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- Stop calling me, you... - Sorry?

- What is it? - A footprint.

Look, if I have problems with Sara, you'll pay for it.

- Missing your husband? When's he back? - Tomorrow.

You'll only create more public alarm.

- Miren "liked" your comment. - A patrol has arrested a guy.

If they hadn't got me, he'd be dead.

Never going to pick up? I'm on the plane. Be back soon.

What are you doing?

- It's like he used his hand... - To rub it off.

Remember the fourth victim?

Open the door, bitch!

Still at work, love. See you tomorrow.

They killed your mum! What do you expect?

Do what you want! Stay bitter forever!

No, I am sorry.

Until death do us part.

- She may be hungry. - She's not mine.

- Sorry? - Her mum was sat next to me.

Went to the loo 20 minutes ago.

Hello? You all right?

Open up, please, we're landing.

I'm opening the door!

NIGHT AND DAY

CARNIVAL

She thinks she knows it all. She has no idea.

I had to stop her twice in Tangier.

She's off my team. I'll talk to Bueno today.

I want her out. I'm sick of her shit.

I've had enough.

Are you on call this weekend?

- No, why? - Let's go somewhere.

- Where? - Rome, for instance.

In vitro soon.

With a baby, the good life's gone, eh?

Don't worry.

I'll book an appointment for the end of the week.

I'll clear my schedule. Which weekends are you free?

Ismael Fajardo Marfull:

Convictions for theft, robbery, fraud, assault, attempted murder,

sexual assault, crimes against public health...

- Now this. - I didn't hit him hard, your Honour.

The report details bruises to the cheeks,

cuts to the eyelid area,

an upper lip injury,

and lacerations on the left jaw.

Yes, I beat him up. I thought I was helping the law.

Come on! It wouldn't be the first time.

You're on probation.

This is a problem, even for an informant.

I'm not a bad guy, Judge... Your Honour.

Come on, Fajardo.

You're lucky he didn't press charges.

- Really? - I don't care.

I could easily put you in jail.

But for now, you're still on probation.

So, don't be stupid.

ARE YOU AT SCHOOL?

You should be in class, Miren!

WHERE ARE YOU?

SKATING. DO YOU SKATE?

Do you skate?

I'M CLUMSY.

- I'm clumsy. - I can teach you.

Join me.

Are you bunking school?

You?

- Day off. - Sure.

- Day off school. - Day off school?

My bloody dad's ringing.

NOT ANSWERING IT?

- Not answering it? - No, he's annoying.

- All parents are. - No, mine is obsessed.

Thinks he's trendy-left, but he's an old fart.

- Why? - Wants to know everything.

What I'm doing... Who with... But he never tells me a thing.

Like what?

I don't know. We all have secrets.

You too?

Yes.

Want to know one?

If you like...

Another day.

Bye, Bruno.

Dad, would you stop calling me?

- What? I'm at the library. - Nothing. It's daft.

Forget it. Sorry.

Bye.

How's our friend Bruno Effron?

Not really using it.

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

Remember: Think like a teenager.

- How do they think? - Sex, Dr Freud, bonking.

I have to go. I've got a date, can't be late.

Cheers, I've got this.

Mireia Sala, 28.

The X-rays show her gut's full of cocaine pellets.

A mule.

A pellet must have burst, causing her to overdose.

They want the results.

So it won't be the year's most difficult case.

Sara?

- Yes? - You OK?

Yes. Why?

Nothing, just asking.

- Ah, Pol. - Shall we?

Clara, come in. Sit down.

- How are you? - Fine.

I want to apologise.

I'm sorry how I reacted that morning...

After we... You know.

I didn't expect to be your princess, but you were no knight.

I know.

It has complicated our professional relationship.

It happened. That's all.

I can separate my private and working lives.

Maybe, but the Tangier project is delicate.

And now we aren't a good team.

What are you saying?

It would be better if you dropped out, Clara.

Excuse me?

It's all I've done since starting here.

I welcome your work. Bueno will too.

But I don't want you on my team.

- Your team. - Indeed. My team.

You're making a mistake. We're a good team.

You're overreacting to what happened.

Maybe. But one of us must go.

- Bueno said... - That doesn't matter.

I've made a decision.

- Come in. - Lluís.

Mr Bueno wants to meet tomorrow.

OK. Thank you.

- Is that clear? - Absolutely.

I guess she really needed to do it.

- How many is that? - Eighteen.

A pound of cocaine in her stomach, crazy.

- I don't think she did it for money. - Really? For fun, then?

No, I heard her father is a very wealthy man.

Andreu said so.

She had a tiny baby with her on the plane.

She's not the first mule who had one burst.

No, it wasn't that.

- That's the last? - Not a single one burst.

She didn't overdose.

Maybe she partied too heavily before boarding.

Maybe, maybe not.

We need to analyse her blood urine, bile and vitreous humour.

Brilliant.

Come on, Adrià.

5 more minutes.

No way, let's go.

I saw you on TV the other day.

I was at lunch with my colleagues. I freaked out: "I know that guy!"

It's incredible how many people watch TV.

It must be terrifying entering a fire.

- It's my job. - Yeah, but still...

I was truly scared.

Wow! You could save my life!

You know what I'm thinking? It would be fun.

We organise talks for the kids.

Parents come and talk about their jobs.

An air traffic controller was coming tomorrow, but she cancelled.

- If you could... - Me?

You would save us.

The kids would love it. A fireman!

- I can't. I'm sorry. - No...

- I'm not good at speeches. - You can't say no.

Do you want me to beg?

Can I count on you?

Thanks, handsome!

Adrià, let's go. Granny's waiting.

Yes.

The lift just died.

- Are you Roger's friend? - Yes.

- I'm his auntie. - Good. Let's go.

- Bye. - Bye.

Why stop here?

We can't go on.

Don't think so much. We had fun today, didn't we?

You should wait a few days, then talk to her.

You don't know her.

I have the divorce papers in the car.

I'll give her the lot.

I just want shot of her.

But I know she won't sign them.

If I leave her, she's capable of...

- Can she really hurt you that much? - Yes.

Now that I'm becoming spokesperson.

Yeah. She can hurt me a lot.

Maybe we should stop seeing each other.

No!

I need you in my life.

Look.

Here's where we had the accident.

None of the criminals I sent to prison

served a sentence...

as long as mine.

And it's not over.

My love.

Whatever happens. I'll always be here.

What's the excuse today?

Another late homicide?

Criminals should be more considerate and act within office hours.

Judges have private lives too.

Or did you do an interview for that reporter?

- That's tomorrow. - Brilliant.

A new excuse then.

I was at the solicitor's. He drew up an agreement.

An agreement? For your home comings?

A divorce agreement.

I thought I made myself clear.

Here it is.

You'll see it's all very much in your favour.

You may think you're doing me a favour.

Or you may have a bad conscience?

Read it, and we'll talk.

If you want to change something, we'll change it.

You know my conditions.

We won't divorce.

And you'll leave your whore.

You'll never see her again.

Yes, thanks.

- Got a moment? - Morning.

Morning. The mule's father is here.

- He wants to take her. - I'm waiting on some results.

He's a big fish. Everybody's been ringing me. The case is clear.

It might not have been an overdose, but I need confirmation.

- Morning. - Morning, Pol.

Here. For you.

- The girl's father is here. - Where?

- Waiting to identify her. - OK.

- Sara. - I know.

Mr Sala? I'm Sara Grau, the forensic pathologist.

- When can I see my girl? - Soon. We need some results.

They said a cocaine pellet broke. Why the tests?

It's too soon to confirm that.

If not an overdose, then her liver was wrecked by so much shit.

I want her left alone.

Have a seat.

It's 2 years since I saw her last. Now she's dead.

I just want her properly buried.

- I understand. - You don't.

You have no idea.

She's just a body on the slab to you.

You never cuddled her as a baby. Or watched her grow up...

Or harm herself over the years.

Or leave home.

You never found her on the floor, a needle in her arm.

You don't know a thing.

I knew how this would end.

She didn't die of an overdose.

It was a heart attack. She had a hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

- What's that? - A heart condition.

In fact, it's genetic. May be inherited.

- Are you sure? - Is there any family history?

I don't know.

My brother died young. He was playing basketball and...

She may have passed it on to your granddaughter.

In that case, she may need a defibrillator in the future

- to reduce the risk of death. - What are you saying?

Go see a cardiologist while I do the tests here.

Of course.

I'm sorry.

- Hello? - Are you busy?

The gynaecologist.

We've got an appointment at 8am.

I know, but he was full all afternoon.

I need to go. Ring you later. Bye.

- Has Bueno arrived? - No. His flight's delayed.

He wants lunch with you.

He's reserved a table for 3pm.

Lluís.

Thank you. How are you?

- Fine. - Nice place, eh?

Excellent.

- Great seafood. - Really?

- He'll have the same. - Thank you.

How was your flight?

- Brilliant. I went to Morocco. - Yeah?

You did a good job in Tangier.

It wasn't easy, but you did it.

- It isn't over yet. - I tied it all up.

I've been thinking. Clara should lead it now.

Clara?

She knows the project, speaks French.

I won't say it's a bad idea but...

I don't think she's fully prepared.

I'll personally supervise this phase.

- This project... - Is yours.

- Is mine. - The success too, yes.

But I don't want you to have problems at home.

What do you mean?

- You had to come home early. - Yes, but that wasn't...

Listen, there's no problem at home.

I want to close this!

The details can be sorted this week.

I know.

But, as a friend now,

emotional stability is crucial when closing deals.

Are you sacking me?

Nonsense.

I just said we're pleased and everything is tied up,

but we need you somewhere else.

- Where? - In Tarragona.

Tarragona?

Tarragona?

Who else can best handle closing the factory?

It'll be complicated. The unions will give us more hassle than the Arabs.

We need someone like you.

- So that's why we're here. - Excuse me?

It's public. I can't make a scene.

- Don't be paranoid. - I'm not!

Excuse me.

Sorry. A meeting's been brought forward. I'm already late.

Take your time.

I recommend the lobster. It's not Moroccan.

What happens is that we, firemen,

have proper training and the tools we need.

- Yes? - Why did you become a fireman?

It's the most exciting job in the world, right?

Yeah!

Do you need to be brave?

You think we're scared when entering a burning building?

We are not scared,

we're terrified!

But we're trained to control our fears.

Anyone who has no fear is not brave, they're mental.

Yes.

What's the best thing about your job?

The best, let me think...

Saving lives?

Feeling useful?

No. Got it!

The helmet! This great helmet we wear!

And another thing. Making noise with the siren!

Last question.

Roger.

Adrià said you were a soldier.

- Were you in a war? - Indeed. In Iraq.

What do you like more, saving lives or killing?

Roger!

It's fine. It's a good question.

Wars are always terrible,

but sometimes there is no other option.

Luckily, I've never killed anyone.

But If I did, I wouldn't be proud.

No.

They were amazed!

- And so was I. - Yes.

- You must have loads of stories. - Not so many.

We should get together, you can tell me some.

I don't know.

We could bring the kids so they can play together.

They'll play at school camp soon.

- Daddy! - What?

- Put it on. - No.

Come on!

Auntie!

What are you watching?

I asked Melvin to set up the projector.

Is that you? You look beautiful!

It makes me think: That's not me. It's someone else.

- You haven't changed that much. - Everybody changes.

That's Uncle! He looks like a film star.

He's also another person.

Not had a good day, have you?

A regular one.

- Fàtima. - What?

Has anybody said anything about your uncle?

What about him?

Heard of a Magda?

Magda? No.

Your uncle has a mistress... A Magda.

- How do you know? - I heard him speaking on the phone.

- Maybe... - Maybe nothing.

I'm guessing it's someone from work.

I don't know.

There's a Madga who works in the café next to the courts.

She's a catch!

Maybe it's her.

Maybe between dishes, in the kitchen they...

Do people know he's got a lover?

Leave it out, Auntie. Don't go there!

I know he needs what I can't give him.

He's not like that.

I saw it on his mobile.

I have no idea what you saw, but you always harp on...

- Sure, because I'm mental. - You're just hurting yourself.

He's always nice to you.

Fermí Cases, the Great.

Doing everything

for that disagreeable and stubborn old witch with no feelings.

Poor Judge Cases,

who has to live with a disabled bitch.

What are you on about? I've never heard him complain.

Of course not.

Your uncle's not as good as you think.

ADULT AUTOPSY

It all happened at the Sitges Carnival 38 years ago.

Fermí, Manel and I went there.

We met at university and became inseparable.

Manel flirted with me.

I didn't fancy him, but he was funny.

Fermí didn't want to get serious, but we met every other day.

I was in love.

We took Manel's car.

A second hand convertible, a gift from his dad.

We were celebrating Fermín's new job.

We were euphoric. Laughing hysterically.

That night, watching him flirt with all those girls,

I realised he'd leave me eventually,

that I should forget him.

But we were young, having a good time.

We were in every bar in town, till they closed.

Of course, Manel couldn't drive. He was drunk as a lord.

I said we should sleep there, even on the beach.

But Fermí insisted on driving.

I said he was too drunk to drive.

But... he forced us both to get in the car.

We just thought it was all a scream.

We drove along the coast road.

I was in front. Manel fell asleep in the back.

I don't know what happened. Maybe Fermí fell asleep.

I just...

remember a sudden swerve.

And the car went off a cliff.

Then...

silence.

After a bit, Fermí started yelling.

"Are you OK?"

Manel didn't answer.

And I couldn't move.

It all happened so fast.

Fermí was yelling:

"Manel is dead."

He was in shock, hysterical.

But suddenly he calmed down.

He came over to me and said: "Say nothing!".

Then he grabbed the body and put it in the driver's seat.

When the ambulance and the police came

he said Manel was driving.

Nobody doubted it. It was his car.

A few days later, at the hospital,

he asked me to marry him.

Bloody hell.

What the fuck did you tell Bueno?

- What are you talking about? - Nobody knows...

a sodding thing about my personal problems.

- Didn't know you had any. - You won't take my Tangier project.

I said we're a good team, but you said one of us must leave.

- I guess you were right. - This isn't over.

You bitch.

Good afternoon.

- We're closing. - It'll only be a minute.

- Could you turn that off, please? - Don't you like it?

- Too loud. - It's lively.

I find it coarse.

- It's great for dancing. - Lucky you.

- You don't like music? - On the contrary.

- But a bit more... - Serious?

- Refined. - Would you like something to drink?

I've got 5 minutes.

My husband says the food's nice here.

No complaints.

- Until now. - Right.

Since coming here, he never eats at home.

Perhaps you serve too much food.

Our portions aren't huge,

but they're top quality.

I see.

- What do you usually cook? - Nothing special.

Homemade food.

- Made with love. - A bit spicy... I assume.

Depends on the day. We vary.

Sure.

You get tired of eating eggs every day.

So do you want a drink? It's on the house.

I'm not sure. What do you recommend?

For you? A calming lemon balm.

- He's my man. - No.

He is your husband.

Not the same.

Have you no shame?

With all due respect,

it's you who should be ashamed for holding him prisoner.

Don't give me that look!

I have nothing to do with this divorce.

I've never asked him for anything,

but he's tired of the life you're living.

And it's nothing to do with that wheelchair.

That's not an issue.

If he wants out,

it's because he wants to be happy with the woman he loves.

And me?

What about me?

That...

is not my problem.

A couple more questions:

In recent years, many...

Sorry, I thought it was on silent.

I MET YOUR WHORE, THOUGHT YOU HAD BETTER TASTE.

- Could we ask it again? - Yes, of course.

Many people have lost faith in the justice system.

I understand,

and if I become spokesperson of the High Council of the Judiciary,

that would be one of my priorities.

Though, with a scarcity of resources, it won't be easy.

Last one: You're in charge of the Granny Killer case.

Sorry, but at this stage in the case,

I must be totally discreet.

However, I can say one thing: These are particularly horrific crimes,

the victims of which are helpless and defenceless.

I can't imagine what kind of person, or monster,

could do this.

But we're doing everything in our power.

I personally won't stop until we get him

and send this coward to prison.

You wanted to see me?

The cardiologist did tests on my granddaughter.

You were right. She's got the same pathology as my daughter.

- It was a possibility. - But now we can prevent it happening.

- Thanks to you. - There's no need. I just...

Did your job, yes.

But another might have said:

Drug dealer, died of an overdose.

That's that.

Who'd have questioned it?

But you went further. Thanks to that, the baby will live.

She's beautiful.

- Want to hold her? - Oh, no. Thanks.

Come on.

- You saved her life. - Hi.

Ever wondered whether we're good at our jobs?

Maybe not everyone can be a good parent, but how do we know?

Maybe if I'd spent more time with her,

or not taken her for granted.

I swear with Sara I'll do it better.

- She's called Sara? - Yes. Do you know what it means?

Princess.

- Got any kids? - No, I don't.

I'm sure you'd be a good mother.

Bye.

What are you doing?

2 days on my tail!

- What do you want? - Nothing.

Is this because I left you with a hard on?

So you want to finish it? OK, let's do it.

- What are you doing? - Finishing.

- Wait. - You don't want me to wait.

This is why you've been following me,

isn't it? Come on.

Let's finish it now.

What are you...?

Very good.

That's good.

Now listen to me:

I never want to see you again, OK?

Never again!

It was a mistake.

This is over.

Are you listening?

Come on, good.

Very good.

Will you leave me alone now?

- Isn't that what you wanted? - It wasn't. But thanks.

Here.

You left these the other day.

Now get out.

I'm off to my room to finish my essay.

OK. I'll do the dishes.

STILL SKATING?

IN MY DREAMS

So... What was that secret?

Which one?

- Do you have a boyfriend? - No way.

Ever had one?

- I was with someone. - And now?

- Is this an interrogation? - I'm interested.

- One question each. - I'm very boring.

What's your girlfriend's name?

Don't have one.

- Ever been in love? - Yes.

What happened?

- We said one each. - OK.

You fancy anyone?

Hah! Guys! You're all morons.

Oh, thanks.

No, not you Bruno.

Blaming someone else for everything is comforting, but unrealistic.

You sound like my dad.

Sorry.

What happened to your girl?

- She left. - Not seen her since?

No.

- Do you think of her often? - Every day.

What a romantic.

- Did you do it? - What?

Sex. Did you fuck?

My turn.

- Have you done it? - 6 times.

- With the same guy? - Beep! My turn.

6 times...

Been in love since?

Yes.

- With who? - My turn.

Is she pretty?

Yes, and weird.

Sometimes she does strange things, and doesn't know why.

Obsessive. Always overthinking.

- She's special. - Have you told her?

- No. - Coward.

I don't want to lose a friend.

Are you kidding? You are a romantic!

- My turn. - OK. Shoot.

Are you in love?

- What? - I can't answer today.

Why not?

Because my father's calling me for dinner.

- I don't believe you. - Then don't.

Bye.

Dad, I'm off to bed.

You haven't cleared the table.

I was writing an email. I'll do it now.

- OK. Good night. - Good night.

Shit.

You're so wrong, so wrong!

I'll destroy you, bitch!

- Hi. - Hi. I didn't hear you come in.

- Talking to yourself? - What?

See how good it looks?

What do you think?

I talked to Bueno about Clara.

Told him I didn't want her on my team

and I thought it best if she took Tangiers. He went mad.

He said I was essential on that project,

but I laid out my priorities.

I don't want to be away 2 years. We'll have a baby...

I said it wasn't negotiable. He agreed.

What do you think? Should I varnish it?

- I don't know. - OK. We can decide later, eh?

Today I saved a baby's life.

How?

Her mum had a hereditary disease the doctors weren't aware of.

We discovered it during the postmortem.

The baby has it too, but she'll get treatment now.

That's fantastic.

Her family were over the moon. They came with the baby...

I held her in my arms.

- You won't believe it. - What?

Her name was Sara.

- For a moment... - What?

I felt like her mum.

Lluís, I know this will hurt you,

but I'm not sure we should have a baby.

What?

What are you saying?

I need time to clear my mind.

What's brought this on?

- I can't. - Why?

I can't now. I don't know. I can't give you a baby.

You don't want one?

Ever wondered if we're good at what we do? I have. Many times.

Not everyone would make a good executive or forensic specialist,

or a mum or dad... How can we know?

Go. Get out.

Get out!

It's freaking freezing here.

3,000. The rest when it's done.

Here's the mobile we'll use to communicate.

No other.

There's a number in the contacts list.

Tell your guy, when he gets it,

to send me a text saying "received".

I'll tell him the exact day.

Now, listen carefully. You'll relay this to your guy.

I won't meet him. I won't.

Listen! It's very important we do this exactly as I say.

To the last detail.

My wife goes to bed at 11pm.

Her carer leaves after that.

At 12am she'll be alone, for sure.

But it's essential not to go before midnight.

- 20,000. - For that I'll do it myself.

Then do it.

When you get paid, we'll buy some pretty clothes.

- OK. - And a new fridge.

She had another baby... He died 4 years ago.

- A 2 year old boy. - Don't psychoanalyse me.

When you're an idiot, you're an idiot.

- I'm all yours. - You won't regret it.

- Can I kiss you? - You bet. I won't run.

I feel like your wife on this trip.

Have you ever done it here?

- Done what? - Sex online?

You need to choose: Me or her.

He can do it, but it must be a plastic bag over her head,

with duct tape around her neck.

How can you live knowing you sent this guy to his death?

Who are you?