study together? - No, she's a lecturer.

- A lecturer. - Yes.

- So she's older than you? - So what?

Nothing.

But when you make a call at 5am,

at that time of night, it's for...

Does she know what happened?

Víctor...

The two people in the other car died.

You know that, right?

Fuck...

I didn't want...

You didn't want to harm anyone, eh?

She said if I kept pestering her she'd report me.

- I just wanted to chat. - So you rang?

Her answerphone wasn't on. I couldn't even leave a message.

What message did you want to leave?

That I was doing it for her.

- Had you told Angela before? - Yes, yes.

A thousand times.

If we split, I'd kill myself.

A thousand times...

An aggression is an aggression, physical or verbal.

Adrià has admitted verbal aggression

and Roger responded with physical aggression.

Both are despicable. Agreed?

In such cases, both should be punished.

But I'll make an exception,

as long as they sincerely repent and both make heartfelt apologies.

Shake hands.

Come on...

Good. I want you to talk to your parents about this.

Then write me a note explaining what you've learned.

Agreed?

We'll talk.

We'll talk at home.

This can't happen again.

For sure!

For starters... No Playstation this week.

And you two need to be good friends again, right?

Of course.

Today's impossible, Miren. You've got exams tomorrow.

It's Maths. I'm ready.

What's so important?

We're just off to the park for photos.

- Who with? - With Leo, Raül and Clàudia.

- Who is Raül? - A friend.

Never heard of him.

- He's not in my class. - Is he taking the photos?

- Yeah, he's taking the photos. - Are you...?

No, we are not, Dad. God, you're a pain!

A little...

Just tell me who with.

- With my mates. - With her friends.

Don't be such a pain.

Know what? I'm off to the loo.

Sara, he's such a pain!

He had a difficult case today.

- A boy who... - No, Sara, He's a pain every day.

All the time.

Maybe we could find him a girlfriend or something.

He might be more relaxed.

I just met a girl.

Might be too young for him but...

Doesn't matter! Young, thin, fat, African, Eskimo...

I don't care, Sara, but he needs to cool off.

And leave me in peace.

Aitor and Clara?

Aitor is the last man Clara would fancy.

- How can you be so sure? - Because you can tell.

Bad idea inviting them both to dinner?

No, but...

Look, we could also ask Sílvia and Vicenç over.

We've not seen them in ages.

- Sílvia and Vicenç? - Yes.

I'll ring Sílvia. She'll be delighted.

Don't call her. I'll speak to Vicenç.

As you like. 9pm, OK?

Stop arranging dinners. You should have your feet up watching TV.

- Come on, Lluís. - Honestly, love. I mean it.

Think! Right this minute,

there is a little sperm and a tiny egg who just met.

They want to relax...

They don't want to be in a womb that's bumping about.

Lluís, you can say the weirdest things...

Speak to Vicenç and Clara and let me know about dinner.

Come on.

- Don't get cross! - I won't.

- Hello. - Hi.

Come in.

Ah... How lovely!

Yeah.

No need to whisper.

Sleeps through anything, this one.

Sorry I came in person.

I could have posted it,

but I remembered you were pregnant and...

- Me too... - Are you pregnant?

Not yet, but trying hard.

Great.

This is the witness report.

Just sign it.

- We forgot. - All right.

- Paperwork. - I'll get a pen.

Here you are.

Perfect.

- Is he...? - Yes, my husband.

I guess one day I'll have to... I don't know. They're here and...

- Was he in the army? - Yes.

I remember his tattoo.

Yeah, I didn't like it... He got it in Iraq.

- Ah. - He was there over a year.

The whole task force got one for some reason.

- The same tattoo? - Hah! Soldiers...

He drove a tank?

Not really. He was an explosives expert.

They drove around in an armoured car, a kind of...

Look, there's a photo here.

That's an armoured car. And this is his platoon.

- The guys with the same tattoo. - I guess so.

So...?

What's up?

If they hit you, hit back.

If you do. Hurt them!

Understand?

Right?

So, hit me!

What's that? Hit me!

Hard!

Harder!

Go for it! That's it!

Like that!

For maximum damage... Hit them there!

Here.

The Adam's apple.

You hit them there hard,

they'll be breathless.

When they're down and gasping, hit hard with your fist!

Till they can't get up. OK?

So come on, hit me!

But bloody hard! Right! Really hard!

Here. That's it. Right, left!

That's more like it, great. Hard, that's it!

Sara's found me a guy.

Yes, he works with her. Pain in the butt.

His wife died ages ago. He's still grieving.

- Poor guy. - Sorry, Sara insisted on dinner.

- I couldn't back out. - That's all right.

- He might be my dream guy. - I doubt that...

It's Bueno.

Hello?

Yes.

No problem.

OK, fine. I'll tell him now. Bye.

- What does the boss say? - Time to get our passports ready.

- In 2 weeks, we're off to Tangiers. - Both of us?

Yes. We have an appointment with the Trade Minister.

If I have this I'll spoil my dinner.

Eat fruit later.

If I don't eat regularly my wife will start to wonder.

Whatever I do she gets paranoid.

OK. I just thought you might fancy some.

And I do.

Know what? Let's do something.

Hold on...

It's really beautiful.

It didn't occur to me it was for our anniversary.

See? With an M, my initial.

I see.

Can I try it on? Only for a second.

It's awesome.

Hello.

Mercè. Hello.

I'm still in Manresa. I'll stay for dinner.

I've been invited and I can't refuse.

In fact, we'll finish so late, I'll sleep here.

Any hotel will do. I'll ask around.

I've got clothes and things in the car, you know.

They've been wonderful. I can't let them down.

I'll call Melvin, he can tuck you in.

Fàtima's with you? Fantastic!

I won't call him then.

Good night.

He's not coming home.

I'll tuck you in.

You know what? Better not wear it at home.

Put it in the jewellery box on my bedside table.

The Justice Department wants to talk to me?

Aitor Otxoa? Forensic psychiatrist?

- Yes. - I'm not from any department.

I am Víctor Porta's father, the boy who had the accident.

- I'd like to speak to you. - I can't tell you anything.

They won't let us see him. Is he OK?

Look, I have to write a report for the judge.

That's my job. I can't talk to relatives.

I understand you are anxious about all this,

but please leave. Don't make me call security.

We just need to know...

The lawyer brought up his affair with the lecturer.

- We knew nothing of it. - I am sorry.

And he was suicidal.

We just can't believe it.

He's a good lad.

He must have had a bad turn.

He didn't know what he was doing.

You're the psychiatrist. Was he aware of his actions?

All this? It's not like him.

As if he had a dual personality.

But my son Víctor, the one I know,

would never do a thing like this.

You've spoken to him. Seen how he is.

Do you have kids?

Please leave or I must call security.

Sorry, sorry! I'm leaving.

Can I have the raspberry cake too?

Will you bring it all round at 8.30pm please?

Sílvia! What a coincidence. I was ordering our dinner.

Cod with potatoes. Vicenç will like it, won't he?

- You're coming to dinner, right? - Are you nuts or what?

Taking the piss, are you? Christ, you've a cheek!

At your place? Do you think we'd have dinner with you

after Lluís kicked Vicenç out on his ear?

How can you! Cod with potatoes...

Stuff your cod!

You leave us penniless, then expect us to have dinner with you?

Like nothing happened? Tomorrow's another day, right, Sara?

Dinner... You know what I think of your dinner?

Stick the stinking cod up your arse!

Then fuck off!

You and your bastard husband. Fuck both of you!

Anything else?

No.

Hi.

Why the hell didn't you tell me about Vicenç?

Oh, yes. They can't come. Seeing the sister-in-law, I think.

- I don't know. - Lluís...

What?

I bumped into Sílvia. She says you sacked Vicenç.

Not exactly...

I meant to tell you after dinner. I didn't sack him.

I supported him, but he'd been arsing around for ages.

- Sílvia told me to fuck off. - She'll get over it.

Vicenç will get another job. She's angry, but it'll pass.

Forget about it. Let's enjoy our dinner.

- Come on, love. - Nope.

- Darling... - Set the table.

- Can I help? - For four. I bought cod for six.

- Darling. - Oh, sod off!

I found him. He works in a warehouse.

What are you doing tonight?

The fridge is all yours. Take what you fancy.

We won't be late.

The washing's nearly done.

It'd be nice if someone hung it on the line.

- Dad, please... - What?

- Are you going like that? - Like what?

- Like that. - What?

- You're not dressed for dinner. - I'm OK.

No, you look like a defrocked priest.

That jacket looks like it's from Oxfam.

So?

Want them to think you're a weirdo?

- Who? - The people at the dinner.

- Sara told you, right? - She said something, yes.

Said something...

- What's up? - What?

She's invited some girl. Don't be scared!

I'm not scared.

- It'll be awkward. - What? It'll be fun!

- She works with Lluís, right? - Yes and she's younger than me.

Not so much.

One of those executives...

- Sara briefed you well. - You're my dad.

I'm keeping tabs.

But you can't go like this.

My dad is not going out in this.

Let's fix you up.

Come on!

Sorry Melvin, something important's cropped up...

I don't know what time I'll arrive. Don't wait for me.

After dinner, tuck her in and leave.

Yes, sir. No problem.

Yesterday you slept in Manresa, today, dinner with colleagues.

- Will you ever dine at home? - I've just been invited to dinner.

- What do you want me to do? - Not lie to me. That's what.

What lies have I told?

- Who'll be at dinner? - You know them all:

Carles Puig, Canals and Vallejo.

A magistrates dinner. Isn't Olga going?

- No. - What a pity.

It's an odd meeting. Sounds sort of...

made up.

Hi, Carles. Listen. What time's dinner?

Half past or 10 o'clock?

Fine. It's just that... suddenly I had my doubts.

Listen, just a sec. My wife wants to say hello.

Yes.

Carles?

How are things?

Very well, very well.

Oh, the usual.

And your wife?

Good to hear it.

Tell her I'll ring her one day,

I still owe her that CD she asked for.

Yes, yes, of course.

Have a nice dinner.

Thanks, you too.

Take care. Bye.

It was largely the architect's idea to merge the exterior with the interior.

So you could be indoors as if you were outdoors...

The pool was Lluís' idea.

What a wonderful house you have!

It's so... So perfect!

Yes, thanks.

So, who's this guy you want me to meet? Tell me.

Yes, well...

I don't know...

Aitor's a good friend.

He's charming.

A good guy...

Attractive.

Widower, handsome, a good man. Sounds perfect.

He has a teenage daughter.

Since his wife died he's been out of it.

Leave it to me, I'll revive him.

- Oh... - Yes.

Lluís! Can you get the door?

- So...? - Fine.

Want to know who I've always fancied?

- Who? - The pretty woman. That...

- Julia Roberts. - Well, sure, Julia Roberts is...

She's a number one. What do you reckon, Cases?

Me? I don't know, that kind of woman seems a bit distant to me.

Not like real women.

- And if the devil brought you one? - You'd be so lucky!

OK, gents, we shouldn't keep him in the dark any longer.

- Can't we stretch it out? - No, come on.

OK. Here we go.

It's not official, but we can tell you.

You'll have to keep it quiet though.

Cases, you know the judiciary appreciates you.

You've had an outstanding career,

always been impeccably professional

and you're a kind of model for many of us.

What are you on about?

I don't get what you're saying.

The association would like to offer you

the post of spokesperson for the High Council of the Judiciary.

Look at him...

- Congratulations. - You deserve it.

- Thanks. - Let's toast to it.

So you decide who's nuts and who isn't.

Yes, among other things.

Not so hard, is it?

That guy who rapes and kills grannies.

Mental, obviously. Don't need a degree for that.

Not sure he's mad.

I don't like that word. In simple terms, it's OK.

- He's a psychopath. - Crazy.

He is disturbed, yes, but...

If he were mad,

he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.

Madmen don't know what they're doing.

- They don't want to do what they do. - Does he know what he's doing?

Raping an 80-year-old is hardly normal.

So you're almost more important than the judge.

Your decision will send him to jail or not.

No. I don't make decisions. I write reports for the judge.

He has the final say.

I can influence...

In fact, today I wrote a report on...

a young lad who was suicidal.

He crashed his car into another. He survived. The others didn't.

I heard it on the radio.

Horrific.

And you've spoken to him? Personally, I mean?

- What do you think? - Well...

I found nothing to exempt him from responsibility,

so he may end up behind bars.

So...

His father came to see me, all upset.

He didn't even know his son had an affair with his lecturer.

How can one live with a son and not know...?

Why don't we talk about something cheerful?

Yes, sorry.

His visit has left me a bit...

Excuse me.

- The cod. - Great!

- So much food. - Yes, far too much...

- What's up? - Police.

Where were you on the 14th?

I'm fed up with this. I left prison 6 years ago.

6 bloody years.

You gonna visit me after every rape?

I didn't do it then, nor now for that matter.

Fuck! You arrested me back then on a woman's word.

So do it again. You must enjoy it.

That's what you want, eh? An arrest.

That's why they pay you. So, arrest the security man.

Throw me in the can to be a thug's bitch again.

I miss it! It's been a long time.

Cool it. Tell us where you were on the night of the 14th.

I was here.

Doing my job, like every fucking night!

- Want to check the file? - No need.

What a waste of time. We must think it through again.

This guy is different. He won't be doing the usual.

- So what do we do? - No idea.

One day he'll slip up. They always do.

How many will he kill, before that?

If he hit him, he must be punished.

Even if Adrià insulted him.

Don't do it again.

But one thing is one thing, and another, another.

A thump is a thump. Look at his bruise.

I don't understand a school allowing kids to fight without punishment.

Not everything should be allowed.

Because if a child does it and doesn't get punished,

he'll do it again.

If we want to be pardoned, we must do penance.

I'm off for a walk.

But you haven't finished your dinner!

Yes, I have.

Adrià, when you finish, help Grandma tidy up.

Do you hear me?

I think they want us to be alone.

Well, yes... I don't know.

Yes, you do.

I do. Sara is determined to find me a girlfriend.

If you don't have one, you don't want one.

That's what I say.

G&Ts! Aitor, can you help?

- Sure! - Thanks.

Thanks.

Clara, we must prepare for Tangiers tomorrow.

- Make sure your morning is free. - OK.

What were you discussing?

- Aitor's girlfriends. - Which one?

None. The ones I don't have.

True. If you had one, Sara would have thrown you a party!

What are you talking about?

- About girlfriends... - About nothing at all.

Nothing at all...

Listen, I went to Tangiers last year.

I got a good guidebook. There's some great places...

Brilliant!

Who's off to Tangiers?

Didn't I tell you? We're going in 2 weeks.

We plan to open a plant there. Making contacts.

No, you hadn't said.

- Only 2 or 3 days, love. - In a fortnight.

Yes.

It's an exciting project. Especially for him.

If the plant opens, he'll be the manager.

But it's only a project, nothing definite yet.

Aitor, so... psychopaths aren't mad?

I don't get it. Isn't a killer mad?

No, not quite, but...

It's not easy to explain, I don't want to bore you...

Go on, I'm interested.

Let's see...

In a nutshell, psychopaths are people who lack empathy towards others.

They only look after their own interests.

But not all are murderers, by any means.

There's psychopathic behaviour everywhere:

At school, in the family, at work...

In fact, about 1% of the population have psychopathic traits.

What's more, in certain sectors, among political leaders,

religious leaders, and top executives,

the ratio is higher.

Higher. Perhaps that might explain their success...

But it's odd, anyway,

that our society rewards psychopathic behaviour.

- Have I given you a headache? - No.

- Sorry, but when I talk about this... - It's fascinating.

But how do you find out who's a psychopath?

It's not easy, but there are guidelines.

They are usually very clever.

Good at their job. Loved by their family...

They're people who can fake things easily.

Excuse me, Clara, but...

I may as well ask.

This plant in Tangiers they want to open,

and rumours say my husband might manage...

- When will it open? - Sara, darling...

Well, it's only a project.

I was just asking

because if I have to wait for Lluís to tell me,

he might tell me in Arabic, which I don't speak.

I didn't tell you because nothing is finalised yet.

It's not, and yet you're travelling there.

When were you planning to tell me? From there?

- It's in 15 days. - 15 days, precisely.

I'll put it in my diary so I won't forget.

There's an entry already. But fine, I'll note this too.

No problem. Shit, Lluís! You've got some cheek.

Excuse me, but I must get some sleep. If not, I'll be knackered tomorrow.

- Leaving already? Oh, no! - Yes.

- Want a ride? - No, I came by car.

- I didn't. - Didn't you?

No, I got a taxi.

Well, would you like a lift home?

Super.

It's here. That door.

- So, thanks a lot. - You're welcome.

My daughter Miren is upstairs. Probably asleep.

- If you want to come up... - No, it's past my bed time.

Of course.

- So... See you again? - Yeah.

- Aitor. - Yes?

I had a good time.

Me too.

- Good night. - Good night.

Hello?

Miren, sorry, I left my keys. Can you open up?

Sure. Just a sec.

- Hello? - Miren? The door didn't open.

Really? Sorry. Let's try again.

- Good night. - Good night.

OK, darling.

But, I didn't like how you behaved tonight.

Clara might think what anyone would think.

The Tangiers thing is not sure yet.

There's a plan to open a plant there.

We're going to suss it out. That's all.

And you'll be managing it?

We don't even know if it'll happen.

But if it does, and you're the manager...

- What? - You'd have to live there.

Obviously. We'd have to move there.

- You expect me to? - That'd be normal.

If I get a job abroad, what'll you do? Stay here?

Of course.

And if we have a kid?

If we have a kid, all the more reason.

Sara...

Sara, I still don't know if it'll happen.

But if it does and they ask me to be manager, I'll go.

I will. I couldn't turn it down.

It would be a huge step forward for the whole family.

The whole family! You know what? I need some fresh air.

- Where? It's late. - I'm out of here.

Sara!

Sara, fuck...

Occasionally, I go to that bar.

Will we meet again?

I doubt it.

A gin and tonic, please.

They think I'm mad, but I'm not.

Why not Facebook friends?

Because you're my dad!

Makes a profile of his prey,

checks it, make sure it's right.

Our man is a hunter. Barcelona his territory.

Can you hold my hand?

- Our anniversary. - 37 years.

What? You've got a ring.

- You want to spy on Miren. - To make sure she's all right.

3 months and I know very little about you.

Ask me anything. My guard is down.

- Do you have any kids? - You'll be a good mother.

I won't ask you to leave your wife.

I want a divorce.

This is Bruno Effron. He's your new Facebook avatar.

Could you open the door, please?