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

What will we do about Joana?

She's arranged an exhibition for me in Paris.

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

Shit!

Tell me who he is! Who is he?

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

You should be here. It's not looking good.

- How is he? - He's dead, Carmen.

Shit, Víctor. Please, let me help you!

Go back to your mother.

- Who is he? - The gym teacher.

- It's the coach. - Don't ever call me here again.

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

A captive bolt pistol for cattle. The orifice is spot on.

"Evil begets evil..."

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

FRIDAY 5PM

Wait, wait a minute... Stop a minute, just a minute...

It's just... Fàtima, I'm expecting a call.

And I've been waiting for this moment all week, love.

Come on...

Shit. Have it your way. It's always the same.

- It's yours. - Shit! I'm on call.

- Sara asked me to cover for her. - Sweet...

I got away so we could be together.

I couldn't say no.

Aitor?

Yes?

All right. I'm on my way.

It's not enough to be good before we die,

we must leave behind a better world.

This phrase stuck with me and I try to apply it to my photography.

How's the new director?

The accident happened early in the afternoon...

Yes, I'm watching it now.

...between Can Parellada and Masquefa, in the Anoia region,

where numerous ambulances have been sent

as well as several fire engines that, according to our reporter...

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

...in order to rescue those who were trapped as a result of the derailment.

The minister is on his way to the scene

to take charge of the situation.

We have initiated the emergency protocols

and we're already transferring the injured to different hospitals.

We still don't have reliable information

about the number and identity of the victims.

What is clear is that, unfortunately,

we're dealing with a very serious accident.

- That's all I can say. Thank you. - One more question, please.

Hello, this is Sara Grau. I can't take your call.

- Leave me a message. Thanks. - Where are you?

You're meant to be on call, Sara! I hope you're on your way here.

Has anyone heard from Sara? She's not picking up.

Eva, Fàtima, Carles and all available forensics

go to the scene of the accident. Pol and Lorena, you stay here, OK?

I want everything on standby. Any questions?

Let's get to work.

- Aitor, Sara's not on call. - What do you mean?

She asked me to cover her shift.

- Great. Did she say where she was? - Near Masquefa, she said.

- She was calling from a train. - Are you sure about that?

NIGHT AND DAY

CATASTROPHE

THURSDAY 33 HOURS BEFORE THE ACCIDENT

VÍCTOR: CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU CAN

- I'm going to be late. - Coffee?

Thanks.

- Your phone went off earlier. - Ah, yes, I can see.

- Everything OK? - Why?

Just asking.

- Do you have a busy day? - Same as you, I guess. Don't we all?

Is something the matter?

No, it's nothing, just...

We never have time for anything. It's been an age since...

- When did we last see a film? - Why don't we go tonight?

- Shall we? - Yes.

Then dinner, like we used to? Then we can talk a bit.

I'm off. I can't finish the coffee, but it was great. Thank you!

I've spoken to a friend in the Traffic division.

Back in 1992, the basketball coach had a Mercedes.

- Guess what colour. - Dark green.

That's a lot of car for a gym teacher.

I've asked for Vila's traffic fines history.

- Why? - If there's a fine,

there could be a photo showing the stickers.

There weren't so many radars around back then,

but we may be in luck.

Besides, there's also the helmet.

What helmet?

The caving helmet I saw in Vila's house.

- So why are we wasting time here? - All this isn't concrete proof yet.

We don't do anything until we're completely certain

- that it was Vila who took Kevin. - But of course it was, it's obvious.

I showed a photo of Vila to the guy in the petrol station

and he couldn't confirm he was the man with Kevin.

- Let's talk to Vila and make him... - No. Stay away from him.

We don't want him to know that we're onto him.

Understood?

The man you spoke to, Piranha, did he also play basketball with your son?

- Yes, he did. - I'll check that out.

Didn't you give your badge back when you retired?

They give us a replica of the one we had.

It's fake, but it does the job.

- I'm Jordi Solà, club president. - Good morning.

I just wanted to see the child membership records for 1992.

We don't normally allow that.

We'd appreciate your cooperation.

Kevin.

BASKETBALL CLUB

Garriga, Àlex.

Membership ended: 6th February 1992.

It was a good turnout for the funeral, wasn't it?

Half the neighbourhood,

and lots of work mates.

Everyone loved Dad.

Do you remember when Mum died? The church was full then too.

And Dad... hated priests,

but what he said was lovely.

- And that poem by... - By Miguel Hernández.

"I want no other light than your golden shadow".

I cried my eyes out.

They were always arguing, but in the end Mum died,

and he's lasted no time.

By the way, I'd forgotten.

I had a visit from...

his friend...

Torremocha.

The Union are holding a tribute for him.

He asked if we'd go and I said yes. It's tomorrow.

- At the Union office? - At 6pm.

- You'll come, won't you? - Of course. I'll sort something out.

What shall we do with the flat?

I don't know. What do you want to do?

I don't know. Let it out, maybe. We'd get 600 a month, easily.

- I'm not sure... - If not, we can sell it.

- Look. - What?

8,712 euros.

50 years working like a dog

and in the end you don't have enough for your funeral.

Dad had no money, but he was rich in his own way.

Hey...

Hey.

I let him down.

- Don't say that. - I did.

Last time I saw him it ended in a row.

You were the apple of his eye. That's why he was hard on you.

He threw the watch I bought him back at me.

He rowed a lot with Mum too. And he loved her to bits.

But I wasn't at his side when he died.

He wasn't conscious. Even if you'd got there...

So what? I wasn't there. I'll never forgive myself for that.

Come on, love...

You were there. As always.

You're just so busy with work, that's all it is.

- You have it. - What?

The flat. Let it out, or sell it. Do as you like.

- Yes, Pilar. - No way.

I'm doing fine. Let me help you.

Do that for me, please.

Fine. I'll keep it all and you get nothing. Do you think that's OK?

His watch. Nothing else.

I'm sorry, but you've caught me at a bad time.

I've already told Kevin's father what I can remember, so...

Just one question. Why did you leave the team?

Your record card says you left in February, mid-season.

- Why? - I had an injury.

My ankle. A third degree sprain.

But that's just a case of 3 or 4 weeks, at most.

Why didn't you go back to the team?

Look, I don't know what you want me to say, but I've got work to do.

Yesterday I met your old coach, Òscar Vila.

Do you remember him?

Look, I'm sorry about what happened to Kevin.

But I have no interest in talking about this.

I only want to know why you left the team.

Was it because of him, Àlex?

Because of the coach?

This afternoon?

OK, that's perfect.

I'll see you there, Fidel. Thanks.

"Rashomon". Kurosawa, at the Filmo.

And later, if you like, we'll go Japanese. I know a great place.

- Perfect. Shall we meet there? - Yes, that'll work.

I've got loads of reports to write and I don't know where to start.

- What are you doing now? - Going home, I'm shattered.

Well off you go, since you can.

Whoever arrives first gets the tickets.

- OK. - OK.

Down there, take it down there.

The eighth one. Not there. Right at the end.

Pol. Over there, with Carles.

How did it go?

- Horrendous. - Did you get hold of her?

I've been calling hospitals, but she isn't on the injured lists.

- Maybe she wasn't on the train. - Then why isn't she picking up?

Fàtima, Eva, over here, please.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

It was after the Christmas holidays,

after a training session.

Kevin and the others left...

but he got me to stay behind.

- Who? - The coach.

He shut me in the changing room and said I could be a key player,

but I was overweight and...

lacking in character.

He said he could help me

and he suggested I do...

a residential course, a "stage" as he called it.

A weekend in a farmhouse with other boys.

I told my parents, and of course they were delighted.

But...

we got to the farmhouse and there was no one there.

I asked where the other boys were.

He said they'd come later.

I found it strange, him and me alone in that place.

But he was very kind.

He cooked me dinner. We watched TV.

While he was eating, he kept looking out of the window.

As if he were expecting someone.

The other boys, as I thought.

Then I felt tired, and I suppose I fell asleep.

From there, all I remember is... is very confusing.

A car arrived, but there were no...

There were no boys. There were three men.

And Òscar Vila?

The bastard said I had to pass a test.

A test of character.

"You lack character," he said.

"A good player has to be strong.

"He must be able to withstand anything, to tolerate pain.

"Can you do it, Piranha?

Will you be able to tolerate pain like a man?"

He left me with those men, and he went.

- He left you with the three men? - Yes, but only two went downstairs.

I didn't see the third man again.

They took me down to a basement.

- Do you remember who those men were? - No, I never saw their faces.

They were wearing masks.

The next day,

the bastard coach congratulated me.

And he gave me...

an Olympics T-shirt.

When we got home, I was...

I was hurting all over...

and crying.

They told me to say nothing to anyone because they wouldn't believe me,

and that, if I did, I'd be off the team and thrown out of school.

My friends wouldn't speak to me

and my father, of course... what would he think of me?

I was a child and...

I was afraid.

And I buried it all. In here.

And the farm, do you remember where it was?

Yes, it was in the mountains. Near Masquefa, I'm sure.

- Were there pigs? - Yes, Vila showed them to me.

And do you remember if they killed the pigs there, on the farm?

I don't know. I have no idea. Why?

- Yes, why does that matter? - It doesn't matter.

Àlex,

many years have passed and you're no longer that frightened boy.

You could report what happened.

But what good would that do now?

Àlex, if not for yourself, do it for Kevin.

No one can help Kevin now.

But people should know about it...

No. I can't. I... I can't. No.

I don't want to go back over all that.

I don't want to go over the past. Don't you see?

I have a son.

What I've told you can't go beyond this room.

- If it does, I'll deny everything. - Àlex...

No.

I'm sorry.

The police officer took a photo of it?

- And of Kevin's too. - Who?

- Kevin Álvarez. The boy who... - Ah, yes.

How strange.

Then he asked me why the fat kid had left the club,

- and if you'd had any trouble. - Trouble? What trouble?

Complaints from the parents, that kind of thing.

- And what did you tell him? - The truth.

That I had no idea, that I wasn't in the club in 1992.

- We have to call on the coach. - No. Not without more proof.

More proof? Do you want another boy to end up in a cave? Is that it?

That bastard Vila...

It looks like Vila was doing someone else's dirty work.

- We need to know whose. - He's right, Víctor.

- Fine. So what the hell do we do? - I'll investigate Vila.

You two, find a pig farm from back then,

not far from the cave and the petrol station.

There can't be many, can there?

I'll make a few calls... I'll let you know.

Very well.

- I have to go too. - OK. Shall we say tomorrow afternoon?

- Tomorrow? Why? - To look for the farmhouse.

Tomorrow I'm on call and I have to be contactable for 24 hours.

- So try to be contactable. - Sorry.

Shit, the cinema!

Aitor.

- Where are you? The film has started. - I'm on my way.

What do you mean? Have you left home yet?

- I didn't go home in the end. - Ah, so you didn't go home. Fine.

Didn't you say you wanted to rest?

Look, Aitor. I won't get there for the film.

Why don't we meet for dinner and I'll tell you all about it?

Do you know what? I'm not in the mood now.

See you tomorrow.

FRIDAY 6 HOURS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Yes, in number 54, down there.

- Zone 1. - 43.

- 43? Yes? - Yes.

- Yes. - All right.

Dausà called.

The Sant Feliu deal is going ahead. Congratulations.

- What's this? - A small gratuity.

Thank you.

- I'm sorry about your father. - It all happened so fast.

Thank you for the flowers.

Carmen, in the short time you've been with us,

- you've shown that we can trust you. - I try and do my job well.

You're privy to matters that

some may interpret as being dubious from a strictly legal viewpoint.

To my knowledge, we've always acted within the law.

Yes, but what I'm about to ask you now is a more delicate matter.

You need to meet someone and hand them a package.

- It's money we need to regularise. - No problem.

It'll be in the lobby of a hotel today at 6pm.

- At 6pm? - Do you have a prior engagement?

There's a tribute to my father. His friends from a club he belonged to.

Oh, dear.

Yes, I'm sorry about that, they're his friends and...

Carmen, it doesn't matter, you don't have to explain. Don't worry about it.

I'll send someone else.

If you'll excuse me...

Mr Miró, come to think of it, the tribute will just be a get-together,

there'll be something more official later. I'll go to that.

Very well.

Yes, I know, but now I can't make it.

Pilar!

If you stop shouting, I'll explain.

- I thought it was odd... - Odd?

"Of course, I'll sort something out." You've got a nerve, Carmen!

- Something has cropped up. - Something always crops up.

- You don't understand, it's important. - All right, whatever you say.

I have to be somewhere at 6pm, it's non-negotiable.

It's in the Trending Barcelona hotel, which is next to the Union.

- If I finish in time, I'll rush over. - Like you're going to finish early...

It won't take long. All I have to do is take some money. All right?

My boss has told me to do it, I can't cancel it. I'm sorry.

Trending Barcelona Hotel. At 6pm.

- We don't have much time. - Yes, but we have a team on standby?

- Aren't you talking to me? - I'm not in the mood.

Aitor, come to dinner at my place. And then...

- I have to work at home tonight. - It's Friday, Aitor.

I left it unfinished last night so I could see the film.

Yesterday, Víctor, Fidel and I spoke to...

- I don't need explanations. - But I want to explain.

- Fine. Do you want to talk? - Yes.

- Great. Let's go and have lunch. - I can't.

Why? Other plans?

- With whom? The usual suspects? - Come on, Aitor, please.

Piss off, Sara.

- Sara. - Yes?

Are you OK?

Yes, fine.

Look, this is a gift from Fidel.

The pig farms back in 1992

within a 25 km radius of the cave.

- Shall we go? - Let's go.

Stupid bloody computer...

I need change, boss.

Do you know how to find things on the internet?

You mean porn?

No, I don't mean porn! I want to know if someone's a caver.

- Simple. - Come on then.

Ah... a free game.

- Five. - Five?

- Don't push your luck. - Four?

Three.

Go on.

- What's this bloke's name? - Vila. Òscar Vila Garcia.

Now we type in "caver"

and "Òscar Vila Garcia".

Is that it?

Here.

Three.

30 MINUTES BEFORE THE ACCIDENT

- I'll ask in the bar? - I'll ask the manager.

Perfect.

- Oh, sorry. - Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm looking for this address

and the satnav has sent me up a one-way street.

I don't know it, sorry. I haven't been here long.

It's an old pig farm.

Tato may know. He works in the slaughterhouse.

- Tato? - He's just left.

If you hurry, you might catch him. He's on crutches.

That's great, thank you.

- Víctor! - Yes.

Quick.

Mr Tato?

No one calls me Mr Tato. What do you want?

Forgive me. We were told you may be able to help us.

We're looking for a pig farm called Can Boira, we can't find the address.

- Oh, of course. - Could you tell us where it is?

It's hard to get to if you don't know the area.

Right, but we have to get there, it's very important.

- See here... - Just a moment.

Let's see...

Ah yes, it's here.

You have to take the track here.

- The track? - The forest track.

They cut off the track to build the station.

That's why the farm has been empty for years.

That's great. Thank you very much.

What do we do now? The car is parked at the station.

We get off at the next stop, and catch the train back.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Fàtima?

Hello. I need to ask you a favour.

I'm on call and...

No... Can you hear me?

Yes.

No, I'm on a train...

Yes, I need you to cover for me a couple of hours.

No, I'm near Masquefa, and I'm going to be a while.

Yes. Could you do that for me?

No... Yes, I can hear you.

Great, will you tell the shift manager?

Perfect. That's perfect.

Fàtima...

Thank you. I owe you one.

Thanks. Bye.

Sorry.

- Hello. What can I get you? - An orange juice, please.

- A juice? Sure. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Carmen?

- Hans Müller. - Hello.

He said Hans Müller.

Search for Hans Müller. We have car make and number plate.

It'll be deposited the day after tomorrow.

Within 2 or 3 days, we'll do a legal transfer

from a Swiss account for the same amount.

Minus our commission, of course.

When the operation is complete, send me a Whatsapp with 3 dots.

Very well.

Follow him and stop him as soon as you can. Make it a routine check.

7 HOURS AFTER THE ACCIDENT

Hello, this is Sara Grau. I can't take your call. Leave me a message. Thanks.

Hey, Sara... Sara, pick up the phone, please.

I haven't heard from you for hours. Hours. Where are you?

Darling, I'm afraid, very afraid...

Please, call me.

Call if you're OK, all right? Call me.

It's a baby.

Oh shit, no...

- I'll take care of it. - No. It's just that earlier...

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

There was a baby in her carriage.

Very well. Now the next one.

Silence everyone!

Silence.

I said silence! Bloody hell!

Leave it, leave it...

I'll do it.

Shit...

Fucking hell!

Sara!

Let's call the emergency services.

My phone is dead. You call.

Give me that.

- I can't find my phone. - Check in your bag.

Wait.

No. I had it in my pocket when I got on the train.

I remember clearly.

The bitch...

The bitch!

- That woman! - What woman?

That woman who bumped into me. She stole my phone. Fucking hell!

Sara, here.

Bloody hell.

- Is it fixed? - We'll soon find out.

Hooray! You great little car! Well done!

Let's go. We'll come back tomorrow. We'll never find it in the dark.

Come on. Let's go.

For fuck's sake.

Less our commission, of course.

When the operation is complete, send me a Whatsapp with 3 dots.

Hans Müller. Dual Swiss and Spanish nationality.

We've deduced that Carmen's given him money to take to Switzerland.

There the money's paid into a private account

and, in exchange for a commission, they make a legal transfer

- to one of their client's companies. - The money won't get to Switzerland.

No. We've set up a fake drug search.

And by coincidence, we've confiscated? 450,000 in? 500 notes.

He's been arrested.

To summarise: We have the recordings, the photos and the money.

We have everything. Enough to arrest her if we want to.

I don't get it...

I don't get it. Her mobile was on the train, so she must have been.

If she isn't here, she must be injured at another hospital.

- We've already called them all... - We'll call them again.

Dad.

Carmen?

Sònia! What are you doing here?

I see you've moved. It's nicer here.

Yes, but maybe a bit beyond your means, don't you think?

- 240 square metres for one person... - How do you know?

That's not all we know.

Solaris, Hans Müller, Martínez-Ferri...

- Why don't you offer us a coffee? - Or we could chat at the station?

I told you that sooner or later the baddies always get caught.

Do you remember?

Well, guess what? We have a pile of shit against you.

- Phone conversations, photos... - As well as a nice financial report.

That's a new car you're driving, isn't it?

Is it a crime to change car?

Did you buy it? Can you show us the receipt?

- It's a company car. - Yes, we know.

A company belonging to Mr Dausà. Ring any bells?

He has an important project in Sant Feliu.

- But you don't work for his company. - And then there's this flat.

It's gorgeous. I love it. Congratulations.

But I couldn't afford this, could I, Sònia?

It's beyond the reach of most people.

Sometimes I'm paid in kind. I have a good salary, with incentives.

- You have a big problem. - Hold on, I'm a lawyer, and that...

Precisely because you're a lawyer,

you'll realise the seriousness of the situation.

- It's looking dodgy for her, Sònia. - Very dodgy indeed.

I'll spell it out so you'll understand.

If I make a call, Judge Comas will summon you.

She'll ask you about Hans Müller, the money,

and how it is that an inexperienced lawyer can be administrator of...

- How many companies was it? - Seven, starting with Solaris.

She'll want to know what business you do every week for Martí Miró.

Maybe she's his front woman, right, Sònia?

Probably. She may come off badly.

- Unless... - Unless you cooperate with the law.

What does cooperate mean?

You'll pass us information on the network of companies

and provide us with all the documents we ask for.

Account numbers, movement of capital...

- No, but I... - If you don't cooperate with us,

the Judge will charge you with corruption, money laundering,

influence peddling and whatever else we can throw at you.

You'll end up in prison. As a lawyer, you know this.

Carmen, it's very easy.

Help us and we'll help you.

The village can't be far away. We get there, take a taxi, done.

Yes... it looks to me like we're lost.

And they'll find us frozen tomorrow.

- Shall we rest a minute? - Yes.

Just as well there's moonlight.

I didn't know you smoked.

Only when I'm lost.

It was my last one.

If Marina saw me smoking, she'd castrate me.

I haven't seen her for days. Has she given up boxing?

She's left me.

Or I've left her, I'm not sure which.

Why?

I suppose I'm not easy to live with.

Right.

Shall we go?

Yes.

Yes, I know it's the third time you've checked.

That's all well and good.

Could you please check if any more injured have arrived?

Thank you. Is that so hard?

Thank you. OK?

Thank you.

Hey, love, what are you doing here? Go home.

- No, I'm staying here with you. - Are you sure?

Yes. Look at the state you're in.

Come here.

"Piss off!"

That's the last thing I said to her.

Víctor.

Not this way.

Here goes.

Bloody hell...

Víctor, could you pass me the lighter?

Yes.

- Here. - Thanks.

Sara, look at this.

It's from an 8mm video tape.

Maybe they filmed what they did here. If they did anything.

Look.

T-shirts with the Olympic logo. Children's size.

There are loads of them.

I told you he was asking too many questions. He suspects something.

You have to get him off my back.

You know how to do it. It wouldn't be the first time.

Calm down. He has nothing on you.

If the cop keeps following the trail, he'll find things out, ugly things,

and it won't only affect me, I can assure you.

There are important people on those recordings.

They could also come off badly.

Look, I'm caught mid-crisis, with the accident,

do nothing, and I'll sort it out, don't worry.

Do as you wish, but stop him.

We should come back in daylight, we may find something else, right?

How can anyone do that?

Official figures have been released following the train accident...

Could you turn up the volume, please?

According to reports from the Home Office, 32 dead and 78 injured,

some in a critical condition. This is the provisional outcome

of the accident that occurred early this afternoon

between Can Parellada and Masquefa stations.

Sorry. Take me to City of Justice, please. It's very urgent.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for not being contactable.

Forgive me, but you have no idea what happened to me.

What's wrong?

Do you have any idea what you've put us through, Sara?

- We thought you were on the train. - I'm sorry... What else can I say?

We had a lead about Kevin's kidnappers.

Kevin? We have 30 bodies in here. 30 bodies!

- I'll start straight away. - Don't bother. Thanks.

Shit... shit!

Are you out of your mind, Sara? It's like you're not you any more!

You spend the day with that bloke. It's as if there's no one else...

- What are you...? - What? Spit it out.

I'd love to know who you're interested in...

the son or the bloody father!

Who are you to speak to me like that?

- Don't come over all offended. - Aitor, please, I'm with you.

Yes, and you were with Lluís and you cheated on him enough.

- I'm going to work. - There's no need. Go home.

- I'm going to work. - I said to go home.

That's a fucking order, OK? Am I the director, yes or no?

An idiot is what you are.

- Sara! Sara, listen to me. - No.

- Keep the change. Thanks. - Great. Thank you.

Sara?

I'd just had dinner with friends and I spotted you. How are you?

What's wrong?

Hey...

Every time you look at me it's an accusation.

- How should I look at you? - Normally.

Withdrawal symptoms are very hard, that's what friends are for.

- I'm pathologically jealous. - You're the psychiatrist.

Have you ever lived with someone in that way...?

There are some things that shouldn't be spoken.

See how I shouldn't have told you?

On the contrary. You have to tell.

- Where are you taking me? - You'll see.

- Lluís. - What?

Don't frighten me.

You wanted sincerity, didn't you?