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What have you done?

Think it could be his?

Reminds me of the Granny Killer.

The same bloke.

It's from a trainer.

We've compared it with the partial footprint from the Granny Killer.

- She understood in the end. - What?

She couldn't keep you.

Marry me!

- You are my wife. - Stop!

Tomorrow at 8pm. I'll wait here.

We'll get the swine.

Have the cops got any idea who did it?

He had a tattoo on his arm.

- I can't stand it. - But he loves you.

I don't want him to!

You must think I'm a monster.

We all are night and day.

The ring...

Why on Earth did he take my wife's ring?

I'm afraid of losing you.

...has released a sketch of...

Why are you burning clothes?

Give them to me!

What are you doing? Leave me alone!

Hi, Sara.

No!

Sara!

Sara! Sara!

- No! - Wake up!

NIGHT AND DAY

REPENTANCE

You scared me last night.

Sorry, it was a nightmare.

Next time, I'll wear armour.

Sara, do you want to talk?

Not now.

Got to go to work.

Andreu?

Sorry to ring so early,

I'm not feeling well.

Nothing serious. I had a bad night.

I'd better stay home.

All right. Thanks, bye.

I'll try to get back today. I might be late.

Don't worry.

It's a long drive. Stay the night!

They say Donostia's nice.

It is, but...

I've got work. I've got to come back.

Why aren't you flying there?

I feel like driving.

Right...

Can't they post the papers?

What?

Nothing,

I'm not going for any papers.

No?

- No. - You said you had to sign...

I know what I said. I lied.

Truth is, I'm meeting someone.

Remember those two people from that association

that deals with victims of terrorists?

You're meeting Mum's killer?

Right.

You told me you would.

That you'd face off and say what was on your mind.

Yes, Dad.

You got me thinking, and...

I don't know...

I said yes and it's going ahead.

What will you say?

I don't know.

I'd better go. It's a 5-hour drive.

- Dad. - What?

- Want me to come with you? - Thanks, but no.

I know you. You'll agonise the whole trip.

Hold on a sec.

Here.

- What's this? - Music.

- Music... - Good stuff.

- Really? - You'll enjoy it.

Come here.

Let's take a cab.

Yes.

I'll call you tonight.

Is it true? You and Wendy...?

Well, yes.

Is she going to stay on the streets?

- What do you think? - Just asking.

No! No streets! We've got plans.

Do you?

This bar... They say you're flogging it.

Yeah, struggled enough, I reckon.

- Going to play bowls? - No. Back to Orense.

- Homesick? - Mum's got cancer.

- Fuck! Sorry man. - Can't be helped.

- How much do you want for the bar? - 50.

You're kidding! Who will pay that much?

Chinks will.

You're joking! The Chinese running your bar?

- If they pay... - What will we eat then? Spring rolls?

Come off it! They'll make the stuff you're used to.

Shit, man! They're taking over everything!

Fuck! This is a local bar, from way back!

- Remi's bar, man! - They won't change the name.

Just a sec...

I'll take it over. Wendy and I.

If you've got the cash...

We might. If you bring the price down.

50.

Come on! Mate's rates?

50,000.

I can give you 14,000 now... the rest in instalments.

50,000. If you've got the dough, the bar's yours.

If not, the Chinks get it. And pay for that.

I kept those we weren't in.

It felt best.

- It was one with an armoured car. - Yeah, it's here...

- Look! Found it. - Perfect.

I still don't get why you want it.

We're doing research on war traumas.

My husband couldn't sleep.

He said he'd seen things he couldn't forget.

That's precisely the point of the research.

What's his name?

- Him? - Yeah.

I don't know. He wouldn't say much about those days.

- But he got on with this guy. - His name?

- They called him Tiger. Tyson. - His real name?

Hold on. Víctor Fernández.

No, not Fernández. González. Víctor González.

He owns a boxing gym in Sant Adrià.

Víctor González.

No, no, no! You bitch!

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

- Hello? - Good morning. Lluís Forés?

- Speaking. - I'm calling from Laboratoris Molner.

- Molner? - Yes, we've received your CV.

It matches a profile we are looking for.

Would you like to come over

for an interview with Human Resources?

Sure, sure, but I don't recall having sent my...

This afternoon at 4:30pm, OK?

Yes, of course. Can I have the address, please?

My God! What happened?

What are you doing here?

Fàtima rang. She was worried.

What's all this?

The divorce papers?

Yes, she signed them.

Mercè agreed to the divorce.

I am a...

Stay cool, Fermí.

Can't you see? It's all my fault.

- What are you saying? - If she had told me...

- Poor Mercè. - Enough, Fermí!

Being here is no good for you. You'll have another coronary.

Pack your things and come to my place.

That's not possible.

Of course it is. This game is over.

I can take some days off. We can go somewhere.

- The mountains, a spa... - I can't!

Can't you see it's all a mess?

Forget it! We'll get someone to tidy up.

Grab some clothes and a toothbrush.

Hello?

Hello?

Who?

Yes, yes, sure, but...

Can you call me later? I'm busy right now.

Yes. Thanks.

Clerk from the High Council of the Judiciary.

This month I'm to be... the new spokesperson.

- Spokesperson? - What are you doing?

So, in the end... it all worked out fine.

I can't come to your house right now.

Best keep things as they are for now.

Until things settle down. OK?

Yes, in the end, it's all worked out fine.

Great.

Better than I expected.

- Excuse me, the boxing gym? - First door.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

You're doing fine.

Block it, Marina. Come on. Block it!

That's it, good!

Víctor González?

Thanks.

What's up, Joel?

Very good, very good. Parry, Marina, parry!

That's it, good, good!

- Víctor González? - What do you want?

Hello, I'm Sara.

I told you, I'm not selling!

- I'm not here to buy anything. - Keep your guard up!

Marina, he'll deck you! Come on!

I need to ask a few questions.

- Are you a journalist? - No.

Yes! Lay into him!

Harder, Marina. Good!

- I'm writing a book. - About boxing?

No, the Iraq war.

Keep back, Marina. Back!

Yes, yes, good one! Go on.

About war trauma, memories... I've been speaking to ex-soldiers.

That was all fucked up! I have nothing to add.

Did you get your tattoo there?

That's OK, Marina. Well done!

Shower. Great.

Good, Joel!

What?

One of your mates might speak to me.

What mates?

Lads in your platoon.

This one bought it.

This one died recently.

And this one?

I don't know.

Turco, your turn. Give us your best!

- A name would suffice... - Look, lady.

If you're a writer, I'm a priest.

What's your game?

He may be a criminal.

- So you're a cop? - No.

- So piss off. - I just want...

See these kids?

They've all been to jail or borstal.

I teach them to keep out of trouble.

Know what I mean?

- I just need his name. - I don't know fuck all!

- It's dead simple. - I said I know nothing. Understand?

Leave me alone!

Is it not clear I know nothing about the bastard?

- Just tell her! - Shut it, Marina.

- Tell her! - Shut up!

- Why should I? - Because I say so!

Now, piss off! Go to hell!

I'm getting mad, so fuck off!

What? What are you looking at? Nothing better to do?

Turco, Joel, come on, you're up!

Hold up!

Víctor won't tell you a thing.

But he knows the guy from the army.

- In Mosul. Things happened. - What things?

One of them got killed. Booby trap!

Our soldiers took some prisoners.

Two boys. This guy went bonkers.

What do you mean?

Tortured them. Raped them.

And he killed one.

Víctor recorded it on his phone.

Did it go viral?

No, no! But some officers saw them.

Covered up as best they could, but Víctor and the others got chucked out.

Discreetly. It never got out.

That twat found out and came for Víctor,

beat him up, almost killed him.

- Where's the video now? - Víctor says he erased it.

I want that guy's name.

No...

No, no, no.

It's vital you tell me. He's murdered some women.

I don't want Víctor involved.

Nothing will happen to him. Marina, right?

- Yes. - Marina!

- I just want his name. - I can't...

I'm Sara Grau. I'm a forensic specialist. I just need his name.

- Tell me his name. - Ramos. Marc Ramos.

Your dad's away, we can have a party.

I'd rather watch a film.

You're a bit down lately.

Yes, a bit.

- Because of that moron Bruno? - He's not a moron.

- He let you down. - He said he wouldn't go.

- Same thing. - No, he was fair.

He's not the typical guy with one thing on his mind.

- Maybe he's gay. - No, he isn't.

- How do you know? - You can tell these things.

He would have told me anyway.

You share secrets?

It might sound odd, but...

I've never felt quite so free

when talking about personal stuff, you know?

About my dad, my mum, and about guys.

I dunno...

Even though I didn't know him that well,

I've never met him, there was...

a sort of a link.

As if we had known each other forever.

I guess that's why I had such a crush.

How was your trip?

Fine. Long.

Want to talk beforehand? Gorka will tell them we're here.

OK.

What's in it for her? Will she get more leave...?

Nothing. No perks in jail.

Is she in there?

Do you know why I'm doing this?

If it had been me, as it should have been...

if I'd died in that car,

I'm sure Itziar, my wife, would have come.

Yes?

Fajardo, I need that ring!

- Can't talk now. - Seen the Russian?

- No, not yet. - What do you want?

- Trouble for both of us? - Of course not.

- OK, find it then. - OK.

Meet later. Usual place.

Wendy.

She's got you by the balls, hasn't she?

No wonder, what a fuck!

Leave it out!

Sorry. You're getting married, right? Good luck.

You got the stuff?

A good quarter.

Last time it looked like talcum powder.

Find another dealer then!

- Hey, this isn't what we agreed. - Next week, after I've dealt it.

- What the fuck? - Come on, Peter, we're mates.

Next week. Or I'll cut it off.

Cut yourself shaving?

And pay for the beers!

- Wendy! - Yes?

What are you looking at?

At you.

Come.

Wendy, I've got to tell you something.

Hold on, hold on. Sit down.

You like it?

- It'll be my wedding dress. - White?

Of course! My sister's coming to the wedding.

- French designer. - Jesus Christ!

No worries.

The Chinese in Poblenou will make the same thing for cheap.

Think how gorgeous I'll look in this!

No doubt!

Wait till you see the lingerie.

A wedding night knockout.

Ask Peter to bring some good dope,

'cause I'm planning to keep you awake all night, you stud!

Hold your horses!

No more random guys.

You'll have me all to yourself.

- Fajardito, you drive me crazy. - Wendy...

- Want to know a secret? - Yes.

Every time I see this ring I want to screw you.

Really?

Want to see?

Jesus!

When you mentioned marriage, I thought... weddings, nah!

But when you said: "I want you to be my woman".

- You OK? - Yes, yes...

And this bar sounds a good idea.

Wendy's Bar. I like it.

- What were you going to say? - Me?

You said: "Gotta tell you something, Wendy".

- I love you heaps. - And me you.

Let's see if I understand correctly.

You screwed a fireman called Marc Ramos,

who was a soldier in Iraq and has a tattoo here.

- A skull. - A skull.

And when you next met he tried to tie you to the bed.

You refused. He got violent.

And from how he held you, you think he might be our guy.

Not just that: His whole body is shaved

to not leave clues.

- I see. - He does triathlons, wears a 45 shoe.

The autopsies! How he treats the victims...

the ties, the lipstick, everything... He matches the sketch.

Know how many calls we got from people

who thought they recognised him from that damn picture?

Shit, Toni, it's me!

I don't invent stories for the heck of it.

Think it's easy telling you this shit?

It's all just circumstantial.

A judge won't order a detention without proof.

That's your job. Find clues. Get proof.

He was in Iraq, tortured people, went too far.

I'll talk to Sònia. See what we've got on Ramos.

- That's it. - That's all I ask.

How's it going with Lluís?

What's that got to do with it?

If you're right, you'll have a lot of questions to answer.

In court, and at home.

That's my problem.

Where'd you like to sit?

I'm easy.

I'll go get her.

Ramos has no record.

I'll make some calls.

Toni.

He was in Iraq then.

2 months later, he and two mates requested voluntary dismissal.

- Code for booted out. - On what grounds?

Brick wall. You know what the Army's like.

Let's go.

Ohiane, this is Aitor.

You know the rules. Up to you.

You still got your mum?

- Yes. - My daughter doesn't.

She lost her when she was 1.

We didn't know about the baby.

How old were you?

24.

And why?

Why, at 24, did you think it a good idea to kill someone?

I'm not going to justify it.

I can't.

What we did has no justification.

The only thing I can do is...

tell you what my life was like until that day.

Go on.

I joined when I was very young.

My parents were fanatics.

I ran errands. Nothing big.

"Ohiane, go get that letter." "Ohiane, go buy that."

One day, someone got wounded. I had to look for a doctor.

They arrested him, beat him up. He confessed.

My dad went to prison, and since I was involved,

I fled to France.

I felt hunted and lonely. I wanted revenge.

It was a closed world.

We were like soldiers just following orders.

You let them do the thinking.

And you obeyed.

And now?

- Still doing that? - No.

Those in here have left the organisation.

Formally.

I've been here 7 years.

I see...

And the attack?

You wanted me.

Why kill her?

It was...

There were two of us.

Two of us did it.

My first and last. I got caught soon after.

We knew so little.

We had the number plate, and the street where it was parked.

- You planted the bomb and left? - No.

We stayed to ensure it worked.

You saw...

my wife getting in?

Yes.

Why the fuck didn't you stop her?

She was totally innocent.

She supported your cause, for fuck's sake.

Aitor.

The target was the car. No idea whose.

We used a movement-activated bomb.

Once placed, there's no way back.

We saw it go off and left.

Just like that...?

That easy?

And then you went for a drink, eh?

No.

We went to a safe house till it cooled off.

Then we tried to get to France, a fortnight later,

and got caught.

Why did you leave ETA?

When I joined, I thought we'd change our people's fate.

But in jail you start questioning it all.

There's time to think here.

And I realised what the organisation really was...

An error. A huge error.

I met others who wanted to leave and I left.

- Marc is off today. - Can we check the roster?

Of course, but I don't understand.

He's a first class fireman. What's he done?

Probably nothing. Just a routine check.

Here you are.

And this is his locker.

Why the interest? He's a great guy.

- He's a bit weird, but... - Weird? How?

Mind of his own. Not many friends, but he's never in trouble.

When we get a job, he's the first in and last to leave.

He'd never let anyone down.

He's tough.

- Where is the loo? - In there. Unisex!

No sweat.

Mr Forés? This way, please.

About time.

- Go in. - Thanks.

- Won't be long. - Great.

- Sure you don't want a drink? - No, no. I'm fine, thanks.

An espresso for me!

Vicenç?

Don't look surprised!

When you kicked me out you told me I'd soon find a job.

- You were right. - You're looking good.

I can't complain. Bigger office, higher salary...

And what's better: Professional acknowledgement.

Invited me here to gloat?

No, of course not. I'm grateful you treated me like a dog.

I must admit it was hard at the start.

But sometimes a good kick does you good.

- You agree? - I was under pressure. The sales...

Easier to find a good excuse than a good job.

- One of your favourite phrases. - Yes.

But it's true. Things are tough.

Take a seat.

The good times are over.

Sit down.

You've been replaced by a beautiful girl. Great CV.

- I see news travels fast. - Truth is, she told me.

- Clara? - We had lunch the other day.

She told me about your situation.

She was quite upset.

Sorry that someone of your worth was finding it hard to get a job.

- She seems to really value you. - Me too, deep down.

That's why I rang, to offer you a job.

- Interested in logistics? - Logistics?

Yes, providing product flow, from purchasing to the end user.

Sales is your strong point,

but logistics are essential in a big firm.

If you want, you can start tomorrow.

Head of Logistics? I'll need to think...

No, not the head, we've already got one.

But we need someone to work in earnest,

to do a good job.

Can you drive a forklift?

You're suggesting I work in the warehouse?

I see you don't think it fits your status.

I understand. How did you put it?

"Still young, but with experience.

With your CV it won't be hard to get the right job."

- You bastard. - I had a good teacher.

Now get out my office or I'll call security.

Regards to Sara.

- Do you recognise him? - Sorry.

I'm busy. I can't talk.

Not sure. I said it was dark.

Take it easy. No rush!

Could well be.

Yes, yes... I can see it now. Could be him, yes.

- Yes, I'll explain. - Sure.

Sorry. My mum.

Laia, do you think this is the guy who got stuck in the lift?

I don't know...

But I do know him.

Montse mentioned him.

I saw him one day when I was leaving home.

His son goes to school with my nephew.

Your sister knew this man?

The same class?

Ramos' son is in the same class as Llopis' son.

- That doesn't mean much. - Now, Ramos is a fireman.

That day, the kids were at camp. He was off work.

We've compared the dates he was off work

with the dates of the murders. Some coincide.

Shoe size 45, does sport, no body hair, like our source said.

- Does he have a record? - He might.

Accusations from the Iraq war.

Ramos tortured prisoners, but the episode was covered up.

Soon after, he was dismissed from the army.

Circumstantial.

I can't arrest him without proof.

We have this.

- A tie. - It was in his locker.

You searched his locker with no warrant?

- Well, the padlock was... - This tie is no proof.

If it were, it's useless now. Christ, Sònia!

While we are here arguing about procedure,

he's preparing another murder.

Maybe tomorrow another woman will be dead.

What then?

Let's arrest him. Interrogate him.

Compare his DNA with what we have.

I won't give the order unless you tell me your source.

Where's this from?

I was the target.

I should have been in that car.

I should have gone shopping.

I should have been killed by your bomb.

Your fucking bomb.

I look at my daughter

and feel guilty for depriving her of her mother.

Every single day.

I did nothing.

Understand what I'm talking about?

I had to play mother, I had to play...

I don't know if I'm a good father.

The day after you killed my wife,

there was graffiti of targets on our wall!

You had just killed her. And you painted targets on my home!

I wasn't... I wasn't...

I wasn't anyone.

Just a forensic scientist.

What was the point of that bomb?

Was it any use?

None.

None.

Did you remarry?

No.

No, I never remarried.

I'm not going to ask you to forgive me. That's senseless.

I would never forgive anyone who did that to me.

I don't forgive those who conned me into it.

- Nor do I... - They didn't con you into it.

You aren't stupid.

No.

You're right.

Forgive me.

It was me who planted the bomb.

Fuck it, it was me.

It's impossible but...

if I had the power...

If I could do something good,

like get you and your daughter...

not to forget, but...

not just always remember your wife and her mum,

but that you'd also...

get back some of the happiness that I'm sure you once felt.

Some of that...

which I took away from you.

Well, I think that's long enough.

For a first encounter, that's plenty.

I suggest we call it a day.

They've been here asking weird questions.

Like which days you were off work,

if you had friends, if you had a lover.

Worst is, I think they searched your locker.

- No kidding! - I didn't see it.

But the cop asked me for the loo,

while the guy kept asking me questions.

When I went to the changing room the padlock was off.

- I think it was her. - Thanks for telling me.

What's this about? Did you rob a bank or something?

Yes, a few.

You clown! Bye.

I don't know. Maybe I look like someone.

I'll call at the cop shop and ask for an explanation.

But thanks, pal.

- I owe you one. - You're welcome, Ramos. Bye.

Bye.

Adrià.

- Yes? - Come here.

Sit down.

Look, son.

Tomorrow,

or the day after,

you might hear bad things about me.

- Like what? - Lies.

Lies people make up to hurt others.

Some people are terrible, Adrià.

Worse than the monsters in the stories, or the films.

But listen to me, your dad is a good man.

- Understood? - Yes, but...

Hey, Dad loves you and your grandma.

I would never, ever, hurt anyone.

Is that clear?

Quite the reverse.

Quite the reverse.

- How do I make a living? - Saving people, like a superhero.

That's a good boy. Give me a hug.

- Can you finish reading me the story? - Later, OK?

Sorry. I got stuck in a traffic jam.

Say no more. Seen the Russian?

- Of course. - The ring.

- Not got it. - What?

- He wouldn't give it back. - Does he want us locked up?

Cash! He wants cash.

- Son of a bitch. - It's not looking good. Wants more!

- How much? - A fortune.

How much? 10,000? 15,000?

50.

- 50,000! - I told him he's nuts.

But you know that lot. Crazy. Take it or leave it.

- OK, OK. - What?

I need 2 days to get the cash. Just make sure he brings the ring.

OK.

I thought you'd be here earlier.

I've been to an interview.

Small firm. Said I could choose a team, but I declined.

What have you been up to?

- I reported a guy. - Why? What's he done?

Killed women.

I'll have to testify in court.

Right. As a forensic specialist?

No, as a witness.

I don't get you.

I'd like to explain, before it all comes out.

What comes out?

I had an affair...

with this man.

- Marc Ramos? - He's my son.

Police.

- What's happened? - We've got some questions.

"The night was dark and starless.

"Adrià was shaking, not out of cold though.

"Some faceless shadows were approaching the castle.

- "And Captain Crepuscular said..." - "Go away you, ghosts of the night!"

Marc...

- Police. - Yeah.

You want me to come to the station, right?

No problem.

No problem.

Adrià, remember what I said, all right?

Look after Grandma, be good to her.

Dad!

Adrià, leave it.

Take it easy, Mother. I've done nothing wrong.

Dad! Dad!

I can't believe it.

I can't believe this shit you're telling me!

- Where did you meet? - It doesn't matter, Lluís.

- In a bar. - In a bar. Have there been others?

No.

How long ago?

We only met twice. A few months ago.

When we were trying to have a baby.

That's why you... You didn't need me.

I'm sorry, Lluís.

You're sorry? Sorry, you bitch?

- Cool it. - How can I?

I wanna beat the shit out of you!

Where are you going? Suitcase ready, eh? All worked out!

Now I'm jobless and fucked and you do this to me?

When you're calm, we'll talk.

- Where are you going? That bar? - Let me go!

You're going nowhere!

Sara, forgive me!

Sara!

Sara! Sara!

Sara! Open the door. Please, please don't go, Sara!

Hi, Dad.

Hello, love.

I'm in Lleida. Be back in a couple of hours.

How did it go? Was it worth it?

- I don't know. - Are you OK?

They want me to go back in a few weeks.

- Will you do it? - I don't know. I've not decided.

But...

I've been thinking.

When your mum died,

I was angry with your grandparents.

I got angry with everybody and...

I had no right to deny you them.

We ought to go see them. You can meet them.

- What do you think? - No problem.

Let's ring them tomorrow, OK?

If you like.

- Will you want dinner? - No, thanks.

I've eaten at a service station, so no need.

Did you listen to the music I gave you?

Which music?

The CD for the trip.

- Oh I forgot! - You haven't played it?

- I'll do it now. - You'll enjoy it.

OK, then.

- See you soon. - See you soon.

- Hey! - What?

Love you.

I love you too.

If you ever see me walk back.

And I don't know you.

Pick me up!

If you ever see me.

Letting out

all the poison,

Forgive me! It's part of me.

The one who Just missed out on luck.

I will make you laugh again.

That's me too,

Made of light and darkness,

So tiny I'm scared.

That's me too.

If you ever see me.

Too full of myself,

Talking about my life,

Stop me!

If you ever see me.

Confused and shouting,

Burning my bridges,

Hold me tight!

That's me too,

The one who Just missed out on luck,

I will make you laugh again.

That's me too,

The one who Just missed out on luck.

I will make you laugh again.

That's me too,

Made of light and darkness,

So tiny I'm scared.

That's me too!

Why am I locked up?

- You'll understand, you bastard! - We've got him!

We'll check his DNA with that under Mercè's nails.

- Where shall we go? - Andorra.

You give me a present that lasts 2 days? Fuck off!

I don't need a lawyer.

Let them interview me!

As you wish.

I'd say him, second on the left.

- Witnesses have identified him. - They must be wrong.

- We'll do some DNA tests. - You robbed me!

- What's up? - Leave her!

They're unique, no two alike.

The jeweller will know who bought it.

A checkpoint. They're stopping cars. I've got 50,000 on me.

- He loves you. - I love him.

Not in the same way.

We're waiting for the DNA tests.

- If they match, we've got him. - Shit.

I don't go around killing people...