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Ismael Fajardo Marfull.

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

Come on, Fajardo.

2 days on my tail!

What happened to your girl?

She left.

- One of us must go. - Of course.

Not a single one burst.

She didn't overdose.

We won't divorce!

And you'll leave that whore.

You must have loads of stories.

We should get together, you can tell me some.

- Are you sacking me? - Nonsense.

Your uncle has a mistress... A Magda.

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

Let's finish now. Come on.

- Been in love since? - Yes.

- Have you told her? - No.

- I'm not sure we should have a baby. - What are you saying?

What are you doing?

NIGHT AND DAY

This weekend, I'm away.

What a surprise.

I have a conference in Mallorca.

Have a good time.

When I get back, we'll talk.

About what?

The divorce.

You got the papers. We can make this easy or hard.

Pass the butter, please.

We can't go on like this.

I can.

The butter.

Here, the butter.

- I don't think he'll do it for 6,000. - What fucking 6,000?

Isn't that the lot?

- What's in it for you? - I'll get my cut.

You're a dickhead.

You say he's paying 4,000 and you pocket 2,000.

Fuck that. Tell him 3,000. 3,000 each.

Yeah, for 3,000 he'd tell me to fuck off.

How do you know? You give him a price. That's all.

If he says no, then say you'll talk to him.

Next day you call, say it's up to 5,000.

He'll see you mean business and you come out on top.

First, say 3,000, and if he agrees...

It's what you always tell me.

- This is different. - Yeah? Why?

He isn't the kind you can fuck with.

If he sees that, he'd kill you, easily.

- Kill you? Don't be a wuss. - This isn't a normal job.

- I've got to do some things. - Oh yeah.

Fuck! Nobody ever asked me to do anything?

No, it's not just...

These guys will do anything for money and don't charge much.

A friend got them to beat someone up for 100.

Fuck, it's not...

If I messed around like you, you'd crucify me.

And you'd be right. And please get fucking dressed.

I'm tired of seeing you in your undies all day.

Someone's got an attitude. Holy shit.

Can I come in?

You're the boss.

I wanted to talk about that. Were we not clear at lunch?

Oh no?

We agreed that we'd leave Tangier to Clara, and that you...

Yes, I understood perfectly. Perfectly.

They told me you're still in contact.

Look, Bueno...

They called and asked for me.

I thought it would be strange to say, "No, talk to my colleague."

- Why would it be strange? - Because it is, Bueno.

I don't want to...

You want this to work out, right?

Me too. We must remember who we're dealing with.

Every country has its customs and they...

feel awkward dealing with a woman.

I saw that clearly.

Clara is the type that makes them nervous.

I'll consider it.

But don't speak to anyone or do anything without her knowing.

DO YOU LIKE SUNBATHING?

Of course I like sunbathing.

- I'd spend hours at it. - But it's cold.

Don't spoil my fun.

WHERE ARE YOU?

AT HOME, GOT FEVER.

AWW...

YOU?

AT THE LIBRARY

GUESS WHAT I'M LISTENING TO?

I DON'T KNOW

HOLY BOUNCER

ANTICIPATION

LOOK IT UP

I GOT IT

Aitor.

- Aitor! - What?

Working with music?

No, I was listening... Nothing, never mind.

- What do you need? - Lunch, maybe?

- Yeah, of course. Be there in a sec. - OK.

Hey, I'm off.

It's you that has a problem with women.

With you, a few.

You're off Morocco. Don't play me. I don't lose.

I've had my fun with you. Don't worry.

I won't miss it.

Bueno understood perfectly.

They're Arabs. They're uneasy with women.

You need me, and I don't need you.

- That's the difference. - You want to play?

Good. We'll play.

But don't cry if I bust your balls.

- He's following me. - Come off it, mad woman.

- Aitor, don't joke. - Sara, please.

OK. You're right. Yeah, I fucked up.

Now what do I do? I don't know. I'm...

Look, you made it clear, right?

That's it. Wait and see.

If he comes back, worry then.

No, yeah I...

If a woman used me like you used him,

maybe I'd follow her.

3,000.

- That's not much! - It's what he's offering.

- Well, tell him to offer more. - It's an easy job.

She's home alone, can't get out of bed.

- No problem. - 20,000.

- What are you on? - Say 20,000.

- For 20,000 I'd do it myself. - So do it.

Look...

I called you because I know your work,

but I could find someone for 3,000, easy!

OK, then. Fine.

Find them.

This weekend?

No, no plans.

Where?

Mallorca?

Yeah, I've been, but I'd like to go back.

Of course. I'll pack a bag.

Me too.

By the way, they sent the Munchausen toxicology report.

- When? - Just now.

- What was it? - Medication via drip.

- A strange toxin. - Had a stack in her bag.

- Where from? - Her mother, the grandmother.

So the kid takes it.

I made it clear in my report, I think so.

Some herbal crap. The strangest thing is...

she had another kid who died in hospital 4 years ago. A 2-year-old.

Fuck.

Where's her maternal instinct? Lose that, we're in shit.

These mothers don't hate their kids.

They keep them sick to take care of them. To feel needed.

Basically, they love them. That said, they can sod it.

Toying with toxins like that.

- What was his name? - Who?

The boy who died.

No idea. But this one is Héctor Guirado.

- Fuck. - What?

I did the autopsy.

- 2-year-old, Guirado. Of course! - What'd you find?

From what I remember, nothing special.

I confirmed what the hospital doctors said.

Multiple organ failure...

You won't find this toxin if you're not looking. Impossible.

I did because they found the drug.

I could examine the body for traces.

It's been 4 years. Sara, that's impossible.

- It's not worth it. - Of course it is.

- And what? Exhume the body? - Yes, exactly.

I'll see if I can find the records.

- No, Sara. - Sara, wait. Your coffee.

I don't want it.

She's so obsessive!

Until this is cleared up, she'll be on our backs.

Come in.

Help me choose. Which do you prefer?

- None. - None, right?

Nah! Old fashioned.

They look like cards for a retired estate agent.

You're right. Forget them.

- Want me to do it? - No, that's not your job.

I know a graphic designer who'd be perfect for this.

I don't want to bother you.

- Leave it to me. - OK. Fine.

This guy is a genius with typography.

On YouTube. Loads of followers.

You'll love it. Let's go to his studio. You'll see.

It's interesting!

I don't need all that for a business card.

He's in Sant Cugat. Let's go this evening.

- Then I'll treat you to dinner. - That's tempting.

It'll be fun, you'll see.

I'm in your hands.

You won't regret it.

- Give me 50 euros. - Nothing left?

No.

- Why do you need it? - Why do you think?

- You've got to quit that shit. - The coke or whoring?

- One day... - One day what?

Nothing. Who are you seeing?

Peter.

OK.

- Did you talk to the Russian? - Yeah.

- And? - He'll do it.

- For how much? - For 3,000.

See? What did I tell you?

When they pay you, we'll get some nice clothes. Both of us.

- OK? - OK.

- And a new fridge. - And a new fridge.

What? Why that face?

- Nothing. - Good, no?

- Yeah. - You said he's legit.

- He'll do it, no? - Of course he'll do it.

Well, perfect.

- Oh, there's no coffee left. - I'll go to the shops later.

Hey, it's me.

I spoke to the Russian. He says he'll do it.

But he wants 20,000. No less.

He's the best.

No, yeah... That too.

Yeah, he'll do it just as...

Ah, OK!

I'll tell him 20,000.

OK.

Petition the judge.

I think we can find traces.

I know the exact toxin I'm looking for. Yeah.

If I find it, we're talking homicide.

Involuntary, yes, but a homicide.

Yes.

It bugs me knowing I did an autopsy and screwed up.

Ask the judge, OK?

Great. Let me know.

Bye.

- I'm going home. - Fine.

- Do you want company? - Me?

Why would I?

Because you were scared about the guy following you.

Ah, no thanks. Don't worry.

- Sure? - Sure.

OK.

- See you tomorrow. - See you.

Aitor.

- Yeah? - Did I say I was scared?

Not exactly, but I thought that...

- I didn't say it. - No.

That's it, then. Don't psychoanalyse me!

When you're stupid, you're stupid.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Hi.

- Hello. - Hey.

Hey.

Don't overdo it! You'll hurt yourself.

Sprint finish.

- How are you? - Fine, you?

You broke the cradle.

Yeah. Why do we need it?

- Lluís... - What?

Nothing?

So, do you like it?

- I'd need to see it on. - At the weekend.

- I don't know if... - What?

- If there's a hairdryer at the hotel? - We're not in a hotel.

I booked a country cottage. Fantastic. Luxurious.

In Palma we could bump into someone from the conference.

- That could be... - Yes.

- Fine. That's more relaxed. - I got the best room.

Know how long it is since I've been to Mallorca?

- 18 years. - Who did you go with?

- Why do you want to know? - Curious.

I went with a boyfriend.

- Yeah, one of many. - You wish.

I had a new one every week.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Sometimes two. One for weekdays and one for weekends.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Ah, come on. Too much work!

I've only had one real boyfriend,

and I still do.

- Who's the lucky guy? - He's...

a handsome judge who wants to take me to Mallorca.

If he asked, he could take me to the ends of the Earth.

Thought I'd be with her forever.

Why did she leave?

- She just left. - For someone else?

- No. She just left. - Recently?

Ages ago.

Don't tell me you haven't had other girls.

- I swear. - Maybe you don't want one.

Must be.

Not heard from her since?

Let's drop it.

- Let's talk about you. - I've told you everything.

You smoke weed?

- Sometimes. You? - Sometimes.

You single?

Yeah.

Have you ever done it... on here?

- Done what? - Done it, with someone, on chat.

Smoke?

No, moron. It!

Oops! Thought I was alone, I'm not.

See ya!

- Good dinner? - Wonderful.

Fantastic place. I'll bring my wife.

Great idea. She'll love it.

You know what?

They have rooms upstairs if you want to stay.

Close the door.

I was thinking...

You may be right about Moroccans working with women.

Well, I was wondering... What if we brought them here for a few days?

They could meet Clara in another context.

What do you think?

I don't see how that would change things.

Clara will lead the project!

We need to ensure that's no problem for them.

The best would be for me to lead it.

Yes, but we decided you'll take charge of Tarragona.

Look, Bueno. I wasn't born yesterday.

I close a factory, kick 1,000 people out,

fight the unions, and look a right shit.

That's not a reward, it's a fucking nightmare.

I wouldn't say that.

It has to be done. We want you to do it.

I don't know what this company wants.

Let's be clear, Clara just got here...

I know this sector better than anyone.

I could go to a competitor and they'd welcome me with open arms.

Don't push me! I can push back any time.

I think you misunderstand the situation.

No, it's you who misunderstands.

I'll lay it on the line so you understand.

You choose: Her or me.

Her.

Close the door when you leave.

This... is not over.

This is a small city. We'll meet again.

I fucked you once. I'll do it again.

But with less affection.

I was thinking about Munchausen cases.

Those who feign illness to be cared for.

This was a Munchausen by proxy. She used that kid...

I was thinking that people who are genuinely ill also...

I mean, some people are really ill,

but also take advantage in some way.

We all want to be cared for.

Some people pretend to be sick for the attention.

We all want more attention.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's unfair, no?

Depends.

You're happy today.

I took the weekend off. I'm off to the beach.

- Fancy that! With a boyfriend? - Like I'd tell you.

- You'd steal him. - Oh, don't worry.

Transatlantic. Razzmatazz. Had to bribe three people for them.

- I don't understand. - Two tickets for tomorrow.

One for me, the other for the prettiest girl here.

- Hey Magda, you're invited. - Me?

- What? - Next time.

You can't say no, so don't refuse...

Before you say anything, I'm off.

He has a problem.

What?

- No luck. - What?

- The boy who died. - No permission?

No. The judge was OK. But the kid was cremated.

Shit.

I get the feeling you only come home to leave again.

You're right. That's why I want to end this charade.

At one time, you'd have taken me to Mallorca.

Yes, but this is not then.

Now, I want out. Not to take you there.

Yeah, that's clear.

I spoke to Melvin. He'll come when you need him.

Fantastic.

Mercè...

Your Honour.

I want you to know I don't regret a thing,

I'm proud of these years with you...

but everything comes to an end, even if you won't accept it.

We're done.

Yeah.

And which article of law states that?

Can you not be sarcastic for once?

It keeps me alive.

If I stop, I'll dissolve like tears in the rain.

I'm off.

Can I kiss you?

If you want. I won't run.

Bye.

Bye.

Good evening.

- Hey, Cases! - Hey.

- How are you? Good? - You said you were coming.

- Last minute, no? - Some of us work, unlike others!

- Where are you sitting? - At the back.

- Shall we get a taxi? - I'm not at the hotel.

- OK. See you. - See you, Vallejo.

Hey, you there?

What?

You were in a daze.

- Are you still mad at me? - No. Why would I be?

- Lluís, come on. - What?

You were upset about the IVF.

No. I honestly wasn't thinking about that.

Then what? Bad day at work?

No, the opposite. It was a perfect day. One of the best.

Perfect.

You reek of tobacco.

It's disgusting.

- Good morning. - It's beautiful.

- You like it? - Yeah.

Last night when we arrived, it was dark.

You can't see the sea.

No, but it's so lovely, it doesn't matter.

Of course!

I was looking at tours. Know where we could go?

To Valldemossa. You can rent a car in reception.

Magda, theoretically, I came for here for a conference.

- I have to go. - Right now?

- Yes, of course. - And... what do I do?

Rent a car! Drive round the island.

- I'll see you tonight. - Tonight?

And lunch?

Conference lunch. It'd look strange if I didn't go. Sorry.

Yes, OK. I get it.

It doesn't matter.

You mean she was poisoning him?

In her mind she was caring for him.

It's complicated.

She kept her son ill to feel needed.

Complicated, yes.

Some people feign illness for attention.

- We all want more attention. - Yes.

- Did you call uncle? - Why?

To see if he got to Mallorca OK.

That's all he needs. Me calling him.

I don't mean to intrude, but it must be a nightmare.

- What? - Shit, you hate each other.

Uncle said he wants a divorce.

You say he's got a mistress. You don't ring him. What's the...?

- You'd leave him, right? - That's no life...

You can't make him stay if he doesn't want to.

He wants a divorce.

Say what you like... What if he has a lover?

It hasn't been easy for him.

But I'm sure he won't leave if you don't want that.

But what's the point?

I wouldn't want someone with me out of pity,

or to make them feel guilty.

I'd want them with me because they loved me,

because they wanted me.

Very romantic.

Well, yeah. I'm a romantic.

I blame all those operas I saw with you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

It's chilly.

- They said it would be nice. - They're always wrong.

I wanted to go to Valldemossa,

- Think I'll stay here. - They say it's lovely.

I came for work. To write.

- You write? - I try.

- Novels? - No, no.

Well, I wrote one years ago, but no.

I'm writing about Miquel Barceló, the painter.

Obviously I had to come to Mallorca.

Why Mallorca?

Miquel Barceló is from Mallorca.

Really?

I don't know much about painters.

You not seen his altar in Palma Cathedral?

Ah, yeah.

I've seen pictures and frankly...

You must see it in person. It's more impressive.

Do you want to go?

I've got a car.

- Do you want a tea? - Go on.

- You're right. - What?

You're right.

What do you mean?

Living like this is pointless.

He can leave.

I'll sign the papers...

I'll manage.

I'm not alone. I've got my music.

And me, and others.

I don't know...

Auntie, I'll sleep here tonight.

Melvin needn't come.

The tea.

I'd have liked

to see the bishop's face when he showed him that.

- They say he loved it. - I don't believe it.

- It's true. - Impossible.

A bishop said so.

- Sorry. - Ah, no. Please.

Hello.

Fine.

I went to see Palma Cathedral.

And you?

No, what? You've been out all day.

Yes, of course I understand very well.

What time's dinner?

That late?

You know what?

On this trip, I'm starting to feel like your wife.

Yeah. I love you too.

Pay attention because it's very important

that you do exactly as I say.

Every last detail.

My wife goes to bed at 11pm. Her carer leaves after that.

She will definitely be alone at 12am.

But it's important you don't go before midnight.

Keeping albums shouldn't be allowed.

Why?

Come on. Look how beautiful you are here.

Look how cute you were as a girl.

- And now look at you. - Wow, thanks!

It's like seeing ghosts. As if these people never existed.

They existed, but they've changed.

- What a pain. - Who?

A guy from work who fancies me.

Yeah?

Hello.

You're waiting for me? We didn't have plans.

I can't.

I'm not taking a taxi to Razzmatazz.

Go.

You know, you're a real pain, Pol.

Yeah? I hope your other quirks are better.

Go. Help me into bed... then go.

Just a sec.

It's some awful rock concert.

Come on... He makes you laugh, no?

And I'm tired. It's late for me.

- But Auntie... - No. Tell him you're going.

Pol. Fine, I'll come.

I don't know. In a bit.

Half an hour.

I'll send you a text when I'm there, OK?

See you.

I don't know why I listen to you.

- Bye. - Bye.

These are the keys to get in. The big one is for downstairs.

5th floor, flat 2.

When he goes in, he wears gloves.

Don't leave a single fingerprint anywhere.

Take the lift to the fifth floor,

enter the flat with the other key.

It's vital to enter that way.

Leave the keys in the place by the door.

And now, here's how he'll do it.

Listen carefully, because I want you to repeat this.

He must suffocate her.

Plastic bag over her head, duct tape around her neck.

Bind her hands with ties.

One more thing. Perhaps...

the most complicated.

No, it won't be difficult. She's ill and disabled.

Who are you?

Why are you here?

Oh my God!

Oh good, company. Thought I was the last smoker in the world.

- No, I don't smoke. - Oh, OK. Bugger.

- Just getting some air? - Yeah.

No!

- Are you with the lawyers? - Judges. We're judges.

I'm impressed. You're a judge, eh?

- Must be a tough job. - Sometimes.

Guilty, innocent. One is, the other isn't.

I couldn't do it. What if I made a mistake?

What if someone goes to jail who shouldn't?

Or the opposite. What if I send a murderer home?

No!

The other day I heard this guy died in prison,

then they found he was innocent.

Imagine you sent that guy to prison.

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

- Do you believe in God? - Pardon?

I'd have his face in my mind forever.

The remorse wouldn't let me live. No, it's...

Excuse me, I have to phone...

Fajardo... Pick up.

No!

Hey, what are you doing out here?

Are you feeling OK?

I just needed some fresh air.

TIRED, OFF TO SLEEP...

I'm not well either. Don't worry.

I LOVE YOU.

Mind if I smoke?

My God...

DONE

Shit, you have a lot of phones.

So, one for the road?

But I... But I just want to have fun!

Two more drinks and I'll puke more than the Trojan horse.

- It's here. - Yeah.

Listen, if you want... I could come up and tuck you in.

No. It's OK.

You had fun in the end.

- Yes or no? - Yes, of course!

- See you Monday? - Yes.

Fàtima... Can I have a kiss goodnight?

Oh, no...

- Yes... - You cheated!

- Sleep well! - Good night!

Auntie...

No sign of forced entry or fingerprints, yet.

It all points to our guy.

He had a tracksuit... An FC Barcelona one.

Promise me you'll find the creep who did this.

I promise.

Organic traces. Skin from the attacker.

Send this to the lab. Urgent DNA test.

He tried to take her wedding ring...

Couldn't... Took the other.

- Was she missing anything? - No.

- Not even a ring? - 3 days without kids.

Do you have plans?

You need a woman to care of you.

Like you cared for Dad?

I'm going to get comfortable.

Have you ever had...

something keep repeating itself and you can't avoid it?

What are you doing?