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I don't know. I really like the detailing.

I just want to know who I did an autopsy on.

We'll talk at home.

Hard, that's it!

- He'll slip up. - How many more will die?

The guys with the same tattoo.

We want you to be the spokesperson for the High Council of the Judiciary.

Stuff your cod!

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

Maybe we could find him a girlfriend or something.

Leave it to me, I'll revive him.

Nice.

- The cod. - Great!

In 2 weeks, we're off to Tangiers.

When were you planning to tell me? From there?

- I need some fresh air. - Sara!

Do you have any kids?

- A daughter. - Ah...

Best thing in life.

I've got two,

but they don't get on.

And I think, what did I do wrong?

Kids are one thing, but then they grow up.

They ring you, but have nothing to say.

You're a stranger,

an awkward presence, and they feel guilty.

When did my son last hug me?

Truth is, I can't remember.

They say I'm getting old. That my mind wonders.

I'm losing my memory.

And them? Do they remember to call me?

That's why I'm here, right?

To see if I'm off my trolley. To try and certify me.

Know why? So I don't spend my savings.

To protect me from myself.

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

Not at all.

Do you have any kids?

NIGHT AND DAY

ITINERARIES

Hey, darling.

I'm leaving.

PREGNANCY TEST

I've been checking similar ventures in Tangiers and Marrakesh.

Depending on how we spread the investment, we could...

Hey!

- Sorry. I zoned out. - Shall I go on?

When we get there. I had a bad night. I'm not well.

- Nothing serious? - Sara's been a pain.

She's furious I hadn't told her about Tangiers.

I just need to close my eyes.

- Oh, shit, I can't! - You can't what?

Can't they make planes that don't shake?

What are you looking at?

- What? Are you scared of flying? - Yeah!

How many flights do you take a month? 3, 4, 5...?

On average 10. Sometimes more.

- How do you manage? - Self-control.

And a little secret. A sedative.

But last night I hardly slept.

If I take it, I'll be a zombie in Tangiers.

Keep this between us.

- Anchorages. - Pardon?

A technique I learnt in a coaching session.

In stressful surroundings you project a positive image.

Better than pills.

- Trick the mind. - Right.

We behave as if programmed.

- Yes. - It's all in the mind.

- Don't let the external dominate. - Right.

Look, don't take this the wrong way, but will you hold my hand?

Thanks.

- What's up? - You OK, Sara?

Yes...

Sorry, I just got a bit dizzy.

- I can do the autopsy myself. - No, I'm all right. Come on.

The cleaner killed in the last case...

- Emilia Lampe? - Yes.

She wasn't due at the flat till the next day.

We think the killer thought the victim would be alone.

Here are two new images. From the same camera.

This 10 days earlier. And this, 3.

His build, the way he moves, give him away. It's him.

This confirms that he follows and studies his victims.

He learns their habits.

He prepares his murders methodically.

At first, he probably doesn't speak to them. Only observes.

But then he must make sure they're alone.

We are not looking for an impulsive murderer.

In a way, he does what we're doing now.

Establishes the victim's profile.

He studies it and makes sure it fits perfectly.

Found any similarities apart from them living alone and their age?

Not so far. The killer is about 40.

Judging from when he acts, either he's unemployed or works shifts.

Good. Thank you from your prompt information.

And congratulations.

They say you'll be the spokesperson for the High Council of the Judiciary.

It's only a rumour.

You must be joking!

Why can't we be Facebook friends?

You're my dad!

I won't write anything embarrassing.

- Just "likes" and that... - Yeah, sure!

- But what's the problem? - It'd be like reading my diary.

Rubbish. Your diary's not open to the world.

This isn't. Only my Facebook friends read it.

How many of the 600 do you know?

- You spied on my friends list? - You can see it on a friend request.

I'm off to see a film.

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

- And Pep? - Been snooping through my phone?

- Home by 11pm! - Shut it.

Did you hear me?

Kids are kids.

We often expect too much from them.

My husband died years ago. Lung cancer.

30 years telling him not to smoke...

A month after retiring... Can you imagine?

He worked all his life.

Are you married?

I was. She died.

Don't you miss her?

I miss my Tomàs a lot.

Every now and then, I go and talk to him.

I take him flowers. Tell him what I'm up to. How the kids are.

I also write in case he can't hear me.

He was a writer, you know? A poet.

I tell him I miss him and I long to be with him.

Do you believe in God?

- No. - Nor do I.

But I like the idea of God, especially since I met Teresa.

She's a bit old fashioned.

Every Tuesday and Thursday she goes to Mass.

She asked me to go along with her.

In the past, I didn't take much notice.

Now I enjoy listening to the priest. It makes you think.

Dr Abad tells me that's good for me.

Ever been to a church just for the heck of it?

- No. - My children think

that I've turned religious just because I go with Teresa.

But I haven't.

I like the idea of God.

Do you believe in God?

- Morning. - Morning.

- Welcome to our hotel. - Thanks.

- Thank you. - Here.

- A reservation for 2 nights. - Yes, 2 nights.

Excellent. Here.

Room 213. Would you like twin beds or a double?

Twin beds or a double...

I think we're in one room.

- We booked two rooms. - Oh, I see... Excuse me.

- I thought you were a couple. - No.

- I'll look for a second room. - Thank you.

He thought we were a couple.

If we do share, I talk in my sleep.

I pull the the duvet over to my side...

Ah! I'd fight to the death for that!

- Many tried, few won. - They weren't up to the task.

Sorted.

So, rooms 113 and 107.

- Thanks. - Thanks. Enjoy your stay.

- Go on. I have to make a call. - OK.

- Hey! - Hi, darling.

Just got in. Know what day it is?

Not right now. Remind me.

D Day, H Hour. You can do the test.

I meant to say this morning, but you were asleep.

Sorry, I'm in a meeting.

- I can hear street noise. - Yes, the meeting is in the street.

Are you still pissed off?

Lluís, I can't talk now. Honest.

OK. Ring me when you can or when you feel like it.

- All right, talk to you later then. - Bye.

Jesus Christ!

Here you are.

- Thanks. - Sugar for the system.

I'm sure it's just low blood pressure.

Well... Yes.

Do you mind if...? It's not busy now and I could...

Take a seat.

- Want one? - I've given up.

Sorry, I didn't know.

Go on, please. I love the smell.

How are you doing?

I'd smoke a whole forest. Only food keeps me calm.

Two kilos in 3 weeks.

I'm getting a big bum.

If I gave up smoking, my arse would hit the deck.

Magda, can I ask you something?

Sure.

You didn't have kids. Didn't you want them... or...

Takes two to tango.

My relationships have always been complicated.

It's not official yet.

- In any case, congratulations. - Yes, well...

Later, I have a meeting with the Security Board.

I think if resources were boosted our results would improve a lot.

We can't afford to have another victim.

We know he kills old women who live alone.

Loneliness is probably a big issue in this case.

Our man is probably a lone wolf.

He leads a seemingly normal life. Unnoticed, without real friends.

Civil, but distant.

As for modus operandi: There are four types of psychopath.

Fishermen.

They operate outside their home city.

Simulators. They take on a role,

or create a situation to fool, then attack, the victim.

Then there's opportunists.

They don't plan actions, they just come across them.

Our man is none of them.

He's a hunter. Methodical, patient.

His territory is Barcelona.

A predator who enjoys hunting. And waiting.

Like a cat stalking his prey until it decides to attack.

I like routine.

Many people say they don't like routines.

My children, for instance. Both divorced.

Got bored, they said.

Now, they're both embittered.

All because they didn't know how to nurture a routine.

I like knowing what I'll be doing every day.

Tuesdays, for instance.

That's market day.

Trini's stall sells Palamos prawns.

I love the Costa Brava, I lived there a long time.

My parents had a house there.

I spent years painting there.

Before retiring I did that,

I painted pictures.

Now I can't any more, my hands tremble.

On Wednesdays, I visit Dr Abad.

He prescribes more pills every time.

But he does so with a smile.

He says that smiling makes you live longer.

On Thursdays, it's pensioner's club.

I play cards with Teresa.

I don't care whether I win or lose.

What I enjoy is the company.

That's why I started going to church with her.

Not that I believe in God.

But I enjoy listening to the priest.

Do you believe in God?

No idea how he knew his name. Or how he...

I've not said a word about Pep.

- Do you know? - How could I?

Because my dad tells you everything, Sara.

What?

- Can you keep a secret? - Yes, I swear.

I swear.

A few days ago, after that dinner at our place,

he got home, saw you two in bed and pretended he had left his keys.

Oh my God! Really?

Something worse happened when I was 17.

- Worse? - Yes.

His parents, real church goers, caught us in bed.

They called my parents, scandalised by it all.

- Really! What old farts... - Right.

Worse. He was my classmate's boyfriend.

What did your folks do?

Lectured me and grounded me for a month.

- You just made that up, right? - Why would I do that?

To tell me that my dad took it quite well

and the only thing he did was try to...

Sara, I just can't tell him these things.

And he's not accessing my Facebook!

I don't want him breathing down my neck.

- Hold on. - What?

An eyelash. Wait.

There.

Make a wish.

Granted.

You'll be a great mum.

- You think so? - Yeah.

I wish Dad was like you.

If his watch stops, he needs someone to wind it.

Nothing came of him and that girl, eh?

Nothing.

We'll have to find another.

Yes.

- Morning. - Morning, sir.

- How are you? - Very well, thank you.

Pleased to meet you.

- Thanks. - Welcome to Tangiers.

Welcome.

The new part you've built...

Clara, please.

One of the most exquisite pleasures in the world.

She speaks Arabic too!

I am good at languages.

To doing business.

What just happened?

See you soon, yes.

Take care, yourself.

Great! It's not a secret any more.

The Council has approved.

They want me as the spokesperson for the High Council. This is...

A great opportunity.

A brilliant acknowledgement.

Particularly as it was my colleagues in the Judiciary who proposed it.

Curtain rises:

Judge Fermí Cases goes to the capital.

Bound to have many late meetings on Fridays.

The kind that crop up out of the blue.

Friday meetings that extend to Saturday lunchtime.

With a brandy and a cigar, perhaps.

And after so many meetings,

Fermí will need...

his Sunday rest.

In Madrid, of course.

And to top it all. Me, the main character,

playing the piano while you're in Madrid, having a ball.

Curtain falls.

Are you leaving?

Everybody congratulated me, but you.

Thanks.

- You know what day it is? - Yeah. Our anniversary.

Yes.

37 years.

You have a ring. What else do you want?

Nothing.

- Ball, horse, apple. - Again.

Ball... horse... apple.

Again.

Ball... horse...

- apple? - Very good.

Now. If you have 30 coins and give me three,

how many are left?

27.

And if you give me three more?

24.

Can you please say those three words again?

Have we finished?

I'm tired. I want to go home.

Hey! Going to be long?

No, why?

My car is in the garage, can you give me a lift?

If you can't, I'll take the bus.

Yes, sure.

I'll switch this off and we can go, no sweat.

Your daughter?

No. It's... Itziar.

- My wife. - Oops, sorry.

No problem. She was 17 here.

This is Miren.

They look alike.

Bad day?

Yes. I just want to go home, sit on the sofa,

and watch some crap... Tune out a bit.

I could roll you a joint in the car, if you like?

- No, been a long time since... - A beer then?

Well, "Madame Butterfly" is just a conventional melodrama.

It works because it's a tragedy that condemns the illicit love

of two characters from very different backgrounds.

Voilà!

It's a narrative structure, though.

We see it repeated ad nauseam in TV serials.

But they change the end.

So, you want to spy on your daughter.

Not really, I just want to make sure she's OK.

If you're not connected on Facebook, it could be tough.

- But there are alternatives. - Oh? I'm not sure..

Remember that Hitchcock film, with James Stewart...

Him in a wheelchair spying on his neighbours all day?

He gets the killer in the end. "Rear Window".

Right. You'd be Stewart.

Looking out of the window, unbeknownst to the criminal.

Don't describe my daughter like that.

Come on! You're doing it too, aren't you?

Yes... I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know.

- What would you do? - 20 euros.

- You want money? - For raw material.

Look around! 5 or 5:15pm.

What?

Like a clock, you know? Eye contact. That's how you score.

- No. - Trust me.

Hi, girls. Can you move over a bit?

- I'm Pol. - Bet.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm with a mate. The guy with the beard.

He'll love it, you'll see.

Hah! He likes everything but me.

What about the ring he gave you?

I don't get that.

- An anniversary gift 3 weeks early? - From Fermí?

I don't know why you insisted I book a table.

A romantic dinner is always great.

Go on, ring him again.

And this Madrid thing, when will you know?

It's up to Congress and the Senate.

12 out of 21 members have to be judges.

- Are there no clean undies left? - Yes. I did a wash yesterday.

Look in the drawer.

Now it's a case of earning points to influence their vote.

But let's not count our chickens. All the candidates are excellent.

I bet they aren't as handsome, though.

Pity they won't take that into account.

Imagine if I went to another city?

I love Madrid.

What's the name of that square downtown?

Big theatre, lots of bars?

- Santa Ana. - Yes.

- I used to go with my ex. - Which one?

Òscar. We used to go to Madrid often, for work.

If all goes well, you'll be able to go often again.

I could go see you at the weekends.

The flea market on Sundays!

Then we could row a boat round the Retiro Park.

As if we were 15.

- Are you staying for dinner? - Excuse me.

Mercè. It's the third time she's called.

Better answer it.

- For another headache? Nah! - Come on, don't say that.

It's getting worse every day.

She's convinced this Madrid thing is a way to keep out of her way.

You know what? She's right.

I don't know what I like best, getting this post,

or being able to stroll around with you, without pretending.

I've put up with her for 37 years.

37 years, a lifetime.

What did I get in return? Complaints and a long face.

I think I've done plenty for her.

I deserve to be happy for what's left of my life.

Want me to leave her?

No. I'd never ask you to leave her.

- But I want to be with you. - We are together.

Hello, who is it?

Good evening. I'm from the church.

We're seeking help for needy children.

Could you open the door, please?

Sorry, go on.

I didn't want to say in front of them,

but as they're willing to sign the agreement,

I think we should get the government to finance 20% of the land purchase.

That would mean us investing another 3 million,

but the returns would be five-fold.

Can we talk about it tomorrow morning?

Yes.

Delicious wine.

- What's it called? - Khalif. From the Fez region.

To Fez.

- Clink, clink? - A reflex act.

A habit from the old days in school.

Not going to expand on that?

It's daft. We did it for luck when out on the town.

- Did it work? - Not really, not much.

Tell me about you.

Like what?

We've worked together 3 months and I know so little about you.

Ask me whatever.

Wine drops my guard, and I've had more than you.

Really?

Your three to my four.

- So? - So what?

Where are you from?

My dad owns a cake shop in Sabadell.

My mum helps him and works in a boutique all afternoon.

- And your Masters' degrees? - It hasn't been easy.

It's mine.

Yes?

No, I can't talk now.

Stop calling me, for Christ's sake!

He's a pain.

Called me at 3am last night. Done it before.

Another broken heart.

To hell with boyfriends. I have other priorites.

Welcome to the club.

Three to five. Give up? Or do we keep going?

Justin Bieber, One Direction, David Guetta, Bruno Mars, Pitbull.

If you had to choose one, who would it be?

- Bruno Mars, without blinking. - And an actor?

Robert Pattisson, Zac Efron, Daniel Radcliffe, Chris Evans...

Stop, stop. I said one.

Zac Efron. Gorgeous! Do you know him?

No. We're more into Hitchcock.

Don't know him. Is he handsome?

- Thanks, Bet. - Is that all?

I think so, thanks.

Weirdos.

Now, will you explain?

I've used one of my profiles, but changed the name.

Only got 200 friends but it'll do.

Are you making me a fake Facebook profile?

Technically, it's mine, but you can use it.

Wow, thanks.

Miren won't accept you. But she will him.

- Is that you? - Yep.

Carnival, 3 years ago.

Long story. Epic really.

So, we clean up the wall a bit,

add the info Bet gave us, and that's it.

From now on, you aren't Aitor Otxoa but Bruno Effron.

Like it?

- Who's that? - My cousin. Cool, eh?

He won't mind if I...

Nope. He died 2 years ago. Motorbike crash.

Bum deal.

Shall I send your daughter a friend request?

I'm not sure it's a good idea...

Send it.

- Hi. - Hi.

- What's up? - Getting some fresh air.

- You sure? - Yes, nine to ten.

I've won.

But mine were fuller than yours.

All right. A tie.

Want to come in for a tie break?

Another one and you'd have to help me with my pyjamas.

See you at 8am for breakfast tomorrow?

Any problems with your pyjamas, just whistle.

I'll be awake.

Sleep well.

You too.

Good night.

Good night.

Lluís...

- Did I wake you? - Yes, I was snoozing on the sofa.

We've been in a meeting till now.

- So late? - An hour earlier here.

- What did you want? - Nothing, just to know how it went.

Tomorrow more businessmen, then some ministers.

In 2 or 3 days, it'll be over.

Still pissed off?

I don't feel too well. I need some rest.

I guess my body wants that.

- Maybe it's telling you something. - Maybe.

Sara...

I...

I'm very sorry about what's happened.

I promise from now on, I want to make us both happy.

More than anything else in the world.

Thanks for telling me.

I've not done the test yet.

No hurry. It'll be more reliable then.

- Good night. - Good night, darling. I love you.

Had a good time?

I called you twenty times.

So much going on, I didn't see the calls.

I booked a table for two at Quatre Gats.

The first place you took me to dinner, remember?

I wore a blue dress and exquisite shoes.

My legs were really fine then.

I didn't see the calls.

You didn't stop talking all dinner.

You wanted to seduce me.

No need.

I liked you from the day I first saw you.

I thought: That's him, the man of my life.

My friends laughed at me. What did they know?

- I'm tired. Sorry. - You know what gets me the most?

You don't even give a shit that I had booked a table

to celebrate our anniversary.

You come in with that dour face.

You don't give a toss. All you're interested in...

Look at me! Damn it!

The bloody dinner wasn't even my idea.

Fàtima talked me into it.

I hesitated...

M...

M for what, Fermí?

M for motherfucker!

That's what you are. A motherfucker.

I want a divorce.

Stop calling me, you fucking nutcase!

Sorry?

- Who is this? - Who are you?

Shit!

- Shit. Shit. - What's up? Who was it?

I thought it was my mobile, honest!

First time it's happened.

Come on, won't be long...

- What's up? - Let's see.

Mercè wants me to work longer hours.

- Pity. - Pity, why?

Because there's Dimas.

Shouldn't be any trouble.

- Can you manage both? - I'd drop Dimas.

But that's OK. Mercè pays well.

We're opening the door!

I left the stove on.

Fortunately there are still some good people around,

who care for others.

If not for that fireman, I'd be dead now.

I don't believe in God or guardian angels.

But that man...

was like an angel from heaven.

Are you OK?

You OK?

A guy from heaven saved me from hell.

They took me to hospital,

and I called my children.

They say it's not the first time.

They say I got lost on my way home recently.

I don't remember.

But what do my children know about me?

But Teresa... She knows me.

I'd like her to see the judge and tell him I'm OK.

I've been calling her for 2 days, but she won't answer.

Maybe my children have talked to her,

and persuaded her it's best if I were in a home.

And she's believed them.

It must be that.

I won't forgive her. I won't ring her ever again.

Let my children ring her, if she trusts them.

Have you got kids?

- What is it? - Part of a footprint.

Who are you leaving me for?

The pills...

Whatever! You're such a sour bastard!

Miren clicked "like".

And this rouge mark around the lips?

We have the images.

Get them in the papers. People could help.

- Hey Granny, Dad is on TV! - A patrol has arrested a man.

- You sent a man to hospital. - A bastard, he deserved it.

If I'm in trouble with Sara, you're for it!

- Arsehole! - Open the door, you bitch!

Our ties can't be broken. Isn't that right, Fermí?

Whatever.

- Forgive me, forgive me. - No, you forgive me.

What the fuck are you playing at?

I did it so you'd see what I'm capable of.

Open!