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[ Wind whistling ]
[ Bird chirping ]
[ Cape rustling ]
[ Echoing ] Hey!
[ Video camera whirring ]
[ Grunts ]
Bravo, Rafa.
Bravo! Bravo!
[ Applause echoing ]
[ Mid-tempo music plays ]
[ Man screaming ]
[ Sobs ]
[ Muffled screaming ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Fear's inevitable.
-Inevitable? -Yeah.
I fight the bull.
You fight the murderer with a gun.
It's what we do.
I keep it here, where the bull can't see.
You don't ignore it?
Well, do you?
What have I missed?
I was just telling Rafa how much you love him.
Oh, and I do.
Because our nephew is so *** cute.
I just wish he'd get a nice, steady job in an office.
To the next famous Falcón.
[ Music continues ]
Another one?
No, no, no, no. Nothing for me. I have to go.
Are you still working, little brother?
-Still working. -Papa would be proud.
I'll see you both on the weekend.
[ Music continues ]
[ Muffled screaming ]
[ Man moans, screaming stops ]
[ Horn blares ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
[ Cat meows ]
[ Siren wailing, horn honks ]
Good morning.
I've got something really *** weird for you.
Weird ugly?
Well, let's just say it's a first.
His name is Carlos Jimenez.
-Restaurateur? -Yes.
The maid found him at 7:30 this morning.
She let herself in, and there he was, in all his gory.
FALCÓN: Does the maid have a key?
-RAMIREZ: Yes. -Did she use it?
-Was the door unlocked? -I'll ask.
She's in the hospital, under sedation.
-I'll find out. -Are the cameras working?
RAMIREZ: The cameras in reception are working.
The ones covering the garage have been broken, vandalized.
-When? -Concierge said two days ago.
But with it being Holy Week, they haven't been fixed.
Seal off the garage entrance to the building.
Next of kin?
Señora Consuelo Jimenez. Wife.
Much younger than her husband and now a very rich widow.
She's been staying at the Colonial Hotel.
Took the kids to school this morning.
Two young boys aged 6 and 8.
But as yet, we haven't been able to locate her.
[ Police radio chatter ]
FALCÓN: Judge Calderón.
-Falcón. -Have you been inside?
I was waiting for my experts.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Boxes. Are they moving in or out?
Out -- to somewhere even more expensive.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
His eyelids have been removed, top and lower.
Skillfully?
I'm not sure it requires skill.
Just a sharp blade, a steady hand.
RAMIREZ: Why cut off his eyelids?
CALDERÓN: Because he's a sick ***.
So he couldn't close them?
So he couldn't hide?
So he had to look, see.
You think the killer made him watch a DVD?
No. I think he made him watch a film projected onto the wall.
A film of what?
No idea. Something upsetting?
Chloroform.
Analyze for type, then identify all suppliers and recent sales.
Let's hope it was bought in Seville.
A mistake, leaving it behind?
Evidence?
A surprise.
My father in Tangier as a young man.
The hero of Seville.
RAMIREZ: [ Knocks on door ] Chief?
Chief, look what just arrived. No stamp. Left in the post.
Any message?
A card. "Sight lesson number two."
It was marked for your attention.
Two? What happened to number one?
Playing games or he's *** at maths.
Super 8.
Processing this type of film isn't easy.
I'm on it already.
[ Film projector clicking ]
She has a lover.
Dad's into hookers.
Is this the film the killer made him watch?
I don't know yet.
This is recent.
Boxes. Packing cases.
The boxes are in exactly the same positions.
Jesus. This is last night.
He's there. The killer was already inside the apartment.
CALDERÓN: How did he gain access?
The girl?
FALCÓN: She's looking at the camera.
She knows she's being filmed.
This girl, she's either a witness or an accomplice.
We need to find her.
Firstly, Señora Jimenez,
may I say how sorry I am for your loss.
I understand you're aware of the circumstances
surrounding your husband's death.
Yes.
Call him Carlos.
How well did you know Carlos?
How close were you?
Are you married?
That's unimportant.
It's relevant.
I was married.
You're separated. How long?
Six months.
You're counting?
It's a fact.
And how well did you know her? Or her you?
Señora Jimenez, my failed marriage has nothing to do --
You are about to investigate and uncover
everything about my life, about my husband's life,
from our business affairs to his sordid little secrets.
His prostitutes. His ***.
Not forgetting number 17 Calle Río de la Plata.
My point exactly.
You know I have a lover. An hour ago he was a secret.
What's his name?
His name is Basilio Sánchez.
He is a chef at my restaurant.
And last night he was with me at the hotel.
Until what time?
Until just before I woke the children this morning, at 6:30.
Did she meet someone else -- your wife?
No, she did not.
That must be hard --
that she would rather be alone than with you.
Perhaps it was the other way around.
Was it?
My point being
that sometimes even husbands and wives are strangers.
I didn't know Carlos, and he didn't know me -- at all.
Carlos was married previously.
Are there any children?
Two.
Boy and a girl, who would now be in their mid- to late 40s.
The last I heard, the son was living in Madrid.
RAMIREZ: What happened to his first wife?
She died.
I had nothing to do with it.
The señora's business accounts and diaries --
You'll need to collect them sooner rather than later.
RAMIREZ: Yeah. You know that -- before she changes her mind.
FALCÓN: I'm meeting her at the apartment tomorrow
to make sure nothing's been stolen.
Ha. Just the two of you?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Where is she? -Top floor.
RAMIREZ: You sure it's the girl from the film?
FERRERA: I think so.
Her name is Eloisa Gómez.
One of the street girls in Alameda
told me where to find her.
[ Knocking on door ]
Eloisa?
Can you open the door, please?
Can you let us come in, please?
She isn't here. Eloisa isn't here.
I'm not Eloisa. I-I'm sorry.
Okay. That's no problem. We'll come back tomorrow.
Open the *** door!
FALCÓN: It's all right.
FERRERA: Ramirez!
[ Vehicles passing ]
Eloisa!
[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]
Falcón.
She's gone.
We lost her.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Ramón.
May I come in?
It's a year on,
and a simple matter of spending time in his environment
amongst his drawings, his sketches --
It's the closest thing to being with him again.
You know what my father asked me to do, Ramón, in his will?
He asked me to make a bonfire of everything in his studio.
No.
I'm supposed to pile it high and burn it.
Well, of course, the decision is yours.
If that's what he wanted...
Building the bonfire is the easy part.
What's difficult is ignoring the question "Why?"
Yes.
Hm.
He was very proud of you, Javier.
He said you were his greatest creation.
I miss him.
There was a photograph in your husband's study.
A picture of my father in Tangier.
Were he and your husband friends at all?
Carlos and Francisco Falcón? Doubt it.
Carlos had no interest in anything except business.
And the children.
He protected the children.
It's good of you to agree to do this so soon.
[ Air horn blares in distance ]
Leave us.
Have you seen this?
It's a photograph of you, but it isn't you.
I know what it is.
Who is she?
She is the person my husband wanted me to be.
She is his first wife.
When did you find out?
Not soon enough.
It's in the past.
But what I will say is that...
that woman, that relationship, dominated Carlos' life.
His smile, his good humor with guests...
it's all fake, all of it.
Carlos Jimenez hated his life.
Carlos Jimenez died a long time ago.
[ Vehicles passing, horns honking ]
[ Wind whistling ]
[ Laughter echoing ]
[ Cellphone beeps, rings ]
Hello?
It's Javier.
You changed your number.
I received the letter from your lawyer.
I just wanted to thank you.
About the house.
No need to thank me.
Two years of a bad marriage give me no claim
on what will always be your father's house.
Now at least we can end it -- officially.
Yeah.
Still walking the streets at night?
You really interested?
You need help.
I'll bear that in mind.
I'm -- I'm guessing a friendly dinner is out of the question.
I prefer my dinner companions to be warm-blooded.
Have a good day, Ines.
It really doesn't bother you, does it?
What?
That you have no heart.
WOMAN ON RADIO: The anniversary exhibition
of Seville's most celebrated artist, Francisco Falcón,
opens in Madrid today.
Here to discuss his work
is his art dealer and friend Ramón Salgado.
RAMÓN: Thank you.
Francisco is probably best known
for the nudes he painted of his wife.
For me he's the leading artist of his generation.
FALCÓN: How long have you worked here?
BASILIO: Two months.
I first applied for a job in her kitchen almost a year ago.
Didn't get it.
I asked why, when I was clearly the best candidate.
And she said it was because she was attracted to me.
So we became lovers.
And I wasn't complaining.
You've seen her. Huh?
She's a beautiful, strong woman.
How would you describe your relationship
with Señora Jimenez?
Sweaty.
It's sex.
Mmm.
Good sex.
[ Silverware clattering ]
He is a distraction.
The most important person in his life is himself.
Is that a warning?
Another fact.
And who's the most important person in your life?
Your wife still?
She would say me.
And she'd be right.
So you left her.
No.
Then you ignored her.
I have work to do.
Have a good evening.
I'm not the person that you think I am.
Your phone is switched off.
-Sorry. -I'm with my family.
Come in.
[ Music playing, birds chirping ]
WOMAN: Jose Luis, who is it?
It's my boss.
This is my wife, my wife's mother.
Ladies, good to meet you.
My sister-in-law.
Hello.
My children.
One, two, three.
Hello.
Canaries. Also female.
Would you like a beer?
I would. Thank you.
Mama, a nice glass.
Chief.
So, while you're in Madrid talking to the son,
what do you want me to do about Consuelo Jimenez?
FALCÓN: She has to be allowed to prepare for the funeral,
which we'll need to cover.
Here you are.
Thank you.
You'd rather question her yourself, right?
She isn't the sole focus of the investigation.
Well, she's at the heart of it. Only she wins.
The restaurants are a success because of her.
She -- She does everything, from washing the salad
to front of house, but they're all in his name.
And Carlos Jimenez was in the process of selling up.
Says who?
Says the lawyers of a Russian businessman
who was offering big money.
And Carlos was keen to sell
until she started throwing the crockery around.
But would a mother deprive her children of their father?
Would she sanction torture?
Carlos Jimenez was terrified of what was on that film.
That's what killed him.
The key is in the past. I'm sure of it.
The key is Eloisa Gómez.
FALCÓN: I think somebody wants you.
Hey. I can see you, yeah.
I'm a policeman. I see everything.
And this is police business.
Do you want to be a cop, too?
No.
[ Laughs ] Come here.
[ Grunts ]
Papa loves you.
-Mm-hmm. -Hmm?
She's having a good day today.
I'll leave you to enjoy it.
Eloisa?
I'm looking for Eloisa Gómez.
I'm here.
Have you seen her?
What about me?
I need to find her.
Please.
I like a man who says please.
I like a man who smells nice.
Eloisa Gómez.
I need to speak to her.
I'll let you kiss me.
It's important I find your friend.
If you know where she is, tell me.
Eloisa's in love.
She's -- She's gone.
Found herself a talker.
He's gonna give her the moon and stars.
I'm happy for her.
The moon and the stars.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Thank you.
CALDERÓN: You're welcome.
Ines.
Calderón.
Falcón.
Estéban, could you wait in the car please, darling?
-You sure? -Yes.
I hope you're not spying.
Walking. Working.
[ Door closes ]
How long -- you and the judge?
None of your business.
You suit each other.
Yes, we do.
He does things to me you could never even dream of.
[ Chuckles ]
Ines, I'm sure he's perfect.
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Cellphone beeping ]
RAFAEL: Hey, Uncle.
Rafa...have you been in the house tonight?
No. Is s-something wrong? You sound spooked.
No, no.
An open window.
I-I thought I might have missed you.
You sure there's nothing wrong?
No. I'm fine.
See you at the weekend.
[ Glass clatters ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Horns blaring ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
***!
Are you lost?
[ Click ]
Do you have a wallet? Or a phone?
Wallet. Phone. Everything.
*** off!
Don't let me see you again.
[ Echoing ] *** off!
How did you know?
How did you know?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Señor Jimenez, I'm very sorry for your loss.
Thank you for agreeing to meet me here today.
JOSE: I often come here to sit,
to remind myself of the beauty we're capable of producing.
You must be very proud.
My father thought these paintings to be
his moment of genius,
a moment he could never recapture.
Can we talk about your father?
And your mother.
My mother was just 14 when they met.
He was 22.
This was in Tangier?
Yes.
I was born in '67, my sister Marta two years later.
When my mother was pregnant with her third child,
my father had to leave Tangier.
-He had to leave? -Had to.
He was hiding -- or running.
Not from the authorities.
I don't know why exactly. I never found that out.
And your mother?
She had a baby boy.
She was fine.
And Arturo was fine -- the baby.
-My sister adored him, Arturo. -[ Video camera whirring ]
But we weren't allowed to leave the house.
The hiding continued?
Yes, all the way back to Spain, all across the south.
As soon as his instinct told him to move, we'd move.
After about five or six years of this,
he must have thought he was safe.
He was wrong.
So wrong.
They didn't kill my father, which might have been just.
They didn't *** or *** my mother or my sister.
They did the one thing
that they knew would tear my father's family apart.
They took Arturo.
They just took him.
We never heard from him or saw him again.
I don't understand.
Was he kidnapped?
Oh, no.
There were no demands.
No ransom was paid.
No negotiations.
My father didn't even go to the police.
Instead he made us swear never to mention Arturo again.
Ever.
Our brother was erased.
[ Video camera whirring ]
My mother did what she was told
for as long as she could take it.
She killed herself, but my father was to blame.
He knew he was to blame.
So Arturo could still be alive.
Yes.
Arturo is hopefully...
happy and alive somewhere.
How did you get on in Madrid?
Carlos Jimenez has a long-lost son, Arturo.
Oh, yeah? Do you think he'll attend the funeral?
Hopefully.
Oh. The, uh, Super 8 film was processed at Fotogénica Labs.
He gave his name as Jimenez.
No address. No description. Paid in cash.
FERRERA: Your glass of milk.
It was just that -- a glass of milk, with almond.
-Almond? -Mm-hmm. Ground almond.
The glass was clean.
Any idea what it was about?
None.
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
RAMIREZ: Stay sharp.
If we have cried much, it is because we have loved much.
And now, as a sign of love, let us pray.
Our brother Carlos...
Ramón.
Javier.
Did you know that in all his restaurants,
he had to have an original Francisco Falcón?
Of course, Carlos would never approach your father himself.
They had history.
What kind of history?
North African.
Morocco.
Your father, myself, and Carlos Jimenez,
we were pretty close.
Not quite the Musketeers, but close.
Is there anything else I should know about my father?
I found a set of paintings.
Dark, unlike anything my father has done before in his work.
Do you know of them?
A set?
Four.
Yeah. They're numbered.
Together they make a single painting.
He called it Pilar, after your mother.
No. That can't be right.
He did it shortly after she died.
Oh, so young.
A reflection of his grief, perhaps, his loss.
Javier, please...
don't have your bonfire just yet.
I need you to scoot to the other side.
WOMAN: I am so sorry.
CONSUELO: Te llamo.
I'll call you soon.
Señora? Señora, may I have a moment?
First of all, I am sorry for the intrusion.
-Big, ugly van -- Is that you? -Yes.
We've been taking photographs. I thought it necessary.
I thought it disrespectful, heartless.
You don't need my permission?
No.
But I will need your help to put names to faces.
I can't really say no, can I?
That would be suspicious.
That would be disappointing.
[ Engine turns over ]
[ Video camera whirring ]
[ Keys jingling ]
[ Cellphone rings ]
-Falcón. -MAN: Notice anything missing?
Who am I talking to?
Your story is my story.
We're the same.
[ Click, dial tone ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
RAMIREZ: Has the address of the phone trace been confirmed?
MAN: Confirmed. 15 Calle Alameda.
[ Siren wailing ]
-How do you know he's in there? -We don't.
What's here is his phone.
RAMIREZ: Small phone, big building.
FALCÓN: There'll be a sign.
We're here because he wants us to be.
FERRERA: A trap?
We ready?
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
[ Wings flapping ]
Up.
FERRERA: I can hear music.
It's coming from over there.
[ Mid-tempo music playing in distance ]
I know this.
My father listened to it.
[ Music continues ]
[ Hinges squeak ]
[ Music intensifies ]
[ Music ends ]
[ Record crackling ]
It's Eloisa.
Oh, for the love of God.
He's taken her eyes.
FALCÓN: Gloves, Cristina.
Cristina.
Another *** sight lesson.
Number three.
"Why do they have to die, those that love to love?"
"Because they have the gift of perfect sight."
Cristina, find out all you can about this place.
Sir, the paintings are...
Imitations of the Falcón nudes.
As is the position of the body.
[ Vehicles passing, horns honking ]
Any idea what it might mean?
Well, he's saying he killed her because she'd seen him.
It's ***.
Falcón?
Maybe.
Or maybe "perfect sight" is a reference
to Eloisa seeing the darker side of people, the secret side.
I think he chose to use her for that reason.
And the paintings?
A distraction aimed at me.
Yeah. Thought up by who, I wonder.
The *** of Carlos Jimenez is all about revenge -- the past.
-Arturo. -Yes.
Why now? Why like this?
We have to concentrate on Consuelo Jimenez.
She had everything to gain and nothing to lose
except a husband we know she hated.
So she hires a killer and she unleashes a madman.
Why not?
I have to say, I am more persuaded by the present.
You seem to have dismissed Consuelo Jimenez
without any real consideration.
She's a suspect until eliminated.
-That hasn't changed. -Then eliminate her.
The killer's an obsessive. The sight lessons are important.
He's trying to alter the way we see things,
and we have to do the same.
Implicate or eliminate her.
Very well.
Falcón.
Do you and I need to talk about...other matters?
No. I don't think that's necessary.
You're happy?
Perfectly.
Good.
Good.
Ramón.
Javier.
A long night?
Did you know?
He's painted her as a ***, Ramón.
Did you know?
I may have suspected.
Why? And he put this on display.
What kind of a sick joke is that?
He wasn't himself.
How can the man who created something as pure
as the Falcón nudes
take the same woman and produce *** like this?
Javier, your father was a passionate man, a complex man!
This isn't *** passion, Ramón!
It's hatred! Why?
I want you to tell me what you know.
He thought she was sleeping with another man.
Whether this is true or not, I don't know.
Francisco believed it to be true.
The orphanage was closed three years ago.
The building was no longer fit for purpose.
Staying there at the time, aged 15, was Eloisa Maria Gómez.
It was her home.
When we first found Eloisa, when she ran away...
Yeah?
...he was there in the apartment.
She ran to save him.
-How do you know? -She loved him.
But all I saw was the ***,
not the lost girl in love.
CONSUELO: These ones I know. Some of their names escape me.
These ones -- no idea.
No one looks like they could be Carlos' long-lost son.
Maybe Arturo looks like his mother.
More coffee?
Were you never curious about what happened to her?
What would be the point?
She dominated your husband's life.
She was the reason your marriage was a sham.
Carlos was the reason why my marriage was a sham.
You must have despised him.
How did you feel about your husband
planning to sell the restaurants?
Betrayed.
I would've burned them down before I'd have let that happen.
-He knew that. -WOMAN: Señora?
How did you meet?
Through a friend -- Ramón Salgado.
I used to work in one of his galleries.
He would have known of Carlos' first wife and of your likeness.
-Is he still your friend? -Yes.
Even though he didn't warn you? Even though he hid a truth?
Well, maybe it was supposed to be a secret.
We all have them.
Enjoy your coffee while it's still hot.
Salgado, it's Falcón.
Call me when you get this message.
They're just the faces of middle-aged men.
Arturo was 5 years of age.
If he's back, he may have been curious about you, watched you.
Are any of these faces familiar?
No.
I'd like to show them to your sister.
She's in the art therapy class.
She likes to paint. Loves to paint.
A few months ago we arranged a trip to Madrid,
to the National Gallery, for Marta and a few others.
She was rather taken with your father's work.
Who arranges these trips, the clinic?
We make the arrangements,
but the cost of the trip and the art therapy is met
by a benefactor, a local art dealer,
Ramón Salgado.
That's Marta over there.
She's with her art therapist, Julio.
Marta?
This is Javier Falcón.
Hello, Marta.
Sorry.
FALCÓN: Is it always the two figures?
MAN: Yes, always.
It's her private cupboard.
It's all right.
Is this you?
And is this...
Arturo.
He's happy.
Yes. He's happy.
You have painted him very well.
With love.
Yes.
With love.
Thank you, Marta.
[ Whispers ] He's in my cupboard.
May I have a look?
It's all right.
Not far to go.
This is Marta Jimenez,
and Marta has something very important she wants to show us.
Something very precious.
What am I looking at?
I haven't seen it myself.
I think it's the Jimenez family.
Carlos and his first wife,
Jose...
Marta...
...and the youngest boy, Arturo, the lost son.
[ Door opens ]
***!
I've got a video of my wife in Lourdes with my daughter
praying for a *** miracle.
Shall I bring that in?
Carlos Jimenez could not bear to watch the images on that film.
He couldn't watch himself
playing with the son he abandoned.
He'd rather have died than be reminded of it.
The film is sight lesson number one.
The killer had to have access to Marta.
Judge Calderón.
Who's this?
It's Consuelo Jimenez's lover, Basilio Sánchez.
The photograph is from the security camera
at Carlos Jimenez's apartment block.
The date is the morning of the ***,
two hours after Eloisa Gómez left the building.
When he was supposed to be at Consuelo's.
Correct.
CALDERÓN: Why isn't Falcón standing where you're standing?
Well, he plans to tell you first thing tomorrow.
But I'm concerned she still hasn't been interrogated.
-Questioned. -Oh, me --
Me, I'd interrogate the stuck-up ***.
At the moment we need to give Falcón the benefit of the doubt.
It's his investigation.
I have to go.
Ramirez.
Thank you for keeping me informed, for making me aware.
So Mama had a lover?
So what?
Good for her.
It's the last bit of fun she had before she died.
Do you remember them arguing, fighting?
Mama and Papa?
Well, of course.
Why "of course"?
Because that's what I remember -- the shouting.
Really?
Well, you remember it, too.
No.
No, I don't.
You mean you don't want to.
His name was Tariq.
Mama's lover.
You must remember him.
You must.
No.
He adored you.
He adored us all... including Mama.
I remember thinking that I preferred Tariq to Papa.
Not that I'm *** up at all.
Here he is.
Ladies and gentlemen, Seville's newest torero,
Rafa Falcón!
[ Cheers and applause ]
Could I grab you for a moment?
Señor Falcón? For you.
Who gave you this?
-A man. -Who?
No idea. Just a man.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Video camera whirring ]
"23rd of October 1973.
Salgado came to me today."
[ Knocking ]
Salgado, it's Javier Falcón.
[ Silverware clattering ]
Good evening.
Suddenly you can't stay away.
Do you always wear a suit?
Yes.
Possibly.
They make me look respectable.
And you're not?
Aren't you going to pour me a drink?
Whiskey.
No ice.
Are you still working?
-Yes. -[ Whiskey pouring ]
And drinking.
Our secret.
I'm looking for Ramón Salgado.
He was here for lunch.
How well do you know him?
Haven't we been here before?
Everything is beginning to collide, Consuelo,
but not connect.
Your husband. My father.
Ramón Salgado. Arturo. Eloisa.
You.
Is your lover still your lover?
No.
Why is that?
I was going to leave in five minutes.
I'll come with you.
I'd like that.
Are you sure you want to sleep with a suspect?
Only this one.
Leaving without saying goodbye?
No, I hadn't gotten to that.
But I do have to leave.
You're a good man, Javier Falcón.
[ Bell tolling, siren wailing in distance ]
Consuelo Jimenez and her lover.
I spoke to Basilio Sánchez. He's an irrelevance.
A murdering irrelevance, by any chance?
Did you ask him why he was at the Jimenez apartment
when he should have been in the señora's bed?
Please tell me we're at least taking this seriously.
FALCÓN: Yes.
And I'd like Inspector Ramirez to oversee
that aspect of the investigation.
Really? You sure?
More than ever I'm convinced the truth lies in the past.
Not Consuelo Jimenez, who gave her lover a fake alibi?
What's going on? Are you *** her or what?
No.
"Tragic suicide of young wife.
Maria Salgado found hanged."
"Salgado questioned in regard to the disappearance
of a 15-year-old boy."
"Salgado praises local artist Tariq Chefchaouni,
killed in studio fire."
"Family claim the fire started deliberately.
Tariq.
My mother's lover.
"I'm worried about Salgado.
He's losing his nerve."
[ Telephone rings, beeps ]
RAMÓN: Salgado.
Ramón, it's Javier Falcón.
Javier, I apologize.
I've been out of town and not returning your messages.
I've been sent several pages
from what I believe to be my father's diary.
Ramón, he writes about you.
Javier, I'm frightened.
After what happened to Carlos, I'm terrified.
What do you know about the death of my mother's lover?
[ Sighs ]
This all began three decades ago.
Your father helped me. I helped your father.
We both helped Carlos.
One of us should... should just have said no.
Enough.
What did you and Francisco do, Ramón?
We had an oath.
I tried to make amends.
I tried to make it right.
I'm sorry, Javier.
[ Breathing heavily ]
I don't understand how this has happened, but I...
I seem -- I seem to have brought hell into our lives.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
[ Click, dial tone ]
Javier?
Ramón?
[ Dialing ]
What are you doing --
Ramón?
[ Grunting ]
Please. Have mercy, please.
Have mercy on me, please.
No. I'm a good man.
I've been trying.
Please. No.
[ Grunts ]
[ Crackling, man groans ]
MARIA: Ramón. My darling, Ramón.
I simply wanted to say how much I love you
and thank you for making me
the happiest woman in all the world.
-[ Sobs ] -MARIA: And on this,
your special day, I'd like to sing for you --
for you, my beautiful Ramón.
[ Sobs ]
MARIA: [ Singing indistinctly ]
[ Metal clatters ]
[ Singing continues ]
Ramón!
Ramón!
[ Singing continues ]
Ramón!
No! Ramón!
No!
[ Door rattling ]
Ramón! No!
[ Metal rattling ]
[ Singing continues ]
Ramón!
[ Water running ]
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
[ Siren chirps ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-When did you receive these? -Yesterday.
They're pages from my father's journals,
diaries I never knew existed.
The killer's got your father's journals?
Yes. He stole them from my father's studio.
These pages describe how Ramón Salgado killed a boy
some years ago in Morocco.
A boy he was using for sex.
I'd guess there have been other abuses.
-Do you still think it's Arturo? -No.
But it's definitely someone with history from Tangiers.
Okay, because we, uh, we now know it wasn't Consuelo's lover.
He left her bed to go and see his other girlfriend.
Med student. Lucky ***.
We'll make a detective of you yet.
Our killer sees himself as a victim of Carlos Jimenez,
Ramón Salgado... and Francisco Falcón.
A cabal of three.
They helped erase each other's sins.
And your father's sin is what?
I don't know.
But the killer chose to show Carlos and Ramón
not just their sins, but what they lost --
Carlos his first family and Ramón his wife.
And he has his own story to tell,
hopefully before somebody else has to die.
Who might that someone be? Your father's gone.
Possibly my father's son... a Falcón.
What is my father's sin?
What is my father's sin?
Tariq.
Tariq Chefchaouni... painted the nudes.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
[ Up-tempo music playing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Door opens, closes ]
MANUELA: It's your gorgeous aunt.
Come to wish you luck.
Rafa, it's Javier and Manuela.
[ Toilet flushes ]
Hey. Hey, you made it.
Of course we made it.
[ Sighs ] I didn't want you to see me like this.
Oh, it's fine. It's normal.
Let's hope so.
Thank you for the flowers and the, uh, photograph.
It made me smile.
When did you take that?
When you weren't looking.
Is it safe to embrace now?
I think so.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Telephone rings ]
Ramirez.
It's Falcón. I think my nephew's a target.
I want you at the bullring now
with as many bodies as you can muster.
He'll be there.
Okay. Cristina, he's in trouble.
Let's go.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Shouts indistinctly ]
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
RAMIREZ: Okay. We're looking for the unusual, the unexpected.
We are looking for a needle in a *** haystack.
[ Cheers and applause ]
You take the lower tier to the side.
-You two go upstairs. -We'll take section four.
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Video camera whirring ]
RAMIREZ: I'm going to the north side.
Nothing here at the moment.
[ Crowd cheering ]
[ Crowd gasps ]
[ Echoing ] Rafa!
Chief?
Anything I can do?
The postmortem of Ramón Salgado
found the killer's blood in his teeth.
The old boy put up a fight.
We'll be finished at his house within the hour.
My condolences.
[ Sobs ]
[ Birds chirping ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
FALCÓN: How's your hand?
Old men bite. Didn't you know?
I guessed you'd come looking for it.
The moon and the stars?
MAN: You found it.
You stole it.
MAN: I want it back.
FALCÓN: It's not yours to take back. You stole it.
It belonged to my mother.
MAN: Your mother was a *** ***,
and my family suffered for years because of it.
I want it back,
along with everything else you've taken from my family.
I want it all back.
Is that a rant or a sight lesson?
MAN: So you knew I'd come back.
Well done.
Where is it?
Evidence.
Well, I too have evidence.
You're sitting here in place of Francisco Falcón.
Carlos Jimenez sat where you're sitting.
Ramón Salgado and now you.
I pity you.
Don't.
Your whole life is a lie.
And yet you're the one that's *** deranged.
[ Grunts ]
So your father was my mother's lover, hmm?
He must have loved her dearly to give her the moon and the stars.
[ Grunts ]
How's your eyesight?
Perfect.
Who painted the Falcón nudes?
Who painted the Falcón nudes?
Tariq painted my mother.
Tariq Chefchaouni.
Francisco calls those paintings exquisite.
He says that only a man who truly loves his subject
could be capable of such exceptional work.
The famous Falcón nudes, painted by a nobody,
stolen by a national hero.
They killed him.
They shared in each other's kills
and conspired to keep their wealth, their reputations,
their secrets, no matter what the cost.
They killed my father and stole his work.
Not because your mother was a ***.
Because of you, Javier.
Read it.
"I killed him...
not because he was *** my wife,
not because she loved him.
I killed him because my son..."
Go on.
"I killed him because my s-son was not my son."
That is not true.
Francisco wrote it.
I'm not making it up.
My father died because of you, Javier.
You were Francisco's most precious creation,
only you were not.
Just like the nudes, you were created by my father.
Tariq.
We're brothers, you and I.
[ Laughter echoing ]
I lost everything, while you thrived on a lie.
What?
You don't like it?
Why -- Why not?
What could be so repulsive about milk with almonds?
Well, you're the homicide detective.
If I were to put...
...a little cyanide into this glass...
...would anybody notice?
Would you notice?
Would a 5-year-old boy notice...
...as he carried a warm glass oh, so carefully to his mother,
not wanting to spill a drop,
wanting her to receive all of its goodness?
See what he made you do?
Papa. Hmm?
You were his bullet, his 5-year-old assassin.
You are a Falcón who is not a Falcón.
A policeman who is a killer,
a guardian who let the last true Falcón die in a bullring.
You have a choice.
Like Carlos, like Ramón...
you have a choice.
You can drink the milk... and leave all of this behind.
Or...
...you can take the gun and shoot me dead.
An intruder, a madman,
and the past remains undiscovered.
Only you will know the truth, and the world can continue
to adore the great Francisco Falcón.
It's up to you, Javier.
What kind of world do you want to live in?
FALCÓN: [ Breathing heavily ]
Go on.
Squeeze the trigger.
I forgive you, brother.
Do it.
To me, he will always be Papa.
You'll face what you're responsible for.
And I'll face what I am responsible for.
And that is not the sins of Francisco Falcón.
[ Fire crackling ]
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