Un buen hombre

Today you start out on a new life.

For 5 years

you'll be working full-time to become defenders of the law.

You'll need to learn the penal code down to the last detail.

Its each and every application.

And not only learn them by heart

but understand them,

reason them out, question them,

and accept them.

And live by them, according to that code.

Because in 5 years' time,

those who have made it to the end

will have become supermen.

The law demands that of you.

Justice will be in your hands.

And that's a great responsibility.

Your capacity for reasoning,

that which sets men apart from animals, must be clear and objective.

And even more important,

your moral fibre must be impeccable.

If you don't live accordingly,

you won't be able to administer justice.

With a firm, steady hand,

and God's help.

Make no mistake. There's good and there's bad.

Nothing else.

Black or white.

It's up to you.

A GOOD MAN

Thank you.

Well done.

You really told them.

You were very good.

Thank you.

Relax and enjoy your drink.

Too demanding for my liking.

Considering more than half of them

will end up serving drinks or petrol.

"Supermen".

Well, I liked it.

-Though I can see why you didn't. -Why?

Because I'm a realist?

There's nothing wrong with idealism.

If you're honest, Daniel.

We never did agree there, did we?

Among other things.

Well, I do agree.

What a surprise.

Need a wing to hide under?

Any speech of mine would have been more down to earth.

Such a shame they didn't ask you, isn't it?

I don't have such good friends any more.

God! Burn these photos. I look like a cow!

-All you need is the bell. -Hey!

She looks fine, doesn't she?

-Listen to her! -You look great in them.

Those lovely legs...

Which are starting to get flabby.

Flabby? I've got rings around my waist.

What?

Look at him, not an ounce of fat.

Give it here.

-No! -Let me see.

-You vain man, you. -And silly.

Women love grey-haired men.

-This one isn't grey. -Let's see.

My favourite lifeguard!

Looks intelligent too, right?

Are you jealous?

You won't let me sleep.

I'm sorry, darling.

Go back to bed and we'll talk quietly.

No, I want Paula to read me a story.

Do you mind?

Don't be silly. I'll come with you.

You two make the most of it. You've got 1 0 minutes

to talk about our flabby bottoms.

But when we come back, you must say something nice about them.

Will my bottom be flabby too?

We'll sell your bottom to the zoo for monkey food.

Still worried about the professorship?

Worried? No.

I don't know...

Well, actually I do.

I want it, that's the truth.

I'm worried about Daniel.

He doesn't fool anyone. The post is yours.

Nobody will take it from you, especially him.

I don't know why he hates me.

Don't worry about it.

He's a climber, always was.

I thought he was promising once and I gave him a hand,

with a couple of things.

Then I realised what he was really like.

What do you mean?

He's a clever fellow, intellectually sound.

But he's got a problem.

He's at war with the world.

He comes from a humble background.

He had to make his own way.

But along that way he turned resentful, conflictive.

He's probably just jealous of you.

It's funny when you think about it.

Maybe for you. But not everyone knows him as well as you do.

The Dean knows, and he's the chairman of the panel.

-You've spoken to him? -He asked me what I thought.

Well, I am the most senior professor after him.

And the future Dean.

We'll see.

All right, you're both on the list but I'm sure it'll work out

-in your favour. -Because you'll see to that.

I'll only do what I think is right.

Thanks.

Again. For everything.

You should thank yourself.

You're doing fine.

You're a good man.

Your father would be proud of you.

Are you drunk?

A bit.

Well, a bit more than that.

That kid's incredible.

He's so clever.

Like father, like son.

Did he say anything about the post?

He's working on it.

-So it's yours then. -We'll see.

What if you don't get it?

Would it be a disaster?

My father...

My father was the youngest Dean ever at the university.

Yes, I know. And you have to be like him.

No, it's not that.

I just think I deserve it.

-Anything wrong with that? -No.

It's incredible how much Fernando loves you.

Maybe I did something to deserve it.

Sure, drink his whisky.

Bitch...

Hello?

Fernando?

Hello?

Hello?

What a fright!

What are you doing in the dark?

I don't feel very well.

You aren't hot. Have you taken anything?

Go to bed. I'm make you some soup.

Vicente.

Did you hear me?

Vicente?

Paula? Is that you?

-Vicente? Can you hear me? -I can hear you.

Is Marisa there?

What?

Is Marisa there?

She didn't pick Ricardo up from school.

No, she's not here.

That's strange.

She's probably caught in traffic. If she calls or stops in,

tell her I've gone to pick him up, okay?

All right.

Marisa still hasn't come home.

-What else did they say? -They want me to go in.

Can you look after Ricardo?

It's Fernando. The police called.

He has to meet them. He wants us to look after Ricardo.

I think you should go with him.

Why?

He has to meet them at the hospital and Marisa hasn't come home yet...

You'll go, won't you?

I hope she's all right.

Mr. Puertolas.

Thank you for coming.

Is this your wife?

I'm sorry.

No. It's me.

I'm Fernando Puertolas.

Yes, it's my wife.

Who are you? His lawyer?

-No. -He's a friend of mine.

Please accept my condolences.

What happened?

It's too early to say.

She was found by a river outside town.

She was probably thrown off a bridge nearby.

But she still managed to reach the bank.

So she was alive when they found her?

-Yes. -She died on the way here.

There was nothing we could do.

We found this on the bridge. Was it hers?

They took everything of value she was carrying.

They just left her l.D.

As you see, they took any jewellery she might have been wearing.

Necklace, ear-rings...

It was to rob her?

They killed her to rob her?

As I said, it's still too early to say.

That's what it looks like.

That area's full of drug addicts. They'd do anything for a fix.