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One of the counsellors won't approve the project. He says it's too risky.

Let him see that without his approval, things will be much worse.

Do you want this flat?

Just stop making excuses, and do what needs to be done.

So those who are ruining the public sector take advantage.

I've met someone else. I don't love you any more, Pol.

You were interfered with.

They may have given you a drug to stop you from resisting.

There was a smell like... a bit like mint tea.

There was a science teacher who we were all a bit scared of.

- And with Kevin? - Let go of me...

But if we're looking for him to beat him up, I'm not interested.

Víctor, if that's the plan, count me out.

I had a call from the Department.

They're finally moving on the question of the new director.

They've asked me.

BRIANS 2 PENITENTIARY

Good God...

Let me look at you.

What's with the shades?

- What's up? - Nothing.

Fucking hell!

I got into a scrape with a customer.

Babe, you can handle your customers. Who did this to you?

- It's OK. This is our time together. - That bastard Fran?

Who, then?

- Who? - Yes. It was Fran.

Fucking bastard!

I'll kill him.

Shit, Wendy, I...

I can't be shut up in here knowing that you're getting hurt,

- I'll go out of my mind! - Hey, I'm OK. It doesn't matter.

When you get out of here, we'll go away, and it'll all be over.

What? I'll be lucky to get out of here in 15-20 years.

But I'll wait for you.

- Guess what I've been thinking? - What?

- We can move to Formentera. - You and your schemes. Formentera?

Yes, in a house by the beach.

We can shag all day long.

Hang onto that thought. You and I shagging all day.

We'll only break off to eat and sleep.

Wendy, it won't work. Shit, Wendy...

When I get out of here I'll be an old man.

Do something with your life. You can't go on like this.

- I'm fine. - No, you're not fine.

That guy's a real bastard, and he'll end up really hurting you.

Promise me... swear to me that you'll stop whoring.

Do something else, leave it all behind.

I can't.

You can, but you have to turn your back on everything.

You can't keep coming here. You have to go away, Wendy.

- Forget me, and everything else. - How can I forget you?

Wendy, don't visit me again.

- Do you hear? - No...

If you come, I'll refuse to see you. I don't want you to come back.

No, Fajardo, no...

Can't you see it's the only way? There's no future for us?

I'm stuck in here and I can't get out. But you're trapped too.

You've got to escape and do it alone. I can't help you.

I tried once and look at me now.

You must leave me, Wendy. Leave me and everything else.

Say you understand. Say that you'll do it.

OK.

Now let's screw one last time. A real good one...

I'll have to remember it my whole life.

NIGHT AND DAY

PRIVATE LIFE

I enjoyed having you here.

I'd rather have stayed, but...

it seems the director has to be in the director's office.

You'll do a great job.

I don't know about that. It's a bit scary, really.

- You'll help me, won't you? - You won't need my help.

Of course I will. You can multi-task better than me.

I'm sorry for my reaction these past few days.

I mean since your appointment.

I'm very happy for you, really.

I know you are.

But I'm not happy you're going upstairs.

Well, we had this wall between us, now we'll have the ceiling.

Yes. If you need me, bang on the floor and I'll come up.

If I need you, I'll come down. It's the least I can do.

I'll give you a hand.

- How's your mother? - Alone, 70, with a sprained ankle.

- What do you think? - Right...

You were in a mess yesterday.

- I know. - Why didn't you tell me about it?

- You know what I'm like. - I don't think I do know you.

- You have a son and I didn't know. - I had a son.

Whatever, Víctor! We're not talking about some school friend here.

- So now I've told you. End of story! - No, it isn't "end of story".

They've found your son's body.

You're looking for his killer, and you still didn't tell me.

What am I to you?

- Don't start. - And you're drinking again.

I can't be with someone who deceives me.

- Who doesn't trust me. - It's my business.

You have your own concerns. Don't yell, that's all I need.

Fine, don't worry. If it bothers you, I'll go.

Get lost, then!

Shit, Víctor. Please, let me help you!

Whatever it is you're doing, let's do it together.

Stay out of this.

Look, we've been here before, and I'm sick of it.

Why don't you just get drunk? It's the only thing you're good at.

Because this tortured soul act doesn't wash with me.

Maybe it goes down well with the lads in the gym,

this face that says "I've had a hard life."

But that's all it's good for. It only messes up your life.

And the lives of those around you.

I love you, Víctor. I chose you and I knew what I was doing.

But I won't let you ruin my life.

If you want to wallow in a life of misery, then find someone else.

I mean it. Carry on like this, and you're on your own.

Is that what you want? Because that's what you'll get.

Go back to your mother.

She needs you.

Damià?

Is it her?

Yes.

Why don't you answer it?

- I have better things to do. - Really?

Like what?

Looking at you.

I love looking at you.

If Joana knew we were here in the flat she found for me...

When are you moving in?

I'll go and fetch my things when Pol's out.

I'm not spending another night there. I don't want any problems.

- Come on. - No...

- Come on. - No, I'm dressed...

- What are we going to do? - About what?

About Joana.

I've split up with Pol.

She's arranged exhibitions for me in Paris and Zurich.

I can't do anything right now. I have to keep her happy.

Do you know how bad that sounds?

That's how it is.

If you were a woman, people would say you were a bit of a...

You shag her and she pays.

In her own way, but she pays. There's a word for that, Damià.

That's like being a...

whore.

If Joana finds out about us, it won't just mean the end of my exhibitions.

You can say goodbye to your job as well.

And this lovely flat too.

Everything has a price, Carmen.

Look at the positives.

And what are the positives of getting dumped?

Listen, I can speak freely now.

Carmen's on her way to being the biggest snob in Barcelona.

From what you say, she only cares about money.

I don't know why she was with you. You're totally different people.

You're happy with what you have. Her?

She'll never be satisfied in life. You'd never have been enough for her.

- That's a big help. Thanks. - Be serious, Pol!

Some people can never be happy. They always need more.

If it's not a bigger car, it's a bigger house,

or a boyfriend who's more handsome or richer... Whatever!

Such people are poisonous.

They fill your life with shit and if you're not like them,

if you don't get what they want, they think you're a loser.

Guess what? It's not fucking true, Pol.

What's this?

Lenin: "The State and Revolution".

- Shit, man. Hardly light reading. - It's not mine. I have to return it.

Listen to me, Pol, please. Think of the positives.

You've escaped from a woman

who could have hurt you much more than she already has.

You have to find yourself again, your sense of humour,

your corny jokes, flirting with all and sundry...

Apart from me. I don't go in for hairy legs.

And you say my jokes are corny?

- I love you. - Me too.

Fancy a fuck?

Out of interest... Does Sònia shave her legs?

Good morning, Joana.

Can I get you anything? A coffee or something...?

- You can answer a question. - Yes.

What did we agree when you went to Damià Camps' studio?

- I don't know what you mean. - I told you it was a one-off.

Yes.

Meaning that you wouldn't go back to his studio.

- Do you remember I said that? - Joana, where are you going with this?

I paid you for a service, but only a service.

- I don't know what you're on about. - You left this behind.

- I was looking for this. - So you didn't know where it was?

- No. - What's your game?

- Joana, what's up? - I've seen the painting.

What painting?

Fine.

I'll tell you what. Let's not say any more about it.

Since we won't be seeing each other again.

I'm leaving now, and while I'm out you gather your stuff and go home.

Tomorrow you'll get a call with a settlement figure.

It'll be unfair dismissal, I recognise that.

I wish you a very interesting life, Sandra.

But it won't be with us.

- Can you manage? - Yes.

Fucking hell!

Marina...

- When all this is over... - No, Víctor.

This will never be over.

Goodbye.

Hello.

Hello, Muntada. Sorry, but I need to talk to you.

- I have to go out, I'm in a hurry. - It'll only take a second.

I've seen that there's a children's chess tournament in Banyoles.

- Could Lia sign up for it? - No, she isn't ready. No.

Even if it was just as a trial.

- No, she isn't ready. - Or to see if she's good enough.

Look, you do the fathering. Leave the chess to me, please.

- Now, if you don't mind... - OK.

As you wish.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

The book.

I've finished it.

Interesting, isn't it?

- Yes, it is. - Oh dear, not your thing, eh?

But no need to have made a trip just to return it.

You could have dropped it in any time.

I know, but I prefer to. I don't like it when people hang onto things.

Son, it's only a book. If you'd come to give my daughter back...

But a book? It's no big deal.

It's just that I wanted to thank you.

For the book. And everything else.

Is something wrong? Are you and Carmen OK?

- Up and down. - OK.

And right now you're down. Stormy weather.

Listen, my daughter is what she is.

As you know, we don't...

And it's not your fault, you're a great lad.

It's those people she's mixing with in that shitty job of hers.

That Miró bloke.

They think they're royalty,

and when you see what they have, you say: "I want that as well."

And you become an idiot.

You're the second person to say that today.

Then we must be right.

My daughter has lost her way.

But she'll come back. She's not a bad person. She'll be back.

- It's just a case of waiting. - I'm not sure.

You're a good lad. I like you.

Look, how about this? I'll lend you another book.

When you've read it, and you're back with Carmen, you can return it.

- Are you OK? - Yes...

I'm just a bit stiff.

Here, one by Pedrolo.

Cops and robbers. Lies, betrayals, murder.

Real life stuff.

Shit.

Good evening, Wendy.

Good evening, Benet.

- How was your week? - Same as usual.

- Do you want your gin? - No. Not today.

- What happened to your eye? - Nothing. I banged my head.

Right.

- What do you fancy today? - You know.

A woman I could love forever.

And what do you want that woman to be like?

Let me think...

Rebellious.

Wild.

- Brave. - What else?

Demanding.

Patient.

Intractable.

- What does "intractable" mean? - Savage.

What a coincidence. That's me to a T.

- How long can you stay? - An hour.

And what do you have for me today? You know I look forward to it.

Today, it's something from a poet called Gerard Vergés.

- He was a chemist. - Let's hear this chemist, then.

"True are the words we exchanged,

"true is your body's spring,

"and true is the mirror of love I see in your black eyes.

"Softly fell the rain in the forest of tender pines and tiny daisies.

"Only the silence,

"only us alone.

"Years from now you may recall

"that someone, one day, loved you deeply.

"And a sweetness will rise in your throat,

"like a surge of honey, like music flowing.

"The same sweetness I feel now as I remember you in my solitude.

Nothing is worth more than a moment of love."

"Nothing is worth more than a moment of love."

Joana, I told you they're not finished.

Oh, this is new. Who's the model?

- No one. It's something I did. - Well, it looks like someone.

- That's the idea, to give it life. - Right...

It's different from everything you've done before.

Now and again I like to do portraits. Imaginary ones.

"Imaginary portraits." That's a good title for an exhibition.

- We could let the Paris people know. - I'm not sure. I may not do any more.

Yes, you must. It's great. Do more.

- We leave the day after tomorrow. - What?

For Paris, the gallery people want to meet you.

- Did you have any plans? - No.

So off we go to Paris.

Are you staying over?

- Do you want me to? - Of course I do.

I can't tonight. I have a husband to care for.

This is fucking peanuts!

I'm tired. If it's peanuts, too bad. That's all there is, OK?

- Fucking hell! - No, no. OK. I'm sorry!

Back in there!

Sara, I've been researching child abuse.

In the majority of cases, it's by people they know.

Family, friends, teachers...

I'm thinking we could make that our starting point?

I could talk to the neighbours we had at the time...

Sara, are you listening?

I have something. It may be nothing. Look at Kevin's class photo.

Wasn't he wearing a red cap the day he disappeared?

Yes, he often wore it.

Well, you see this guy here, in the tracksuit?

He could be the coach. He's wearing one too.

But it may mean nothing. Do you know who he is?

To tell you the truth, I never went to his school.

I don't have a clue. Who is he?

Ah, yes, I recognise him. He was the gym teacher.

And also the basketball coach. Your son was on his team.

- His name is in my notebook. - Shit, that's right.

He's the coach. I did go to a few games.

The red cap could be a coincidence, or mean nothing.

- Quite a bit of a coincidence. - It's a red cap.

- Let's go and see him tomorrow. - No.

Maybe I'll go. You're not going to see any more teachers.

Some more coffee?

Aitor,

we need the extractor on the skeletonisation machine to be changed.

It's lacking power. That's your area now.

Yes, I suppose so, but I'm not sure how all this works.

Don't worry, I'll look into it. By the way, have you seen Sara?

- She called to say she'd be late. - All right.

"Congratulations on your appointment." "Thanks, I really didn't expect it."

"We're sure you'll do a great job." "Thank you."

Shit!

So? Any new thoughts?

I've been running tests but... I don't know.

Everything I've looked at would leave fracture lines, not a clean wound.

It'd be impossible by hand. You'd have to use a heavy hammer,

hitting a flat end punch the same diameter as the hole,

hitting with enough force and precision to produce the wound.

No, it has to be something mechanical, like...

- Like a harpoon. - A harpoon?

No, it can't be a harpoon. Harpoons have a pointed end.

No, it would have to go in really deep to leave a hole like this.

And the remaining bone is so... perfectly round. It's impossible.

It's very professional, it's like a surgical trepanation.

I've been looking at trepans on the market that were around at the time,

but they leave different marks,

and they wouldn't leave the remaining bone intact, they'd smash it up.

- Morning. - Morning.

Sorry. I feel terrible. I overslept. Haven't done that in years.

- I think the boss was asking for you. - He can't live without me.

So, what are we doing? Do we leave it?

If it can't be done... At least we've tried.

I'll put the mold away, and job done.

No, no way. I don't plan on leaving it.

I wouldn't get it out of my head. But if you've got another job...

No way. If you want to go on, we go on.

I'm not the type to let women down.

They let me down.

Hi. Are you very busy?

Vivancos asked me to change some machine.

Ah, yes, an extractor. She's been going on about that.

She also said you'd be coming in late.

- Yes, I had a late meeting yesterday. - A meeting?

With Víctor, Kevin's dad.

Please...

We've got a clue that might be worth following up.

We've found a photo.

It doesn't matter now, but it may lead somewhere.

If the police say we can't do anything, then we do nothing.

There are thousands of terrible cases, you know that better than most.

I don't see why you have to help Víctor.

Isn't that my business?

Yes, but seeing him made you late, and that's my business.

Is this my first run-in with the new Director

of the Catalan Institute of Legal Medicine?

Very well.

I get it.

CAN VILA DOG TRAINING

Hey!

- Ah, good morning. - Good morning.

- Are you Òscar Vila? - Yes.

I'm Fidel Martín. I don't know if you remember me.

- Well, I don't actually. - I was a police officer.

I was investigating the case of a missing boy a few years ago.

A pupil of yours. Kevin Álvarez.

- Do you remember him? - Yes, of course.

I remember now. You were... I spoke to you, but that was years ago.

His body was found a few days ago.

His family have asked me to look into the case again.

I'm talking to pupils who went to the school, teachers...

- But wasn't his father arrested? - Yes, but he was innocent.

It was...

- We searched for months. - Yes.

I hadn't heard. Where was he found?

In a cave. Someone killed him and hid his body.

Poor kid.

I liked him a lot

because I was also the basketball coach and he was a player.

Well, I've come to see you about a small detail.

The day he disappeared his parents say he was wearing a red cap.

In the school photo, you're wearing...

- a red cap. - Yes, it was the team cap.

I bought one for each boy. I wore one for the photo for fun.

Right.

I don't know, I'll give it some thought.

I don't think I'll remember anything else that I didn't mention back then.

So, you're a dog trainer?

Yes, I got into it when I gave up coaching.

Just lately, I've been thinking about getting a dog.

- Do you have any puppies? - No, I'm not a breeder.

I just train them.

Gun dogs, guard dogs, search dogs.

I also get dogs with behavioural problems.

But if you like I'll ask around. I know plenty of breeders.

- Do you have many dogs here? - Not now. Things are quiet.

Could I see them?

The pens are over there.

Hey! I can't do anything with this one.

He's called Satan. He's mad. He attacks everything he sees.

We may have to put him down.

Poor chap...

And now, I'm sorry,

but the dogs have their routines and timetable.

- I have to get on with my work. - Yes, of course.

Here's my number. Please have a think, and if you recall anything...

- I will. - Thank you.

Went to find him at the fish shop and told him that...

The car at home, especially those that cause most pollution, and take...

This unstable weather is on its way and despite the...

He will come and talk to us...

What bastards.

Hello. A gin, please.

- Excuse me. Are you from round here? - What?

- Are you local? - Yes.

It's just that...

You see... Do you like playing cards?

- Playing cards? - Yes.

Why do you ask?

It's not important. Sorry. Pretend I didn't say anything.

You ask some strange questions.

Yes, I realised that when I said it.

- You must think that... - I might think you're a cop.

But a cop wouldn't go around asking that kind of question.

Besides, if you were a cop, you'd be retired.

Yes, I should say so.

- Yes. - Why did you ask if I play cards?

Well, you see...

I was given an address, but there was no one there.

I was told...

I was told that here...

On Fridays. You'll only find people there on Fridays.

- Shit, they didn't say that! - Do you know anything about the game?

They're serious. You need a lot of money to get in.

Yes, I know. I have enough.

Fine.

So...

I'll see you on Friday, eh? Thanks.

Listen, hey... Don't leave so soon.

Don't leave, man. Since you're here, I'll buy you another drink.

Thanks a lot.

I'm sorry, but we have to close.

Yes, I'm... I'm off, it's getting late.

Where do you think you're going? You're wasted.

Look who's talking. You're the same.

Shit, you're right.

On Friday I'll go to the game to see how you play.

You'll lose your money to me.

- Remember, it's 5,000 euros to get in. - Yes, I know.

- And do you have that on you? - Shit! Of course I do!

Fucking hell...

Do you want to know a secret? My secret?

Yes, tell me.

But it's a secret. You can't tell anyone.

I won't breath a word.

Guess how I know

if someone has a good hand.

How?

How? Swear you won't tell anyone. It's a secret.

No, I won't tell anyone. I swear.

Well, when someone takes the cards off the table,

first you have to notice if they're right or left-handed.

- Right or left-handed. - Look, I'll show you.

- Are you right or left-handed? - Right.

Give me your hand. Put it here. Now... that's how I know...

when a right-handed man wants to fool me.

Listen to me, you bastard. Hands off Wendy, you hear?

Don't lay another finger on her. Ever! You hear? Ever!

- Say yes. - Yes.

- Say yes! - Yes! Yes!

I talked to Carmen about Sant Feliu. I think she got the message.

She said she's going to meet the Mayor tomorrow.

Let's see if she does. It's in her interest.

She'll sort it out, you'll see.

- I'm going to Paris with Damià. - You're leaving again, Joana?

We're preparing the exhibition.

- If you like, I'll postpone it. - No, not at all. You must go...

- We have a proposal for the lists. - And?

- So you're in 6th place. Correct? - Yes, correct.

What I don't like is that Viciana is 4th. Ahead of you.

I don't like it either.

And only two women in the top 10. What century are we in?

- Who do you want? - Anyone.

Fíguls, who's in 13th place.

You can't have only 20% of women in the top 10. That's bad enough.

But Viciana ahead of you after what he did at the last congress?

- It's like saying he was right. - He's got very friendly with Querol.

Because he's a bumpkin, like him.

It's humiliating that he's ahead of you.

And we're too old to stand for humiliation.

We never have before. Don't let it happen now.

He was tall, stocky, about 60-70, with a big nose.

He said: "Don't lay a finger on her, keep your hands off Wendy."

- Tell me who the fuck he is. - A beard?

- Yes, a sodding beard. - I don't know.

That bastard nailed my hand to the bar.

I'll skin him alive. You know who he is, or who sent him.

- I don't know, I swear. - I'm not in the mood for this, Wendy.

- I swear I don't know... - Tell me and save us from this...

- No, I swear I don't... - Shit! Tell me!

Shit, tell me who he is!

Fucking tell me!

Tell me who he is! Tell me! Fucking tell me!

Tell me, Wendy!

Shit!

Fucking bitch, you fucking bitch...

Fucking bitch!

No, I can't. More women is one thing, but I'm not moving Viciana down.

Put him at 7 and move Dolors up.

Martí, you're asking me for a personal favour.

I was in the congress too. No one will interpret this the way you think.

You've no idea of what I had to do.

I have to think about the Party, not individuals.

- What do you think I'm doing? - It's very hard to tell with you.

I'll tell you: You're right about it being personal.

But it's not a question of it being me or him.

Look, when you spend half your life risking your neck for the Party,

whoever you are,

when you even risk your freedom for the success of the project,

and someone comes along and questions it, like Viciana did,

unless things are put right, who would want to follow my example?

- I know, Martí... - And what I do has to be done,

as you well know.

Someone has to do it, and whoever does it needs to know the Party is behind him.

That no trap is being prepared for him.

Not only because they're scared he knows too much...

and if they betray him he could expose it all. No, not for that.

He has to be sure

because there's something that is bigger than you, me or him,

which is our project for this country.

And if someone, whoever it is, has risked it all to keep that alive,

it's wrong to reward someone who scorns it.

Do you understand me, Querol?

- I've solved it. - What's that?

A captive bolt pistol. I've tested it. The orifice is spot on.

They work with metal cartridges or compressed air,

and form the same hole.

A metal bolt shoots out, then returns to its position.

That's why there was only a hole. It doesn't leave anything behind.

Show me.

The idea is for the animal to lose consciousness.

The brochure says it knocks them out,

then they cut their throats and they bleed to death.

- So that means... - That if they did that,

it's likely that when the boy's body was left in the cave, he wasn't dead.

- We have to show Sara. - Yes.

Just thinking about it turns my stomach.

The thing is, I don't know if I should tell the father.

What would we gain by telling him?

I wouldn't tell him. Besides, for the police the case is closed.

For the police, yes.

This counsellor is a young man who's on the list

because he's well known around here, he puts on parties for the kids.

I wasn't expecting this to happen.

But you have enough votes to approve the reassessment.

Yes, but I don't want him sniffing around this business.

If he gets wind, the shit could hit the fan.

- Sometimes it's worth taking a risk. - I prefer not to be swayed by money.

I'm sorry, but we'll have to wait, at least for a while.

How long?

I'll find a way to get him out at the next elections. Not now.

- I don't think we can wait that long. - There's no other way.

That's how it is.

I'm sorry.

Yes?

What did you say?

It isn't certain yet. But it's not looking good.

- You should be here. - I can't right now. I'm out of town.

I said I can't right now... I can't.

I will. Bye.

- Problems? - No, nothing serious.

Well, if there's nothing to be done, there's nothing to be done.

Things don't always work out as we want them to.

Exactly.

By the way, do you know where I could get a room for the night?

It's very late and I don't like driving at night.

There's a small hotel next door that our visitors use.

I'll call and book you a room.

- Oh, thank you. - Not at all.

I'm a bit nervous about driving. Well, about driving, and everything else.

Just the thought of having to find somewhere to have dinner...

I don't like eating alone.

Hello, I'm Benet. Is Wendy free tonight, at around 10pm?

What's happened to her?

I understand. Thank you.

I've always wondered why married men get off with other women.

- Aren't you married? - If I were I wouldn't be with you.

Right.

Do you love your wife?

- Why do you ask that now? - No reason, just wondering.

Of course I love her, but this is different.

- It's happened and that's that? - That's that. It isn't important.

Look, we're both adults. We know what we're doing.

Would your wife feel the same way?

That it's OK because we're adults, and we know what we're doing?

I don't like where this conversation is going.

And I don't like people who don't honour agreements, it's disloyal.

I beg your pardon?

But of course, if she doesn't know, then it won't matter.

It'd only be a problem if she finds out.

- If not, everyone's happy. - What exactly are you saying?

Don't worry. She'll never know, if you do what you have to do.

You bitch!

What is it, Pilar?

Why have they sedated him?

I'm on my way.

Where the hell have you been?

I've called a thousand times!

All afternoon he asked for you.

He wanted to talk to you. You, not me.

Where the fuck were you?

How is he?

He's dead, Carmen.

He's dead.

No...

And you weren't here...

Hello, it's the coach.

We need to talk.

I know, but this is important.

Don't say any more. Calm down. Do nothing, and it'll blow over.

And don't ever call me here again.

Shit!

Damià...

It's me.

I need to talk to someone.

My father...

has died.

Will you call me?

I love you.

Who was it?

No one.

Shit! Fucking hell...

"Evil begets evil..."

What the fuck...?

"...without knowing from whence it cometh."

The Bible says so.

Hello, it's me...

I'm...

My father has died.

Today.

I'm alone, and...

Aitor?

Yes?

We still don't have reliable information about

the number and identity of the victims.

When Sara called me from the train, a baby was crying.

A good player must be strong,

able to withstand anything,

to tolerate pain...

Could you do it, Piranha?

Will you be able to tolerate the pain?