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No signs of forced entry or fingerprints, yet.

It all points to our old friend.

He was wearing an old Barça tracksuit.

Promise me you'll catch the swine who did this.

There's organic matter, looks like skin. Perhaps from the killer.

Send this for DNA testing.

Couldn't get her wedding ring off, took the other one.

- Anything missing? - No.

A ring, maybe?

- Are you OK? - Uncle!

3 days without kids. Got any plans?

- You need a woman to look after you. - Like you looked after my dad?

I'll slip into something comfy.

Ever felt that a particular life situation

keeps on repeating itself?

Montse!

- What have you done? - Son of a bitch!

Shit!

Where've you been? Why so late?

Listen up.

No matter what, any questions... I was here all evening.

Why? Who's going to ask?

- What's that? Blood? - Do as I say.

- What have you done? - Get the fuck off me!

What have you done?

What have you done?

NIGHT AND DAY

GENDER VIOLENCE

- He jumped from here? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes, sure.

- Jesus. - Jesus.

Think it's his?

It's not mine!

Take a picture. Mine are always blurred.

How is he?

Electrocardiogram is not good.

They're taking him to the ICU.

I can stay. You can go home.

I want to talk to the doctor.

Thank you for ringing.

She must be devastated.

Her aunt's killed. Then her uncle has a heart attack.

- Should I ring her? - You should.

Yeah.

Sorry, I was on the wrong end of an endless speech.

- What have we got? - Murder. White female, 34.

Wrists bruised... Compatible with compression of the area.

Multiple contusions on the body, especially the face.

- Nasal fracture. - Look, Sara.

He doesn't like lipstick either.

Extirpation of 2 teeth, 31 and 32.

Indications of pressure to the neck, chin, face and nose.

Possible broken hyoid bone, suggesting she was strangled.

Blood in the anus.

Pol, I need tests.

Blood, urine, bile and vitreous humour for toxins.

This reminds me of the Granny Killer.

No plastic bag, but the bruises

on the wrists, the marks, the lipstick thing.

Excuse me.

Samu.

- What are you looking at? - I was thinking...

I've never done it with a cop.

- I could arrest you for harassment. - Arrest me, officer!

- You've got a problem. - More than one.

Are you handling the Granny Killer case?

See, we just examined a young woman's corpse and...

It's just a feeling.

Draw your own conclusions when you read the report,

but it might be the same bloke. The Granny Killer.

Buy me a coffee!

- Relatives of Fermí Cases? - Yes.

He's stable. He'll recover this time.

He'll probably leave the ICU tomorrow.

- What do you mean, this time? - He had a serious heart attack.

He needs to change habits,

take medication, have follow-up checks.

- If not... - Can we see him?

5 minutes. One person only.

I'll talk to the nurse.

What are you doing here?

Your niece rang me.

I can only stay for a bit.

It was just a scare. I'll leave the ICU tomorrow.

But I have to stay under observation a few more days.

How are you feeling?

Like it's not real.

I can't believe she's really gone.

We can go somewhere after this, if you fancy.

Of course!

My wife gets murdered and I go on holiday.

Don't be daft, Magda!

What do you mean?

If you don't understand, never mind.

Can I borrow your phone?

- Who do you want to ring? - The Court. Give it to me.

- The doctor took yours for a reason. - Give it to me!

- You should leave now. - Of course.

- Take care. - Magda, please.

Magda...

Montse Llopis, 34. Separated from Pau Deulofeu a year or so back.

- And the husband? - Lives with someone else in Burgos.

- Anything missing? - Credit cards and some jewellery.

Around 11pm, a neighbour saw the victim open the door to a man:

Well built, wearing sports gear, between 30 and 40.

Montse had a profile on a few online dating sites.

- This site is fantastic. - Really?

A friend said so.

The man got stuck in the lift when leaving.

Neighbours tried to retain him, but he fled.

- We missed him by 5 minutes. - Did anyone see him?

They're working on a sketch, but it was dark.

- Why the interest, Silva? - I'm flirting with him.

I'm very easy.

- What about the footprint you found? - It matches jogging shoes.

Running, sprinting, jogging... Why so many names?

- We've got model and size. 45. - Can I see?

It's a big one!

Hello?

Listen...

Were you serious about flirting? Because, if you like...

- Get your wife's OK first! - Sure.

The victim got a call last night from one of her Internet friends.

- Let's go! Is it far? - Sant Gervasi.

Maite.

- Sara. You all right? - On duty.

How's your fella? As handsome as usual?

- At work. - Poor thing, he's your slave.

- Let's have dinner someday. - Who have we got here?

Engràcia Ramírez. 39.

She's reported her ex-husband for rape.

She's a bit upset.

Engràcia?

Sara Grau, Forensic Pathologist.

Hello, Engràcia.

We'll do a full examination for the report. Is that all right?

Dr Carbó will be here after that. See you later.

- Should I take off my clothes? - Not yet.

First, I'd like to know what happened...

and other details. Have a seat, please.

- She's hot, isn't she? - Sònia?

- I heard she's gay. - Which is hot.

- Jordi Pérez? - Yes.

Police. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

About?

A friend of yours. Montse Llopis.

- Who is it, Jordi? - Nobody!

It's not a good time.

Where were you Tuesday evening?

I was here, with my wife. I don't understand.

Were you in a relationship with Ms Llopis?

I wouldn't say we...

Were?

You rang her on Tuesday at 11:35pm.

Yes, I just took out the rubbish, but...

- Did you meet? - No. Has something happened?

- Hello! I'm Ariadna. - Go inside, please.

Can somebody confirm you were here on Tuesday?

My wife can, but...

Go inside, come on!

What is going on?

Can't it wait? I have a meeting.

The results are back.

We got a DNA profile. We're looking out for the ring.

- I'll look later. - Something else.

The footprint found at the scene of the murdered woman...

- Montse Llopis. - That's not our case.

It matches the partial footprint of the Granny Killer.

Same model and size.

There's a scratch here. It's the same shoe.

And there's more in the report. It's the same bloke.

It doesn't make sense. Why a young woman now?

Why kill so soon again? And the ring?

- Some jewellery's also missing here. - Why's he changing pattern?

Poor guy. I felt sorry for him.

Fuck him.

- It's Sònia! - I'll get it.

Sorry, mate.

Hi, gorgeous.

But...

I see.

- I can't believe this! - What?

Bloody dyke has taken our case.

- Yay! - Fuck! Careful!

- Celebrations! - Would you stop?

Why are you always moody?

How would you feel if you had to fuck four blokes a day?

- That'll be over soon. - And who'll pay the bills?

- I've got money now. - And when it's spent?

I've been thinking: With the money, I'll get some gear from Peter.

I'll cut it nicely... Bam! Half a kilo. 50 a gram, 25 big ones.

I do it a few times, and we could run the bar.

- Which bar? - This one. Remi's selling it.

- A shit bar. - New paint, some decent tables,

and tapas for the tourists. Wendy's Bar.

Nice, eh?

- A toast. - A toast.

- Look at me, baby! - You're acting weird.

- I'm a bit nervous. - Why is that?

- Bloody hell. Whose is that? - Stolen?

I bought it for you. For my Wendy.

Are you kidding? Why has it got an M on it?

You're looking at it wrong, it's a W.

As in Wendy. Fancy, eh?

Shut up!

Why?

I'm fed up of all this.

Quit the street, love. Let's take the bar. Have a kid.

- What are you on? - I'm asking you to marry me!

- Are you taking the piss? - No, Wendy.

I'm absolutely serious.

Will you marry me?

Does it hurt?

All right.

I don't want him to go to prison.

He raped you.

No, he didn't.

He forced you to have sex against your will.

He beat you.

You reported it.

Maybe I was...

Things happen.

You rang the police.

Because I was mad. But now I don't want...

- I don't want the kids to know. - Engràcia...

And I need his money. Why do you think we live together?

He's not got a job, but he tries hard.

If he goes to prison, we'll lose the flat.

There's Social Services.

I wish to withdraw my complaint.

Your ex-husband is a rapist.

You have a moral responsibility to report him.

Think about other women...

I'm just thinking of my kids.

I get it, Sara.

- How come? - I'm not saying I agree,

but she's in a terrible position.

Many ex-couples live together because of the bloody crisis.

Whatever... She was raped and beaten.

- Put yourself in her shoes. - No.

Don't give me that. I find it outrageous.

For the kids' sake, there's a rapist free.

We do whatever it takes for our kids.

- What worries you, Consol? - My son.

When he was little, he was terrible, but now...

I don't know.

Since he left the army, he's not been the same.

He does bad things.

- I'm listening. - Last night...

He...

He's been single a while. He needs a woman.

There was a young one who fancied him.

I told him to ring her. She's pretty.

But he...

goes out at night.

He came back last night...

Go on.

He swore at me.

I lost my temper and slapped him.

Like when he was little.

I slapped him hard, Father.

He's lost his faith.

I don't know what to do.

You're a good mother. We all lose our temper sometimes.

Your son is not a kid any more. You need to be more patient.

Three Our Fathers and Three Hail Marys.

OK.

A bit nervous, yes. I hope I won't regret it.

- I'll ring later. - Hello.

Hello.

I'm off to my room to study for a maths test.

OK. I'll make supper.

In the meantime...

HI.

HI.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

STUDYING. AND YOU?

At Poblenou Park.

I come here when I'm sad.

- Are you sad? - A bit.

- Why? - Not heard from you lately.

Exams. Philosophy. The Categoric Imperative.

Thought you'd ditched me.

- Why? - Back with your girlfriend?

- I haven't got a girlfriend. - The one who left you.

- She won't come back. - But you've not forgotten her.

No.

- Even if you fell for another. - You don't forget some things.

Aitor!

Aitor?

My dad's name. He always says that.

You're similar.

Really?

You both can't forget your first loves.

- I'm freaky. - So is he.

- Why? - He's both Mum and Dad.

And your mum?

She died when I was very little.

- I'm sorry. - She had beautiful eyes.

You too.

Are you hitting on me?

- Do you miss her? - Yeah.

It's sad that I never knew her.

My dad misses her loads. He's not been with anyone else.

I don't know how I can explain. It's complicated.

Like betraying her memory.

Like cheating on her.

Like he thinks he hasn't any right to be happy.

Yes. More or less.

Would you like him to find someone?

Very much.

And I'd like to find someone who loves me like he loved my mum.

- You'll find him. You'll see. - What if he's you?

Not saying anything?

I've got to go.

- I don't know how you do it. - Do what?

I tell you stuff I don't tell anyone.

- You don't know me. - I'd like to.

I'm not who you think I am.

I'm in love with you.

- My name's not Bruno Effron. - I know that.

- I'm older than you. - I don't care.

- I'm married with a daughter. - That's a lie.

Wait, Bruno. Let's meet, please.

- Tomorrow, here, at 8pm. - I won't come.

I will. I'll wait for you.

No, Bruno... Bruno!

...by the neighbours, but he escaped across the roofs.

According to a witness, he's a white male,

well-built, wearing sports clothes. He also has...

Pueyo?

Forés, from Barcelona.

It's been a while, yes.

Nothing. Good.

I wondered how things were going in Seville.

Crap? I know. Same here too.

No, honestly I can't complain.

Always racing. Never stops.

I'll be there next week. We could have lunch, maybe.

I need to talk to you.

At Dorian?

Said I've been fired? Who said that?

That's not true, Pueyo.

Excuse me?

Fuck you, you wanker. Wanker!

Hello. What are you up to?

Just watching zombies on TV.

I'm in a bar, but it's full of hot women on the job.

- Great, no? - And I thought I'd ring Fàtima.

Sometimes being alone thinking

is the worst thing you can do. And...

maybe you'd like to hang out with an attractive guy.

- Now? - Just to chat, you know?

- I promise not to flirt. - Then I'll be bored.

A little, then: "sex symbol", "hot girl"!

- But I'm in my pyjamas. - Don't say that! I'm susceptible.

- Some other day. - As you like.

I won't insist.

If you change your mind give me a buzz,

I'll come get you and...

- Polito. - Yes?

Thanks.

- Good night, gorgeous. - Good night, handsome.

Hey! Want to know how to do an autopsy?

It seems this bloke is crazy for you.

- Were you listening? - Professional interest.

- He's a good guy. - I made supper.

I'm not hungry.

Eh, sweetheart...

We'll get him.

Do you hear me?

We'll get the swine. It's just a matter of time.

Come on.

How was your day?

At work?

OK.

Lately, you haven't talked much about it.

What do you want to know?

I don't know. Is Clara OK?

What about her?

I'm just asking, Lluís.

I said I don't want her on my team.

She's a duffer.

- You smell good. - Face cream.

You gonna read?

Yes. A couple of pages. I'm knackered, Lluís.

Hey...

- What? - I'm not in the mood.

Come on.

Lluís, please. I don't want to.

- Sara... - No, no.

- What's the matter? - No!

You're hurting me.

- Don't exaggerate. - Don't...

What are you doing? I said stop, OK?

- Don't be ridiculous. - Get off me! Lluís...

Leave me alone. I don't want to!

Hey!

You're my wife.

You're my wife.

Stop!

You don't want to fuck, or have a kid.

You ignore me.

You're always so dramatic!

- Who are you ringing? - A taxi.

Yes. OK.

Thanks. See you soon.

- Car still in the garage? - Until tomorrow.

Take mine. I'll be at the office all day.

- Come on. - I'm late, Lluís.

Sara...

Shape of his face?

Square, round, oval?

Square, I would say.

Hair?

Not sure he had any.

- He was bald? - Or shaved.

Nose?

- I don't know. Normal. - Big, small? Snub-nosed?

Neither big or small. Not snub-nosed, but it wasn't huge.

- Eyes? - No idea.

- His eyebrows? Bushy? - Black, dark brown...

Perhaps a bit bushier.

- Moustache? - No.

- Mouth? - Big mouth, with thick lips.

- Any scars on his face? - Not on his face.

But I did see a tattoo on his arm.

- What kind of tattoo? - I don't know. A tattoo.

Have you seen the clothes I was wearing last night?

I can't find them.

On the dining table, washed and ironed.

Do you know if your ex-partner was seeing someone?

Why do you think we separated?

Anyone in particular? Did she mention a name?

No. We didn't talk much.

And when we did, not about that stuff.

Did your son ever say anything about his mum's friends?

My son...?

No. Never.

- Will this take long? - No, you can go now.

But, if you remember any detail, however small, ring...

This is what we got.

If you need anything at all, ring me, OK?

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- Thanks. - Are you Roger's dad?

Our sons are friends.

Adrià Ramos.

I just wanted to offer my condolences.

Have the police found anything yet?

- No. - If they catch him,

they should cut off his balls.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

- Dad! - Adri.

Did you have fun, mate?

- A lot. - Where is your bag?

- I thought Mum was coming. - Mum...

She's not well.

- Dad. - Yes?

Why are they crying?

I don't know.

Let's go.

I can't stand it. Fàtima, do me a favour?

Tell the nurse I need a sleeping pill.

- Will do. - Can I borrow your phone?

They won't let me have one and I need to call someone.

- Here. - Thanks.

Are you all right?

Fine. You?

I'm sorry about what I said.

- You were right. - I beg your pardon?

- I don't want to be a burden. - Come off it, Magda.

You need to recover.

And think a lot...

- I'm a bother. - But...

- We'll talk when you're better. - Listen, Magda.

Sorry, I've got something on the stove.

We'll talk later. Bye.

- Finished? - Yes. Thanks.

The nurse is coming.

Auntie knew about Magda.

- Yes, you too apparently. - No.

But I saw her at the funeral and...

I'm so sorry things ended this way.

She and I watched films of when you were young.

- Really? - You looked so happy, full of life.

Ghosts, she said...

I didn't want to hurt her. I fell in love with someone else.

She didn't do anything wrong.

I loved Mercè.

- I always did. - I know.

She knew it too.

- She understood in the end. - What?

She couldn't keep you.

- What? - The divorce papers.

She said she'd sign them.

Hello. Is this a bad time?

- Absolutely not! Come in, Olga. - Hello.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Bye.

You didn't have to come.

How are you feeling?

Better.

We've been having problems.

And, last night...

I can't stand him touching me any more.

I look at him, and he's like a stranger.

Can I ask you something?

Is there someone else?

No, not at all.

It's just...

What?

I'm fed up. I don't want to go home.

I won't pretend any more, I can't stand him.

- He loves you. - I don't want his love.

I've cheated on him, Aitor. I've slept with loads of blokes.

Only you know.

You must think...

that I'm a monster.

We all are. We are day and night.

We have our light side, but also our dark side,

hidden like a treasure. Or like an illness.

Another side we want nobody to know about.

Otherwise, who would love us?

But... you're not like that.

Of course not, I'm a saint.

They canonise me next week, you're invited.

Hello.

- You look lovely. - I'm meeting a girlfriend.

- A girlfriend? - Ruth. You don't know her.

Back for supper?

Don't think so. Going to the flicks.

Why don't you stay in tonight? Tell her you're not in the mood.

- She's waiting. - Yeah.

- Got any money? - 10 euros.

- Here. - No need.

For the cinema.

- You OK? - Of course.

Bye, Dad.

- Miren... - I'm late.

What?

Nothing. I'll make a courgette omelette.

- Leave me a piece! - OK.

- Bye. - Bye.

Shit.

Shit!

Have the doctors advised you to rest?

Yes. I need to take it easy.

Under the circumstances, I think it best you don't work on this case.

- I'll take care of it. - Yes, you are right.

We are getting close.

Your wife scratched the attacker. We have his DNA.

But who will we compare it with?

He's doing strange things lately.

- The ring... - The ring, yes.

If he tries to sell it, we'll get him.

But why's he doing this? Theft was never a motive.

No idea. Maybe he's got money trouble?

He has changed his pattern. Take the murder last night.

- Which murder? - Montse Llopis. A young woman.

We found a footprint that matches the other crime scenes.

A sketch's been drawn up. It'll be all over the news today.

Too many visitors.

Later he'll moan that he can't sleep.

Don't worry. I was just leaving.

Cases, this won't be just another case.

It never was. Less so now. We'll get him sooner or later.

The city is a wasteland...

Of heavy silence.

Looking down, a bird...

Watches the streets.

The city is a wasteland...

A desert of empty dreams.

Tooth and claw at night...

Spying out desire

...got stuck in the lift.

Neighbours tried to retain him, but he got away.

Ramos! Now what?

You killing old ladies?

Only in my free time.

See! The fucker looks like you!

Yeah, sure...

The authorities are asking for help

to identify the perpetrator of this new crime.

Hello.

- Didn't go to the cinema? - No.

There's half an omelette... Want some?

I'm not hungry.

It's delicious, if I do say so myself.

Fancy watching a film while you eat?

Do you?

- A comedy or a weepy? - A weepy.

A weepy.

OK.

Let's see. A weepy.

This will do the trick.

Hello, it's me.

Who? Me!

Listen.

What did the Russian do?

Is he mental, the stupid shit?

Why did he take the ring?

Listen carefully.

Don't let him even think of selling it! Clear?

We could get caught because of that stupid shit.

What are you doing? You shouldn't be here.

Please, return to your room.

- It was made for you? - Of course!

- It's cool. - It is, isn't it?

Handsome!

Sorry I'm late. Horrible day at the office.

Had supper yet? Do you want to go out?

No, I'm not in the mood.

Neither do I.

Barcelona has launched an electric motorbike rental scheme

similar to its booming bike hire project.

Through an easy mobile app, you can now rent one of...

I've been thinking.

Thinking of what?

About us.

Sara.

If this is about what happened last night...

You made me feel...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Sara.

Forgive me. I don't know why I did it. That wasn't me.

For some time now we've been... two strangers.

I know I've been acting differently, but...

- We can't... - I've been sacked.

- What? - They fired me!

I said I wasn't moving to Tangier. They fired me.

I wanted to tell you, but I was ashamed.

For 2 weeks now, when you leave for work,

I stay here sending out CVs everywhere.

And then...

I go out for hours thinking I'm losing everything.

I've got no friends, no job...

And I don't have you either.

I'm losing you, I know. I don't know how to get you back.

You don't want a kid, I get it. Maybe you're right, as usual.

This may not be the right time, but I'm so scared of losing you.

Sara, I don't want to lose you.

...in order to identify the murderer of a new crime

that has shocked the city of Barcelona.

To help identify him the Home Office

has issued a sketch of the presumed murderer.

According to witnesses,

he's a well built man between 30 and 40.

He wore sports clothes,

and the latest update is that he has a tattoo on his arm.

Hey! What are you doing?

Why are you burning your clothes?

Give them to me, they're nice!

What are you doing, pal?

Get off me!

Are you meeting the terrorist who killed Mum?

Why didn't you tell me?

Fajardo, I need the ring now!

I just want a name.

- Tell her. - Shut up, Marina!

She got you, eh? She fucks so good.

Wendy's Bar. Sounds nice!

I need 2 days to get the money. Make sure he brings the ring.

I was nobody.

I was just a forensic specialist.

Your sister knew this man.

If this goes public, you'll have to answer loads of questions.

Sara, no!

Marc Ramos, please?

- He's my son. - Police.