Falcón

Hey!

Bravo, Rafa! Bravo! Bravo!

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 fucking cute.

I just wish he'd get a nice, steady job in an office.

To the next famous Falcon.

Another one? 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.

Good morning, I've got something really fucking weird for you.

Weird ugly? Well, let's just say it's a first. His name is Carlos Jimenez.

The restaurateur? Yes. The maid found him at 7:30 this morning.

She let herself in and there he was - in all his gory.

Does the maid have a key?

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? The cameras in reception are working.

The ones covering the garage have been broken, vandalised. When?

The 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? Senora Consuelo Jimenez. Wife, much younger than her husband,

and now a very rich widow.

She's been staying at the Colonial Hotel.

She took the kids to school this morning - two young boys

aged six and eight. But as yet, we haven't been able to locate her.

Judge Calderon. Falcon.

Have you been inside? I was waiting for my experts.

The boxes... are they moving in or out?

Out... to somewhere even more expensive.

His eyelids have been removed, top and lower. Skilfully?

I'm not sure it requires skill. Just a sharp blade, a steady hand...

Why cut off his eyelids? Because he's a sick bastard.

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.

Analyse 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.

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?

He's playing games or he's shit at maths.

Super 8. Processing this type of film isn't easy.

I'm on it already.

She has a lover.

And Dad's into hookers.

Is this the film the killer made him watch?

I don't know yet.

This is recent. The boxes, the 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.

How did he gain access?

The girl?

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, Senora 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?

Senora Jimenez, my failed marriage has nothing to do with

the death of your husband. 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 pornography.

Not forgetting number 17 Calle Rio 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 Sanchez. 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.

A boy and a girl, who would now be in their mid to late 40s.

The last I heard, the son was living in Madrid.

What happened to his first wife? She died.

I had nothing to do with it.

The Senora's business accounts and diaries,

you'll need to collect them sooner rather than later.

Yeah. You know that, before she changes her mind.

I'm meeting her at the apartment tomorrow

to make sure nothing's been stolen. Huh! Just the two of you?

Where is she? Top floor.

Are you sure it's the girl from the film? I think so.

Her name is Eloisa Gomez.

One of the street girls in Alameda told me where to find her.

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'm sorry.

OK. That's no problem. We'll come back tomorrow...

Open the fucking door!

It's all right.

Ramirez!

Eloisa!

Falcon.

She's gone... we lost her.

Ramon. 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.

Do you know what my father asked me to do, Ramon? 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 Falcon? I 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.

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 humour with guests, it's all fake, all of it.

Carlos Jimenez hated his life.

Carlos Jimenez died a long time ago.

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? Are you really interested?

You need help.

I'll bear that in mind.

I'm guessing a friendly dinner's 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.

The anniversary exhibition of Seville's most celebrated artist

Francisco Falcon opens in Madrid today.

Here to discuss his work is his art dealer and friend Ramon Salgado.

Thank you. Well, Francisco is probably best known

for the nudes he painted of his wife. And for me

he's the leading artist of his generation....

How long have you worked here?

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.

She's a beautiful, strong woman.

How would you describe your relationship with Senora Jimenez?

Sweaty.

It's sex.

Good sex.

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?