Carlos Jimenez was terrified of what was on that film
That's what killed him.
Fears inevitable.
I fight the bull. You fight the murderer with a gun.
That's what we do.
What do you want me to do about Consuelo Jimenez?
She isn't the sole focus of the investigation.
She's at the heart of it. Only she wins.
My father believed these paintings to be his moment of genius.
Your father, myself and Carlos Jimenez - we were pretty close.
Is there anything else I should know about my father?
Why do they have to die? Those that love to love
because they have the gift of perfect sight.
I'm looking for Eloisa Gomez.
Eloisa's in love. She's gone. She's found herself a talker.
He's going to give her the moon and the stars!
Your story is my story. We're the same.
The paintings are...
Imitations of the Falcon Nudes, as is the position of the body.
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Any idea what it might mean? Well.
He's saying he killed her because she'd seen him. It's bullshit.
Falcon?
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. Thought up by who, I wonder.
The murder 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 is 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.
Falcon?
Do you and I need to talk about other matters?
No. I don't think that's necessary.
You're happy?
Perfectly.
Good.
Ramon.
Javier. A long night?
Did you know?
He's painted her as a whore, Ramon. 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 Falcon Nudes, take the same woman and produce shit like this?
Javier, your father was a passionate man, a complex man!
This isn't fucking passion, Ramon, 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 Gomez.
It was her home.
When we first found Eloisa, when she ran away...
Yes?
He was there in the apartment. She ran to save him.
How do you know? She loved him.
But all I saw was the prostitute, not the lost girl in love.
These ones I know - some of their names escape me.
These ones? No idea.
No-one looks like they could be Carlos's 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 have burned them down before I would have let that happen.
He knew that. Senora?
How did you meet?
Through a friend - Ramon Salgado.
I used to work in one of his galleries.
He would have known of Carlos's 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?
Maybe it was supposed to be a secret. We all have them.
Enjoy your coffee while it's still hot.
Salgado, it's Falcon. Call me when you get this message.
They are just the faces of middle aged men.
Arturo was five 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, Ramon Salgado.
That's Marta over there. She's with her art therapist, Julio.
Marta?
This is Javier Falcon.
Hello, Marta.
Sorry.
Is it always the two figures?
Yes, always.
It's her private cupboard.
It's alright.
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.
He's in my cupboard.
May I have a look?
It's alright. 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, his first wife, Jose...
Marta...
and the youngest boy, Arturo - the lost son.
Fuck!
I've got a video of my wife in Lourdes, with my daughter,
praying for a fucking 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 would rather have died than be reminded of it.
The film is sight lesson number one.
The killer had to have access to Marta.
Judge Calderon.
Who's this?
It's Consuelo Jimenez's lover Basilio Sanchez.
The photograph is from the security camera at Carlos Jimenez's
apartment block. The date is the morning of the murder.
Two hours after Eloisa Gomez left the building.
When he was supposed to be at Consuelo's. Correct.
Why isn't Falcon 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.
Me? I'd interrogate the stuck-up bitch.
At the moment we need to give Falcon 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? Yeah.
Of course. Why of course?
Because that's what I remember...
the shouting. Really?
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 fucked up at all.
Here he is. Ladies and gentlemen - Rafa Falcon!
Could I grab you for a moment? Senor Falcon? For you.
Who gave you this? A man? Who? No idea. Just a man.
23rd October 1973. Salgado came to me today.
Salgado! It's Javier Falcon!
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.
And drinking.
Our secret.
I'm looking for Ramon Salgado.
He was here for lunch.
How well do you know him?
Haven't we been here before?
Everything is beginning to collide but not connect.
Your husband, my father, Ramon Salgado, Arturo, Eloisa...
you.
Is your lover still your lover?
No.
Why's 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. I don't do have to leave.
You're a good man, Javier Falcon.
Consuelo Jimenez and her lover.
I spoke to Basilio Sanchez, 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 Senora's bed?
Please tell me we are at least taking this seriously.
Yes.
And I'd like Inspector Ramirez to oversee that
aspect of the investigation.
Really. You're 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 fucking 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.
Salgado. Ramon, it's Javier Falcon.
Javier, I apologise, 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.
Ramon, 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?
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, Ramon?
We had an oath.
I tried to make amends.
I tried to make it right.
I'm sorry, Javier.
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.
Javier? Ramon?
What are you doing...? Ramon?
Argh.
Please. Have mercy, please. Have mercy on me, please.
No. I'm a good man. I've been trying.
No. Please! No!
Argh!
Ramon. My darling, Ramon.
I simply wanted to say how much I love you,
and thank you for making me the happiest woman in all the world.
And on this, your special day - I'd like to sing for you...
for you my beautiful Ramon.
Ramon!
No, Ramon! NO!
Ramon! NO!
Ramon!
When did you receive these?
Yesterday. 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 Ramon 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.
OK, because we... now know it wasn't Consuelo's lover.
He left her bed to go and see his other girlfriend.
A med student. Lucky fucker.
We'll make a detective of you yet. Our killer sees himself as a victim
of Carlos Jimenez, Ramon Salgado...
and Francisco Falcon.
A cabal of three - they helped erase each others sins.
And your father's sin is what? I don't know.
But the killer chose to show Carlos and Ramon,
not just their sins, but what they lost...
Carlos, his first family and Ramon, his wife.
And he has his own story to tell,
hopefully before somebody else has to die.
And who might that someone be? Your father's gone.
Possibly my father's son...
a Falcon.
What is my father's sin?
Tariq.
Tariq Chefchaouni painted the nudes.
It's your gorgeous aunt.
I've come to wish you luck.
Rafa, it's Javier and Manuela.
Hey, you made it. Of course we made it.
I didn't want you to see me like this.
It's fine. It's normal. Let's hope so.
Thank you for the flowers and the photograph.
It made me smile.
When did you take that?
When you weren't looking.
Is it safe to embrace now? I think so.
Ramirez.
It's Falcon. 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.
OK. Christina, he's in trouble. Let's go.
OK. We're looking for the unusual, the unexpected.
We are looking for a needle in a fucking haystack.
You take the lower tier to the side. You two go upstairs.
We'll take section four.
I'm going to the north side.
Nothing here at the moment.
Rafa!
Chief?
Anything I can do?
The Post-mortem on Ramon 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.
How's your hand?
Old men bite - didn't you know?
I guessed you'd come looking for it.
The moon and the stars?
You found it?
You stole it. I want it back.
It's not yours to take back, you stole it.
It belonged to my mother.
Your mother was a fucking whore, 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?
So you knew I'd come back. Well done.
Where is it?
Evidence.
I too have evidence.
You are sitting here in place of Francisco Falcon.
Carlos Jimenez sat where you're sitting.
Ramon Salgado and now you.
I pity you. Don't.
Your whole life is a lie.
And yet you're the one that's fucking deranged.
So your father was my mother's lover?
He must have loved her dearly, to give her the moon and the stars.
How's your eyesight?
Perfect.
Who painted the Falcon 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 Falcon knew it was
painted by a nobody - stolen by a national hero.
They killed him.
They shared in each others 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 whore... because of you, Javier.
Read it.
"I killed him...
"not because he was fucking my wife,
"not because she loved him...
"I killed him because my son..."
Go on.
"I killed him because my son, was not my son."
That's 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.
I lost everything, while you thrived on a lie.
What?
You don't like it?
Why not?
What could be so repulsive about milk with almonds?
You're the homicide detective. If I were to put...
a little cyanide into this glass...
would anybody notice?
Would you notice?
Would a five 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.
You were his bullet, his five year old assassin.
You are a Falcon who is not a Falcon.
A policeman who is a killer,
a guardian, who let the last true Falcon die in a bullring.
You have a choice.
Like Carlos, like Ramon, 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 Falcon.
It's up to you, Javier.
What kind of world do you want to live in?
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 Falcon.
Men tell me things they wouldn't tell anyone else.
Homicide.
I wouldn't be here if I wasn't ready.
Fuck off, Dad. He's alive at least. That's something.
Do you know where your nephew might be found?
Simon is lost to us.
I told you not to talk to me. It's not your case. It's mine.
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