- Good evening. - Good evening.
Mr. Doria? Virginia Goodman.
I was sent by your lawyer, Félix Leiva.
A pleasure.
- Come in. - Thanks.
- Give me two minutes to get dressed. - Sure.
...by members of armed groups that have demobilized
and are contributing to the search for the missing.
In national news, the main news this morning
is the funeral held in memory of Laura Vidal,
the renowned photographer and visual artist,
allegedly murdered by her lover, Adrián Doria,
recently awarded in the prestigious
European Awards for Innovation and Business Development
as businessman of the year.
Doria, who recently made inroads into the Asian market
with his company Global Go Tech Media,
is pleading innocent and states he is the victim of a plot.
I was expecting you later.
Yes. We've had a setback.
I tried to talk to Félix, but his phone's off.
He's out of town.
But he said everything was under control, that he had a lead...
- That would change everything, yes. - Exactly.
That's what he said when I last spoke to him.
But I didn't know then what I do now, and what he still doesn't know.
What?
It's very likely you'll be called to testify tonight.
What?
One of my courthouse sources says the prosecutor has a last-minute witness
who could turn your case around.
We don't know who it is yet, but they're being taken to the court
to testify in three hours.
I told the truth.
Your testimony has holes, and I need details.
Plausibility is based on details.
I can use them to convince the world that you're innocent.
I assure you, I can do it.
So far I've never lost a case before any judge.
But I need you to cooperate.
The police have turned this place into a cell, I'm watched 24 hours a day.
Don't you think if had anything to add I would've done it by now?
They're going to request your immediate arrest, Mr. Doria.
We have 180 minutes to start over,
so I advise you to stop whining and let's get to work.
Right, let's go back to the start.
What were you and the deceased doing at that hotel?
We were told to go there.
We'd been seeing each other for a few months.
Someone was trying to blackmail us.
We were following their instructions.
They wanted 100,000 Euros.
It's better to buy someone's silence than face a million-dollar divorce.
I never wanted to divorce Sonia, I love her.
Why that hotel, 200 miles away from your lives?
I don't know.
Weren't you surprised they chose somewhere so out of the way?
Who cares which hotel it was?
Had you and your lover been there before?
The problem here is someone pinned a murder on me.
Everything is important, Mr. Doria.
But it's alright,
first let's talk about the message on your phone.
We'd been waiting for two hours when it came.
Something wrong?
He has your cell phone.
He just sent a message from your cell phone.
I'LL TELL EVERYTHING ROOM 715, HOTEL BELLAVISTA
It's a trap.
Let's go.
Adrián?
I was unconscious for a few minutes.
And when I woke up...
the nightmare began.
What's the first thing you remember?
Banging on the door.
Police!
Are you alright?
Police!
Open the door.
Out of the way.
Laura!
Do you hear me?
Laura!
We know you're in there! Open the door!
No, no.
Laura! Help!
Help, please!
Police!
Help!
Get up!
Hands up! Get up!
There was someone in the room.
Hands where I can see them.
I didn't do anything.
Hands up!
- I didn't do anything. - Get down!
- There was someone else here. - On the floor!
Don't resist.
Everybody out!
The police report says that
witnesses heard screams, but didn't see anyone leave the room...
So you didn't see anyone leave the room.
Which was locked from inside by a chain.
The report also said that no window could be opened from the inside
because in the cold months the hotel removes the handles,
and they hadn't been forced.
They checked every way to get out without being seen,
but it was impossible without leaving traces.
And they didn't find any.
So, according to your version,
-your lover's murderer evaporated. - That's right.
- Before he got out, he had to get in. - He was there when we arrived.
But he had to get in somehow.
And the hotel staff said
only you had access to the key.
The whole crime scene was set up to frame me
and give the police the false theory that Laura fell in love with me
and to protect my marriage
I tried in vain to buy her off. So I killed her.
- But it's absurd, a trap... - Whose trap?
- I don't know. - Why?
I'm telling you I don't know!
I just know my wife's left me and taken my daughter.
And someone's getting away with it.
Unless you pay attention
and look for answers in the details of your life, you know what?
- What? - You're saying the police are right.
They say that nobody had a motive
to destroy you like this, so your version
sounds like make believe, Mr. Doria.
It's not my job to find the culprit.
No.
It's Felix's job and yours, and the police, of course.
They're meant to catch the culprits, not me.
You are their culprit.
Mr. Doria, if you were me
and I told you about this secret plot, what would you think?
I'm telling you what happened, I don't know what else you expect.
Do you know what?
In my 30-year career I've met two types of clients.
Those who accept their situation and cooperate,
even if it means going where they don't want to go,
and those that think they're smarter than I am
and want me to get them off without getting dirty.
You're the second type.
But let me be clear on this:
There'll be no salvation without suffering,
and you're not smarter than I am.
YOUNG MAN DISAPPEARS IN BIERGE
Have you wondered what would happen if the state's witness is involved?
We've already wasted 10 minutes.
I'll ask you this just once:
Do you know who the man in your room was?
YOUNG MAN DISAPPEARS IN BIERGE
If you want to find out,
if you want me to get you out of this without jail time,
don't lie to me again.
It all started three months ago.
- Honey. - How's Paris?
- Full of nasty French people. - Did the meeting go badly?
- I don't think we'll get it. - My dad called.
He invited us sailing on Sunday. I said we'd go.
- He's dying to see Alex. - Okay.
It's Daddy. Say Daddy. Say Daddy.
Sonia, I have to leave for the airport.
Okay. Are you coming home or staying in Barcelona?
I'm coming home to you.
Tell me when you've boarded. I love you.
I love you too.
- Who was that? - Sonia.
What time is it?
Almost six. We overslept.
- Shall we go? - Daddy.
- We were doing fine. - Sure, but this way is faster.
You could drive faster, eh?
- Shall I drive? - You drive.
What?
I do nothing but lie.
I think when you're with me, you don't.
The rest of the day I lie because I'm with you.
Being with me makes you happy.
And I love the way I feel when we're together.
Remember what we said when we started this?
That we both wanted the experience.
We also said that when the time came...
- Adrián, do you want to leave Sonia? - No.
I don't want to leave Bruno either. That's why what we have is perfect.
But you can't have everything.
You have to sacrifice something.
We're doing fine.
It's fine.
No, what we're doing is wrong, and you know it.
That's it.
I'm sorry.
Are you alright?
I think so.
Hello?
Are you alright?
Shit!
- What are you doing? - Calling the police.
It's wasn't our fault, it was the damn deer.
I cut into his lane.
He had no belt on and he was texting!
You made me drive too fast!
You told me before, there's always a sacrifice.
- What are you saying? - It's him or us.
If you call the police, we've had it.
Listen to me, please.
Nobody saw anything, nobody knows anything.
Everything's still the same. Your life, Sonia,
your daughter, your career.
You don't want to lose it all?
Do you?
Let's go.
It won't start up.
Come on, please start.
Start! Start, for God's sake! Let's go!
- Shit. - What is it?
Someone's coming.
Get out of the car.
- What do we do? - Leave it to me. Do what I do.
Where are you going?
He'll figure it out.
What are you doing?
We had an accident, okay?
- We had an accident? - Follow my lead.
Hello.
Need any help? What happened?
I skidded and hit him, but we're just trading details.
Do you need an ambulance?
No, really, we're fine. Thanks.
Are you sure?
It must be the insurance company. I'll be right back.
Hey.
A good scare?
A deer ran in front of us and I'm still shaky.
Hello?
Hello. Yes, we called.
- Are you sure? - Thank you.
How long will it be?
Okay. Thanks. 'Bye.
It's all sorted.
I'm glad nobody got hurt.
Thanks.
- See you. - See you.
- What if he saw something? - He didn't.
He stopped, he could've seen the kid.
- We have to get rid of him. - Are you crazy?
There's a witness.
If we leave him here, he'll know we lied.
Please.
It's best if I stay here and send for help.
You take care of the body.
What do I do with him?
I don't know.
But we have to get rid of everything, okay?
And then, if you want, we can stop seeing each other.
It's over.
I drove for nearly an hour.
And all I could think about
was why I was there instead of with my family.
If I hadn't been with Laura,
if we hadn't overslept, if I hadn't taken the detour,
that deer would never have crossed my path.
Ever.
What did you do with the car?
I buried it.
The kid too?
I kept hearing Laura's words in my head.
It was an accident. We couldn't do anything for that kid.
He had no future. We did.
We did.
He was like one of those blotches,
and I had to look at it like that to keep from going insane.
What then?
I called Laura with a prepaid phone card and told her where I was.
We always used them to talk to each other.
It was horrible.
What happened?
Hello, my car broke down.
No, I'm fine, but I need a tow truck.
Yes.
Where am I?
- Hello. - Hello. Everything alright?
Yes, a deer ran in front of me, but I'm fine, thanks.
You're lucky. You could've died.
It won't start. The engine won't start.
I called road assistance but they're overrun.
Everything has a solution.
I know these cars in and out, they're good machines.
What a coincidence.
I was an engineer at their Spanish factory years ago.
Tomás Garrido. I've got a garage now.
Nice to meet you.
- I need to get to Barcelona. - Got a flashlight?
It's my sister's car. She lent it to me and I don't know...
Don't worry. I'll get mine.
It's the starter system.
The engine sensor's probably stuck on "stop".
If the impact didn't damage anything else,
you just reconnect the control module and reset it.
The rest looks alright.
If you want, I can tow it to my house
and fix it there.
If you prefer, I'll call a tow truck
and tell them where to find you.
- How long would it take? - The tow truck?
- No, for you to fix it. - A couple of hours, tops.
Alright.
So you live in Barcelona.
What brings you here?
My sister lives in Barbastro.
My wife worked near there, in the nature reserve.
Now she works near Bierge, in the valley, 20 minutes from home.
She used to teach literature, but she had to give it up.
Cancer.
That's why we moved here, for a more peaceful life.
What do you do?
I've got a bookstore.
I love reading.
Especially plays.
The classics are my weakness. My wife introduced me to them.
That was how we met, in a theatre group.
She was very good, but I...
I just joined to meet women.
You haven't told me your name.
- Raquel. - Raquel.
Raquel, your phone's ringing.
You're right.
- Hi, honey. - Hey, Laura.
How was the shoot? When's your flight?
I was about to call you. I'm going to be late.
Don't worry.
I was about to take some work home. You can't concentrate here.
Too many interruptions.
How come you're late?
Nothing, a setback. Engine trouble.
Relax, just tell me when you're taking off.
No, you don't need to get me.
I'll get some dinner here and work till it's time to get you.
- Don't come, please, Bruno. - Laura, are you alright?
Sorry, sorry, no,
I'm fine, I really am.
Sorry I didn't call you before.
Okay, don't worry. See you at home.
I love you.
I love you too.
- Hi. - Hi, honey.
Elvira, my wife.
This is Raquel, she ran into a deer
and it blocked the car's starter. I'm going to fix it.
- Nice to meet you. - Same here.
Are you hurt? You have blood on your hand.
- It must be from the deer. - The deer?
- Let me see. A cut could get infected. - I'm not hurt.
Sorry, I'm in a big hurry.
Then we'll cut the chatter. I'll get to work.
- Like a coffee? - Yes, please.
- Come in. - No, I can wait here.
Wait here in this cold? Come in, woman.
You can clean that up.
Come on.
Everything alright?
Yes, thanks, everything's fine.
I'll take Tomás some coffee and be right back.
Okay, thanks.
We had a couple of scares too when we came here.
- You don't want anything to eat? - No.Thanks.
It's a good place to live, but you have to adapt.
Children?
Do you have any children? I see that...
Oh, no, no.
My husband wants to, but I...
Well, I do too, but I work a lot, I don't know...
Don't let it get to you.
I had Dani, I mean Daniel, he doesn't like Dani,
when I was nearly 40. A child changes your life.
But they give it all back too. Excuse me.
So handsome. He'll be home soon. Maybe you know him.
Clara? Hello.
No, I'm waiting for him. He went out with the boys.
What?
You're with the boys?
And Daniel's not there?
That's strange, he left here at 6.
Yes.
Yes, he got back from work, changed, and ran out.
Right.
You're all set. I went over it and it's fine.
Are you staying for dinner? I'm sure my wife convinced you.
Okay.
I'll get my coat, I'm really late. Sorry.
Yes, okay, Clara, I'll call you right back.
Clara says the boys haven't seen Daniel, they thought he was with her.
- What do you mean? - He should be with his friends.
But nobody knows anything. Did he say anything to you?
Okay, don't get nervous. Maybe he had other plans.
Nervous no, Tomás, he told be he'd be with friends.
- Maybe he didn't tell you the truth. - Why?
What if he met another girl?
No, Tomás, no. This is all very strange.
I'm going to call him.
Leave him be. He's a big boy.
- Do you hear that? - Yes.
Did you hear a cell phone?
I'm calling him again.
My son's not with his friends and my wife's imagining things.
Here it is.
That's strange. Daniel never goes out without his cell phone.
He must've dropped it.
You tell her, Raquel.
I have to go. I'm really late.
No one's heard from Daniel.
What do we do?
Tell me what we should do.
I thought of something.
But I'm in your hands.
It depends on you.
The look in her eyes scared me.
I got rid of my car, without a trace.
I don't know, it's in front of a scrapyard.
Then I said goodbye, agreeing that it was the last time we'd see each other.
I reported my car stolen,
pretending I just got back from Paris.
I told Sonia the same thing:
I'd stayed overnight in our city place.
But are you alright?
I spent a sleepless night.
I felt like a fraud, an impostor.
It had taken me ten years to reach the top,
but I could lose it all in the blink of an eye.
The next day, I went to work.
We were preparing the entry of Global Go Tech Media into Asia
and it would've been strange if I wasn't there.
I'd been trying to close the deal for a year,
and now it was about to happen I couldn't screw it up.
Before going home, I tried to gather my thoughts
in order to face my wife and daughter.
I needed to put on a mask
to hide the man I wasn't but would be again.
And when I thought I'd done it...
the inevitable happened.
Daniel Garrido, 23, left work in this bank around 6 p.m.
He went home and minutes later went out again.
His parents expected him for dinner, but they've heard nothing from him.
Family and friends have united to search for him,
believing he had a car crash
and perhaps his car is hidden down a ravine in the area.
The father's face engraved on my retina.
I saw myself in his pain.
I swore it'd be the last mistake I'd ever make in my life.
- Excuse me. - Go ahead.
Hello.
Are you sure?
Tell me if there's any news.
The state's witness is in the courthouse.
His identity is unknown, but the judge is on his way.
I have to talk to Felix.
- What is it? - Félix, where are you?
Bilbao airport, getting off the plane.
Virginia Goodman's here because the prosecutor may be ahead of us.
- The prosecutor...? - When will you be back?
Tonight on the last flight. Put her on.
He wants to talk to you.
- Félix. - What's going on?
A last-minute witness.
- He just got to the courthouse. - Virginia?
Mr. Doria will probably have to testify tonight.
Send me the details in writing, but I leave him in your hands.
I'm going after something big. It may be crucial to the case.
- I'll call back in a couple of hours. - Alright.
Thanks, Félix.
What did he say?
It's all under control, don't worry.
Good. Let's continue. Where were we?
I focused on my life.
But the police came around.
Mr. Doria, you have visitors.
It's the police.
That's not on any file.
How do you know?
The details, Mr. Doria.
The Bierge police found debris from two collisions
five miles from where the missing man lived.
But there's no record of either of the accidents.
Strangely, the kid's father picked up a woman who'd had an accident,
right there, the same day his son disappeared.
Do you know her?
What is this?
Look, why would my client care about what happened in Bierge
when he was in Paris?
She told the missing kid's father that she'd hit a deer.
But debris from a second vehicle on that road
leads us to the theory that something happened
and she covered it up with someone's help.
And?
The license plate of the vehicle this woman was driving
belongs to a BMW in your client's name.
It was stolen from a private carpark that weekend.
Are you insinuating the Mr. Doria is lying
to hide an accident about which you have no proof?
According to the report,
you couldn't produce the parking card to prove the car was there.
I lost it. I usually keep it in my wallet,
but I must've left it in my jacket and it fell out on the trip.
I know, it's in your statement. Very convenient.
Hold on, did the license plate info come from the missing kid's father?
Now that is convenient, and uncorroborated.
That's what we're trying to do: corroborate it.
You needn't have bothered my client to corroborate his Paris trip,
you just had to ask his secretary for the details.
Are we done?
Why are you so nervous?
Tell me or I won't be able to help you.
Do you have anything to do with this kid's disappearance?
Well then?
I wasn't in Paris.
I was with a woman.
So Eva can't prove to the police that you were in Paris?
Can you make them believe I was? Can you buy me an alibi?
- Do I have a choice? - I ended it, it was a mistake.
I can't let this damn coincidence
ruin my life with Alex and Sonia. I can't.
Next time you call me, start by telling me everything.
I need something else.
What?
The police file. I don't want this to haunt me.
I'll take care of it.
Later, my Paris alibi was checked out
and the police dropped the matter.
Félix fulfilled the first part of the deal, but not the second.
One of my sources found your name in the police files,
and I'm afraid that the prosecutor may have done the same.
I'd never have gone so far if it weren't for Laura.
What did she do when you told her the police asked you to ID her?
I didn't tell her.
I know you contacted her.
The rich want to stay rich, protect themselves and their property.
Wherever there are rich people, there are surveillance cameras.
How'd you get the police to think Daniel Garrido was on the run?
- Where are you calling from? - A phone booth.
Talking in a place with so much surveillance isn't very smart.
My nerves gave me away, I know.
But don't think I'm stupid enough to contact Laura
right after the police tried to link me to her.
When and why then?
When I saw how far she could go.
Laura never stopped when she knew what she wanted.
- Hello. - Say hi to Grandpa.
She did it with me when we met.
Can I pay up?
And she was doing it again to put it all behind her.
There you go.
The police have ruled out that Daniel Garrido,
the young man from Bierge missing for 3 weeks, had an accident.
The latest investigations say
he could've faked his own disappearance in order to run away.
Police sources state
that he took 50,000 euros from the bank branch where he worked.
Daniel Garrido redirected small amounts...
All ready to set sail.
I just got a call. An emergency meeting with Mr. Lee.
- Where are you calling from? - A booth.
See you in four hours in the bar in front of the scrapyard.
What's this?
The kid's wallet.
I got it before putting the kid in the trunk.
I thought it might be useful to us, and it has been.
After the accident, Bruno worked at home for a few days.
I used one of those mornings to end this the only possible way.
What are you telling me?
Your lover was a computer banking expert as well as a photographer?
Do you want the jury to think you're taking them for idiots?
Laura met her husband while she was working in that bank.
Technology makes giant leaps, you know that better than anyone.
Did your love keep up to date while she was a photographer?
Maybe her husband helped her.
Maybe she told him the truth but wanted to keep me out of it.
You didn't know Laura.
She can highly seductive.
The perfect femme fatale prototype.
Do you realize what you've done?
What do you think?
Don't worry, if I'd left any trace, we wouldn't be here right now.
What?
Don't look at me like that.
You didn't call the police because we were doing the right thing.
No, we weren't.
Adrián,
if I go down, you're going down with me.
The police came to see me. Don't threaten me.
Don't you threaten me.
I have photos that show that you weren't in Paris.
The following days weren't exactly relaxed.
My company entered the Asian market with the world's top technology firm.
I was given the Businessman of the Year award.
I entered a media blitz.
Mr. Doria, how do you feel?
Very happy.
I was sold as the man of the hour.
A model for young people like me, winners who came from nothing.
But it was all a sham.
I'd felt rotten on the inside for some time.
Because I taught her.
- To do what? - To say "Papa".
She's with her parents now...
Mr. Doria, excuse me. A reporter insists on speaking to you.
- He says he knows you. - Yes.
- Please. - If you'll excuse me.
Be careful with that.
See you soon.
On the right, please. Thank you.
Mr. Doria? Sorry to bother you on such a special day.
Do you know who I am?
Just that you're not Iván Souto.
Please.
I'm Daniel Garrido's father.
I don't know if you've seen the news, but...
they say he ran away and I have some questions,
if it's alright with you.
I only know what I read in the paper, I'm sorry.
My son is no thief and he's not on the run.
My son is dead.
Someone is laughing at my wife and at me.
The day the police spoke to you, Elvira and I were there.
I know what I saw.
Our son used his cell phone
shortly before Tomás picked up that woman on the road,
so it's impossible that the phone was at home,
unless she brought it.
And that could only happen
if she ran into my son at some point.
And she wasn't alone, someone was with her.
How can you be so sure?
I've already told you. She adjusted the driver's seat.
She wasn't driving.
She lied to me!
It's my sister's car.
She lent it to me and I don't know...
She lied and nobody lies for no reason.
She lied to protect herself, or to protect you.
Got a light?
That woman was hiding something.
And so are you.
I don't know anything, really.
I was in Paris at the time.
That's what the police said.
But some plane tickets and a hotel reservation
don't prove anything.
Still, we trusted the police and went home.
Until a few days later
when the news accused my son of being a thief...
and we knew it was a set-up, it wasn't Daniel.
He was never bad to anyone.
My wife was devastated when she saw what that meant.
But I wasn't giving up.
And I followed the only lead left.
You.
And I saw that you could lose it all over a setback.
What it would mean if you admitted you weren't in Paris
but with another woman.
I went back to the police but they still didn't believe me.
There I realized how powerful you are.
Power makes the wolf bigger than he is.
But I'm not scared of wolves like you.
When you have the most terrifying experience a parent can go through,
having your child taken from you,
vanishing without anyone caring,
fear doesn't exist anymore.
Nothing exists anymore.
They'll soon discover that I'm an intruder,
so tell me the truth:
Where is my son?
I assure you, you're mistaken.
You were in that car, with that woman not called Raquel.
You had an accident in the place where I found her,
and my son's car was there.
Did you get rid of him?
Was it that easy?
Mr. Doria,
was that what happened?
From one father to another.
My wife and I know our son is dead.
We just want to find him, bury him and let him rest in peace.
- Sir, you have to come with us. - Don't touch me.
- Please. - Don't touch me!
Please, Mr. Doria, I'm begging you. Don't touch me! Please!
If your girl had disappeared,
you'd want the culprit to know he wouldn't get away with it.
Son of a bitch!
Do you know him?
Let's go inside.
- Address? - 5 San Ramón St., Bierge.
No one linked him to me.
Telephone?
Nor did he.
He knew it'd just complicate things.
And Félix had cleared my name from his son's case.
- What town was that? - Bierge.
He went home with just enough strength to look after his wife.
After that, he vanished.
I never heard from him again.
Fine. Now we have all the cards on the table.
Two dead people and two bodies.
Your lover's murder
seems to be a direct result of the death of Daniel Garrido.
But for the police there's only one murder
because they only have one body, Laura Vidal's.
And the suspect is you.
But for us and for Daniel Garrido's parents,
there's another body and another death: the missing kid.
And the Garridos suspect that you and your lover are the culprits.
She's dead, so all that's left...
is you.
What does this puzzle suggest to you?
What does it suggest to you?
It makes me think of the mystery in the hotel room,
of the man you say killed your lover
and then vanished, as if by magic.
Someone linked to Daniel Garrido.
There's someone unnamed who knows more than the parents.
Need any help?
Do you want the jury to believe that this driver lured you to that hotel?
To what end?
To blackmail us with what he knew: that we were guilty.
Why he didn't know who I was and that Laura wasn't my wife.
Details, Mr. Doria.
A jury will only believe your twisted theory
if the details are plausible.
I haven't told you how he lured us to the Hotel Bellavista.
This came for you.
SENDER: DANIEL GARRIDO
I know what you and you little friend did.
The price for my silence is 100,000 euros.
In small, unmarked bills.
Unless I get them today, I'll send this photo
to the police so that they find Daniel Garrido.
At 5 o'clock sharp
both of you are to go to the Bierge train station.
Be punctual.
I'll call the phone booth in the carpark
and tell you where to hand over the money.
Don't come alone, without the money,
or try anything,
or I'll call the police.
The package was sent from Bierge three days ago.
The sender signed it: Daniel Garrido.
- Was this where...? - If it isn't, it looks a lot like it.
Mr. Doria.
Did you notice the moon?
There's a huge full moon tonight.
As big as the hole in your story.
How do you know unless you let me finish?
How did that driver know about the swamp?
The noise I heard before the car sank.
What if it wasn't just the deer?
What if Laura hadn't convinced him we'd crashed?
I'm glad it was nothing.
Thanks.
Maybe he saw something or suspected our attitude,
then pretended to leave in order to hide.
Sure. I understand your problem.
You're trying to lead your story away from Daniel Garrido's death.
- Excuse me? - The driver was motivated by money.
If you focus on the blackmailing driver
and people ignore the poor kid, you'll look less guilty.
Have you got a better idea?
I'm going to ask you three questions.
If you answer just one,
we'll go on with your far-fetched story.
One: Why the incriminating message on your cell phone?
Two: Why didn't the killer take the money if that was his main aim?
And three: How did he get in and out of the room
like a ghost?
Do you see?
You're giving the prosecutor just what he wants:
unconnected crap that will shatter the illusion
that you have a solid story without cracks.
Don't give me that again.
Surprise me, solve one of the questions.
Alright.
I'll tell you what could've happened from what you've told me.
- Please. - Let's go back to the station,
where the blackmailer had to contact you at 5 pm.
It's 5 o'clock. It must be him.
We shouldn't be seen together.
Hello?
I'll wait for you in the Hotel Bellavista.
It's only accessible by using the cog railway around the valley.
I reserved room 715 for you.
Another thing: Leave the cell phone in the bin.
Take the train that's right in front of you.
If you don't leave the cell phone,
the police will discover the body of Daniel Garrido.
I'll ask. Wait here, okay?
- Hello, good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
I have a reservation. Room 715, please.
Yes, in the name of Adrián Doria?
Fill in this form
and I'll get your key.
Did anyone see you?
Did he leave instructions?
We have to wait.
Something wrong?
He just sent me a message from your phone.
I'LL TELL EVERYTHING. ROOM 715. HOTEL BELLAVISTA.
It's a trap.
Let's go.
Adrián?
No, no, no.
No, no. Please.
I don't know where he is. It wasn't me.
It wasn't me, I don't know where he is.
Hold on.
You suspect that Tomás Garrido was the person in the room?
Don't you?
It's a plausible option to use to build your defense,
something the judge could buy.
Tomás Garrido has a powerful motive for committing murder.
If a father knows that the police
are protecting those responsible for his son's disappearance,
he has only one option: force them to face up to it.
And killing one to incriminate the other is a way to do it.
Exactly.
And it worked out perfectly.
Everyone thought you were guilty.
The police, your own wife, and your financial partners.
Tomás Garrido not only framed you for your lover's death,
he destroyed your life and your company.
And only Félix could get you out of jail on a million-euro bail.
Together you set up the theory of the plot
and I suspect he hired me
because he wasn't confident it'd be enough.
Your lawyer knew that if your story convinced me,
it'd convince a jury.
You hired someone to tell me what to say in a trial, Felix?
She's the top person at preparing witnesses.
She retired two weeks ago, but she's taking this as a last case.
And I assure you, she doesn't want to lose it.
The only way you can show that you didn't kill your lover
is to implicate Tomás Garrido,
and that means confessing what you did to his son.
Sure, but that does us no good
unless we work out how he got out of the room without a trace.
And when I came to, there was no one.
Help!
Police!
Are you familiar with the concept of lateral thinking?
It consists of changing the perspective from which
one analyzes events.
For example: in a wooden barn that is completely empty
a man is found hanging from the middle of the main beam.
The rope he hanged himself with is 10 feet long
and his feet are 10 inches above the floor.
The nearest wall is 20 feet away.
You can't climb the walls or reach the beam,
yet the man hanged himself.
How did he do it?
He climbed onto a block of ice that melted from the heat.
This is our barn.
The police photo file on your case.
The answer has to be in the nature of your own story.
I don't know what you expect me to see.
The details, Mr. Doria.
Focus on the details.
They've always been in front of our eyes,
but you have to analyze them from a different perspective.
What if the answer to the enigma was never inside the room,
but outside?
Now she works near Bierge, in the valley,
20 minutes from home.
Being lured to that hotel so far away is no coincidence.
Tomás Garrido set a trap for you.
He could've sent you that package himself
so you'd put the pieces of the puzzle together wrongly
and make you doubt what really happened,
because it was the only way he'd find the missing piece.
Hello?
I'll wait for you in the Hotel Bellavista.
**He couldn't have known about the swamp.
The area where you buried him is full of swampy lakes
and the locals know it.
Tomás Garrido only had to toss a coin in the air
and wait for you to bite.
And you did.
- Was that what happened? - You revealed yourself
and gave up Laura.
Here's your key and have nice stay.
- Thanks a lot. - Thank you.
- Good afternoon. - Hello, good afternoon.
I have a reservation. Room 715, please.
That was how Tomás Garrido
was able to get into the room without leaving a trace.
All he had to do
was wait for you and Laura to go up to the room.
From there he could send the message from Laura's phone...
He just sent me a message from your phone.
...knock you out to keep you out of action,
and carry out the perfect crime.
- Did you hear that? If it was like that,
Tomas Garrido only had to prepare the scene to frame you
and vanish the way out his wife had set out.
He left the money to frame you,
put Laura's cell phone back in the room...
and made sure they found your prints on the murder weapon.
Hello? Is everything alright?
No one's come out.
Hello?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Where did the noises come from?
A suite. Number 715.
Out of the way! Out of the way, please!
Police!
Open the door.
Everyone out!
Come on, out.
Call Forensics.
- Guys, tell Forensics, we've found a body. - Roger that.
The kid's mother was why they took us to that hotel.
All she had to do
was make her husband vanish so that I'd look guilty.
And the police never linked her to you
because Félix erased your name from his son's case.
Excuse me.
Hello.
Confirmed?
One hundred per cent?
Good. Alright, thanks.
The prosecutor's witness?
We still don't have his name, but we know who he is.
The driver.
It means we have to think fast.
- It also means I'm screwed. - Not totally, if you obey me.
Suppose you weren't in the cabin with your lover that day.
You were in Paris, as your alibi says.
Laura rented it, it's only in her name.
So you weren't at the accident that killed Daniel Garrido.
Hello?
The license plate and the other evidence is circumstantial.
Therefore, it was Laura who carried out the plan,
faking that the kid was fleeing because of embezzlement.
We have to convince the judge that you were one more of Laura's victims
and you ended up in that hotel room because she asked you for help.
Perhaps you knew nothing about Daniel Garrido until that moment
and the father is unjustly accusing you of his disappearance.
You want to turn me into Laura's victim?
The only piece we're missing
is a way to link her directly to Daniel's body.
Tell me one thing.
How will you do it?
Hiding an object of Laura's in the submerged car.
We have to incriminate only her in Daniel's disappearance.
Your only crime
will be having covered it up unwillingly.
Where did you sink it?
We'll inform the police about the body's location anonymously.
You won't have to admit a thing.
But no body, no crime, and without a crime,
we can't convince a jury that Laura's murder
wasn't a crime of passion.
We'll get close enough to the truth that you don't get burnt.
How can I not get burnt if the prosecutor holds the trump card?
Hello.
The driver will place me at the crash scene.
Need any help?
Félix has been looking for him to neutralize him.
The prosecutor has no witness.
What's that?
No one's seen the judge.
I made it up and adjusted it in line with
the details you've given me.
Are you kidding me?
Why didn't you tell me the truth from the start?
To find out if you could get Tomás Garrido to vanish from the room.
I've always known he was guilty.
And it wasn't hard to find out that his wife works in the hotel.
Why did you wait for me to tell you?
To make sure I can put my life in your hands, Ms. Goodman.
Where did you sink it?
It was here.
I have something else to tell you.
We thought he was dead, I swear.
Laura had taken it so far, there was no turning back.
If the police found the kid, the autopsy would give me away.
I had to be sure you'd help me stop it.
It's my duty to save you from jail, not from who you are.
Rubbish, Mr. Doria.
And you'll take what I say because you need me.
The kid was virtually dead, I had to decide in a split second.
Don't lie to yourself. You're a murderer!
You're testing me again, right?
So I can handle the prosecutor's attacks.
What you've said changes everything.
Now you're on my hands.
You've told me enough. If I tell the judge this,
you're ruined.
But you can't do that!
You hear me? You can't.
That's what the prosecutor will look for, your despair.
And look how easy I got it out of you.
You want to insult me? Go ahead.
The prosecutor will be looking for that too,
to bring out the arrogant fool you have inside.
That's enough!
Aren't you here to defend me?
Then defend me.
I won't let my record be tainted on my last day.
From now on, we'll do things my way.
For that I need to be sure that there are no more loose ends.
- There aren't. - There aren't?
But I think you're still using me.
Testing your adulterated version of the facts on me, like I'm a puppet.
Which part doesn't fit?
True, it all could've happened the way you said.
But what if it wasn't you
who broke the promise not to meet again, but Laura?
How did you make the police think Daniel Garrido had fled?
See you in 4 hours in the bar
- in front of the scrapyard. - Okay.
- Don't be late. - Okay, yes, I'll be there.
...redirecting small amounts from his customers
shortly before disappearing.
You could've gotten the kid's things too.
Adrián, what is all this?
The kid's wallet.
I got it before I put him in the trunk.
Put a price on it.
You've always had the means and contacts
to change the course of events
without leaving a trail.
I'll take care of it.
That's not true.
- You can't prove it. - Nor you the opposite.
Let's look at it backwards.
Hello.
Wouldn't the pieces fit
if you'd taken the initiative in all of this?
- What are you doing? - Calling the police.
Listen, it wasn't our fault, it was the damn deer.
Are you crazy?
- What if he saw something? - He didn't.
We have to get rid of him.
What if Laura was the one
dragged into a desperate situation impossible to control?
According to this medical report,
your lover had acute anxiety attacks
after her return from your supposed trip to Paris.
Even someone as heartless as her can break down.
That's exactly what doesn't fit for me, Mr. Doria.
That she instigated it all,
would support that you would've saved that kid.
But you drowned him.
POSSIBLE INVOLUNTARY DISAPPEARANCE
And guilt of it bore down on her,
slowly dragging her down.
Where Adrián Doria just received the European Award
for Businessman of the Year.
Until she saw there was only one way to regain her dignity.
She couldn't give those poor parents their son back...
- My companion was there. - ...but something she could do
was tell them the truth.
Daniel.
So she arranged to meet them in the hotel where the mother worked.
An out of the way place to carry out her plan.
She went to Bierge alone and crossed the valley.
When she got to the station by the hotel,
she called you from a public phone so you wouldn't suspect anything.
Somebody knows something.
She made you believe the driver had seen something...
Then why answer the phone?
...and had found her and was blackmailing them.
It was her way of compensating those poor people for their loss.
She hadn't the courage to confess it with her hands empty.
Once in the hotel room, she just had to wait
and put the second part of her plan in motion.
She programmed a message into her phone
as a protective measure.
Laura knew you'd refuse to confess,
because you only care about one thing:
yourself.
You made sure no one saw you arrive at the room where Laura was waiting.
But Laura had already crossed the point of no return.
And when she told you her plan, you lost your head.
When you got her programmed message,
you realized that you'd fallen into her trap.
The reservation's in your name too.
We're going to give them the money.
We're going to tell them where you buried their son
and we're going to turn ourselves in, Adrián.
There's no turning back.
I didn't kill her
and I'll never testify before a jury. Never.
You killed her and you were trapped in a room you couldn't escape from.
Hello? Is everything alright?
You thought the message could be useful to you
and you searched for elements to back your wild theory.
Police!
Are you alright?
Police!
Fine. You want to play?
Let's play.
Why haven't Tomás Garrido or his wife spoken up?
If Laura was going to tell them the truth, why not call the police?
They know you'll never incriminate yourself
by digging up their son's body,
and without a body it's hard to prove a crime.
And they also know
you'd do anything to get away with it,
even framing them for your lover's death.
Come with me.
Second window on the right of the second last floor.
Take a good look, Mister Dorian.
Tomás Garrido stopped trusting the police a long time ago,
and since then he's been watching you
in order to take justice into his own hands.
You assume things you can't know.
- I know more about him than you think. - Why?
You're smart. Work it out.
I want an answer.
When Tomás and his wife got to the hotel
and found out about Laura's death,
they understood what had happened.
They probably studied their chances
and hesitated about what to do,
but with no faith in justice, what was left for them?
Watch their enemy and wait.
All they could do was watch you.
Tomás Garrido became your shadow.
He found a vacant room opposite your building
and took it over anonymously.
Since then, he's had you
and anyone near you in his sights.
Every meeting, every conversation,
every move you've made to get free,
Tomás Garrido has been there to witness it.
And of course he got to me.
Who was he and what was he doing in front of my office?
I realized that he was following Félix,
so I had him watched.
The kid's father brought you to me, not the reverse.
He gave you the thread to pull to reach Daniel Garrido.
This photo proves it all could've happened the way I said.
You're still not listening or paying attention to the details.
The kid's mother was in the room.
She was off that day.
She went there with her husband to meet Laura.
This photo proves that...
This photo is a fake.
It's been manipulated, it's a set-up.
Look at the mirror.
Now tell me:
Do you want my help? For the judge to believe you?
Then admit that you killed Laura.
I killed her.
Adrián, are you there? Your phone's off.
Call me when you can.
The miracle we hoped for has happened.
Here, this is your boarding card.
Seat B52.
Talk to him, it sounds important.
10 minutes break and we'll start over.
I know the strategy for your defense.
Don't worry.
I'm going out to clear my head.
- Do you have coffee? - Yes.
We'll need it. It's going to be a long night.
Okay.
Ms. Goodman.
Thank you.
- Félix. - I've been calling you.
My phone went off. What is it?
I found him.
You were never on that road.
Can we trust him?
Completely.
That's perfect.
How is it with Virginia Goodman?
I had to tell her everything.
- Everything? - Everything.
How do you feel?
You're right, she's very good.
We can trust her.
What was that prosecutor story? The plane noise drowned you out.
Nothing, don't worry.
What the hell was that?
What's going on?
Félix, can you hear me?
- Are you there? - I'll call you back.
Shit...
No one's seen the judge.
COWARD, MURDERER, IMPOSTOR
The prosecutor has no witness.
I made it up and adjusted it in line with
the details you've given me.
- This photo shows... - This photo is a fake.
It's been manipulated.
You assume things you can't know.
- I know more about him than you think. - Why?
You're smart. Work it out.
My wife and I know our son is dead.
We just want to find him,
bury him and let him rest in peace.
But with no faith in justice, what was left for them?
Watch their enemy and wait.
That was how we met, in a theatre group.
You've told me enough. If I tell the judge this,
you're ruined.
Now you're on my hands.
Adrián, are you there? Your phone's off.
All under control.
And the Garridos suspect that you and your lover.
Are the culprits.
She's dead,
so all that's left... is you.
Where did you bury him?
There'll be no salvation without suffering,
and you're not smarter than I am.
SONIA AND ALEX MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
Police. Can I help you?
Mr. Doria?
My name is Tomás Garrido.
I'm Virginia Goodman.
I'm Daniel Garrido's father.
I want to tell you the truth about what happened to my son.