City of Shadows (Ciudad de sombras)

Antonio Gaudí, who graced Barcelona

with his buildings, his mosaics,

and his monumental unfinished church,

also marked the city with his tragic death

on June 10th, 1926…

LA FERRADURA YOUTH CENTER TARRAGONA, 1984

…when he was struck by a tram.

Once a young and idealistic architect,

Gaudí had, in his later years,

turned almost ascetic, devoting himself entirely

to the Expiatory Temple of the Sagrada Familia,

which he called "the cathedral of the poor,"

in a nod to Joaquim Mir's painting.

His death shocked the entire city.

The response from Barcelonians was overwhelming.

Only a handful of photographs remain,

capturing the devotion he inspired

as a man revered as both a genius and a saint.

The bourgeoisie and workers alike filled the streets, draped in mourning,

to bid farewell to the architect,

who was laid to rest in the crypt beneath the Sagrada Familia,

his unfinished masterpiece.

Death, the great equalizer,

places us all before the prospect of salvation or damnation for our sins.

Opening doors.

I repeat, opening doors.

BASED ON THE NOVEL "EL VERDUGO DE GAUDÍ"

CITY OF SHADOWS

CHAPTER 5 GÜELL PAVILIONS

Héctor!

Héctor!

Is she awake yet?

No.

I believe it's crucial to listen to every single voice,

even the ones that make us uncomfortable.

Our job is to show the events from different viewpoints.

And then it's up to the viewer to decide for themselves

what to make of it all.

But aren't you afraid of being in contact with the killer?

Learning to live with fear is part of the job.

And living with… with… the risk…

with the damn fame,

with the loneliness…

Being far from family and the people that you love…

But that's life, and this is my calling.

Mauricio, we'll let you go now.

Thank you for your time with us.

Of course. And thank you all

for valuing my work and… the importance of true journalism…

…which, as you know, Enrique--

-No, I swear, it's true. -No way.

-I'm enjoying it. -That's great.

Look what I learned.

Why don't you try some first?

-Hello, Milo. -Hello.

-I didn't expect you, Elias. -And I didn't expect you, Milo.

You're usually not around when you're needed.

Father, don't, please. You promised.

He insisted on coming in case we had questions.

I didn't wanna see you either, Milo.

But you both paid a fortune for this apartment,

so I wanna make sure you don't get ripped off.

You do know a lot about that.

You're like the go-to expert when it comes to real estate.

I did predict the crisis.

At first, everything is just perfect, right?

There's a lot of optimism,

a lot of recklessness.

And then, everything crashes, and everyone acts surprised.

But I saw it coming.

It seems to me that external factors are the real culprits behind the crisis.

Circumstances aren't an excuse, Milo.

Okay, stop! That's enough.

Let's talk for a minute, please.

I shouldn't have let him come. You're right. I'm sorry.

But please, the buyers will be here with their lawyers in ten minutes.

We sign the papers and you leave, okay?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Perfect. Now we can talk about something else, all right?

The weather?

-Or Félix Torrens. -Mm!

We're having quite a fiery fall this year…

Indeed, and the season's specialty is grilled bourgeoisie.

I'm sure you knew him.

Not really, no.

What did you think of him?

Is this an interrogation?

Are you gonna read me my rights?

There was a rumor… saying he was perhaps a bit corrupt.

Just a bit, really?

Come on, Elias.

I'd say Torrens could be… peculiar.

There were always these rumors about his tastes being quite…

perverted.

Perverted? How?

It's probably gossip. Who knows, right?

He was a man of taste.

A lover of beauty.

He enjoyed being surrounded…

Yes?

Sergeant?

This is Alba Conté. Susana didn't come to work this morning.

I tried calling her but there's no answer.

I don't know where she is.

Her doorman didn't see her come home last night.

And her car isn't in the garage.

Um, um… Uh, I'll take care of it.

Okay? Uh… I'll call you if I find anything out.

-I'm sorry, I have to go. -You're kidding?

No. It concerns Susana, Irene.

-No, Milo… Milo! Milo! -I can't. I'm sorry, I have to go.

Milo!

What did I tell you?

Rebeca! Susana Cabrera is missing.

Start a search for her vehicle near her house.

PEDRALBES WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3RD, 2010

1 DAY SINCE SUSANA CABRERA'S KIDNAPPING

Milo.

One of her friends told us she saw Susana leaving the Laietà Fitness Club

in her car, past 9 o'clock last night.

It's about ten minutes away.

There are no security cameras. I checked.

And her phone?

In the glove box.

And her purse and her sports bag were also sitting on the passenger's seat.

No signs of Susana Cabrera yet.

All units be on the lookout.

-Yes? -Milo.

I have the autopsy results of that old woman who died in the church.

The tests revealed a very high dose of etomidate in her blood.

It's an intravenous anesthetic used to induce general anesthesia.

And sometimes, it's used for sedation.

They injected it right here.

It sent her into cardiac arrest.

They're probably using that for the abductions too.

Makes sense.

Yes, but she doesn't fit the profile of the other victims.

Working-class woman, retired fishmonger…

What were they doing?

Trying to abduct her during mass without anyone noticing?

Given her body type and age, the dose was lethal.

They knew perfectly what they were doing. They wanted to kill her.

Milo, is something wrong?

Milo!

-Any news yet? -Yes, I'm sorry.

We found her car a couple of hours ago, just ten minutes from her fitness club.

They abducted Susana?

We don't understand. Up until now, it had been about revenge.

But this, this is breaking the pattern.

We need a search warrant for a house near Parc Güell.

-Do you think you could get that? -Yes, yes.

-Whatever you need. -Thank you.

Alba, do you know where she used to work?

She worked in criminal law for 20 years.

But that was after starting out in prison surveillance.

And also spending several years in the juvenile court.

Who are you?

What's going on?

You don't have the guts to show your face?

Just not yet.

You'll never be able to tell anyone you saw me anyway.

But I still wanna record your face.

Oh, it's a pleasure to see you again, Judge Cabrera.

Who are you?

It's been… quite a few years.

But here you are.

Shh!

You can't get out.

This is the first juvenile facility Torrens opened.

La Ferradura, on the outskirts of Tarragona.

It served as the headquarters of the foundation he chaired.

Thank you. Come on, smile!

The foundation then opened two other facilities after that.

La Llebre in Lleida.

And La Clau in Girona.

Ferradura, Llebre, and Clau.

-Are those Catalan words? -Yes, they are.

A little bit higher, a bit more…

They mean horseshoe, hare, and key.

All three are lucky symbols. Very Gaudí.

Thank you.

I haven't found anything noteworthy about the others,

but I did about La Ferradura, where Torrens was based.

He left the facility in 1990, to chair the Torrens Foundation.

And two years later, the facility got burnt down.

In 1992? Whoever we're looking for was there.

I have bad news though.

Everything was destroyed in the fire. No files are left.

There's no record of who was there.

That means we'll have to dig into the files from back then.

All those from the juvenile court.

They've never been digitized.

It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

We need to find someone who used to work at La Ferradura.

I'm on it. Oh, and one more thing.

The juvenile facility where Joan Grau was

has absolutely nothing to do with Torrens.

There's no connection.

I need a coffee.