Downloaded from YTS.MX
NETFLIX PRESENTS
Official YIFY movies site: YTS.MX
That's him!
Valentín Esparza! We just want to speak to you!
-Halt! -Stop!
Halt!
-Halt! -Stop! I said, stop!
-Hey! -Stop!
Freeze!
-Halt! -Halt! Damn!
Where has he gone?
-Where? -That way!
Valentín!
Halt!
Freeze!
Jonan! Get the backpack.
Don't move.
Don't move!
Your arm!
I have to finish this.
I must finish it.
I have to.
I have to finish it!
May I sit down?
By this time of day, I'm beat.
I had a baby 5 months ago. Don't get much sleep.
Unbelievable how a baby changes your life.
I'm not surprised that some people lose their mind.
-How old was your daughter? -Four months.
-Where were you taking her? -I just wanted to have her a bit longer.
Your mother-in-law says you went to her house at night.
She heard a noise and saw you running away.
She cried while she told us.
My mother-in-law lies a lot.
She isn't lying when she says the baby had a mark on her forehead.
It wasn't there at bedtime.
A mark from an object pressed to her face. It's the exact size of the doll's eye.
My mother-in-law is a bitch.
You saw the mark too, Valentín. You covered it with makeup
and ordered them to close the coffin quickly.
But she wasn't going to give up.
That's why you took the body, right?
No. That was because they wanted to cremate her.
-You wanted a burial. -They mustn't cremate her.
I must finish.
Finish what, Valentín?
If I don't, this will have been for nothing.
What's it supposed to be for?
Did you kill your daughter?
No.
I didn't kill her.
I gave her up.
To whom?
Who'd you give her up to?
What for?
Tell them not to cremate her.
Please...
They mustn't cremate her.
Who?
Who did you give her up to?
He moves his lips, but you can't tell what he's saying.
Goñi, see what you can do with the sound. Or call someone who can read lips.
Sure, boss.
And someone fix the coffee machine.
-What does it take? -I'm on it.
The river was swollen. It's impossible Mom survived.
I spoke to the judge in charge of the case.
He agrees we should hold the funeral.
-You called Judge Markina? -He called me. A charming man.
I spoke to Father Germán, and we decided Friday is the best day.
-We decided? -Yes.
The sooner the better for all of us.
We can't be sure Mom's dead till the body turns up.
Don't be ridiculous.
They found her coat in the river a month ago.
It was to throw us off. It means nothing.
I think it's a good idea.
We have to move on.
-I don't believe Mom's dead. -Then where is she?
On her own, at night. Barely able to walk.
That is not true!
So what? Enough already!
Mom is dead.
If you need help with the preparations, count on me.
Fair enough.
Amaia...
-Amaia, sweetie... -Not now, Auntie, please.
Please...
PAMPLONA I PENITENTIARY CENTER
I'm merely the stage director of a play that has many actors.
Are you?
In the images of your escape
we see a submissive stage director obeying an old woman.
In short, one missing, the other behind bars.
Some stage director.
You're mistaken, inspector.
It was a male baby, but the rest was as expected.
Where'd they get the arm left in the church?
-Did Rosario tell them? -What are you talking about?
When you came to Baztan,
you didn't stay with your father or at a hotel.
You've a house somewhere.
My mother went there when she left the cave.
Where's that house?
She's alive, isn't she?
What do you think?
You prepared an escape plan. She followed it.
One has to be intelligent to appreciate intelligence.
You and I recognized that in each other.
Just for that, here's a gift.
Listen carefully.
It's a message from your mother.
Sleep with one eye open, little bitch,
because sooner or later, Mommy will eat you.
Open the door!
Open it!
Didn't you hear me? Open it!
He saw your weakness and attacked you. He didn't really have a message.
He controls the guards. They obey him like dogs.
Where are you?
I'm heading there now.
Call the warden. Ask to put him in solitary.
Of course.
I'm really sorry about what happened.
Let's meet tonight.
I'll pick you up.
Inform the prison as soon as possible.
-I have to go. I've got a call. -All right.
Yes, Jonan?
We left all the flowers and bouquets very carefully.
When we arrived today, they'd all been moved.
Everything was scattered.
The cemetery manager says the stone has been moved.
This way...
They moved that, ma'am.
It's empty.
Call the prison. Tell them we'll talk to Esparza.
We should've buried her next to the farmhouse.
And you should stop looking for flesh-and-blood killers.
Inguma killed our baby.
Boss.
-Yes? -Esparza has been murdered.
What?
His cellmate suddenly stabbed him.
He was a quiet inmate. No one understands it.
And the interrogation?
I went over the audio with a speech therapist.
"I gave her up to Inguma, like so many other sacrifices."
Play it again.
"I gave her up to Inguma, like so many other sacrifices."
"Inguma."
One of the oldest demons in mythology.
He kills people while they're asleep and causes the sudden death of babies.
He sucks out their breath until they die.
Let me see.
Thanks, Goñi.
When I saw the empty coffin, all I could think about was my sister's,
but they didn't even bother putting in gravel.
I want to investigate
all cases of sudden infant death in the last five years.
Okay.
Elena?
It's Amaia Salazar.
They're the same symbols
the master used to draw when we sacrificed animals, but...
I don't know what they mean.
I know that my mother didn't die and that she's hiding somewhere.
I must find the house where you met. The farmhouse you told me about.
It's very important that you answer me. I'm begging you.
-Did they ever make human sacrifices? -Don't you understand?
-If I talk, they'll kill me! -Who?
I can offer you protection.
-You can't protect me from that. -Please…
Answer me, please.
Were there human sacrifices?
The only pregnant woman in the group was your mother,
so if you're alive, that means it was all just talk.
I've given thanks a thousand times every time I've seen you.
Elena...
I was born along with another girl,
a twin sister who died of crib death.
Where is she?
I don't know. I found the grave, but the coffin was empty.
No! Get out of my house!
-Elena... -Get out now!
-It's important... -Get out!
-Go! -Listen to me!
At least tell me where the bodies are. What did you do with the bodies? Please!
-Elena, please! -Get out of my house!
PAMPLONA PRISON
He was in solitary. Hadn't spoken to anyone since your visit.
A guard saw he wasn't moving, reported it, and we found him like this.
He has no skin hemorrhages, defensive wounds, or signs of suffering.
Judging from the foam from his mouth,
I'd say it was suicide by something that caused heart failure.
Dr. Berasategui didn't want to die.
Suicide doesn't go with narcissistic behavior.
He didn't want to die?
How can you know that?
He cried while dying.
He lay down, and in a fit of self-pity, cried about his death.
There.
Camera number 5.
He gave him something.
Camera 9.
Amaia!
Your Honor.
Is something the matter?
You left without telling me how you're doing.
I'm fine, thank you.
Remember, you can count on me for whatever you need.
-Thanks. -I care about you, Amaia.
My feelings for you haven't changed...
and they won't.
Your Honor!
Did you call my sister about the funeral?
I said it was a good idea, yes.
But she called my office.
-Did you visit Berasategui in prison? -On three occasions.
Did you mention Rosario's escape and what happened that night?
I tried each time, inspector, but he changed the subject.
I think my mother is hiding somewhere.
And that all this is part of a much more complex plan.
I'm glad that you're starting to understand.
Think there could be a link
between local ancient witchcraft practices and what happened in this cave?
Stories of witches eating children are nothing new.
-They fed off sacrificed innocents. -What did they get in return?
Health, life,
material wealth...
Do people still believe that?
Stop questioning whether it's logical.
Stop judging.
Admit that when something has real consequences, it's real.
Why child sacrifices? How did they use them?
They need children under two years of age
because until then, they move between two worlds
and can see and hear what happens in both.
They must be killed in a ritual.
The most common is to drain their blood,
although they are sometimes dismembered and the parts are used.
The skulls and longer bones are highly prized,
but in certain practices, they use nails, hair, and teeth,
and the powder from grinding their smaller bones.
If a body was stolen, where would they take it?
To a magic place that is safe and protected.
I know that you're thinking of temples or churches, inspector,
but witchcraft isn't the same as Satanism.
It doesn't seek to offend God,
but rather to summon up and worship the spirits.
What spirits?
Aker, for example.
The devil has always gone by that name in Baztan.
Do you believe that?
You're looking at it the wrong way again.
Believing doesn't matter. What matters is the power it creates.
What matters is it has real consequences,
and there are people willing to die and kill for it.
Sonia said Valentín talked endlessly of traditions and the power of the earth.
He asked her to have a home birth,
but the baby was premature and born in a hospital.
Any midwife?
Didn't mention it. I'll speak to her.
It's Iriarte.
In the last seven years, five crib deaths of girls in Baztan.
Social Services opened an investigation in three of them.
Ask them what caught their attention and how the families reacted.
Okay.
Attention all cars. Go to Father Donostia Avenue. Over.
That's next to the bakery.
Montes, what happened?
A woman's body was found.
Her daughter found her.
She'd come from Pamplona. Her mother wasn't picking up.
The doctor who saw her said there's something odd.
Be up in a minute.
Inspector.
At first, I thought internal bleeding had collapsed her lungs,
but look...
Her vomit is full of small walnut shell splinters.
They cut like razor blades.
They must have perforated her stomach, duodenum, and trachea.
When she vomited them up, they lacerated everything.
It's a horrible way to commit suicide.
My mother would never commit suicide.
And she hated walnuts. They terrified her.
As a kid, she made me swear I'd never touch them.
Did you notice anything strange about her recently?
In the past month, she was very nervous, paranoid.
But I couldn't get her to tell me anything.
Thank you.
You're Rosario's daughter, aren't you?
I saw my mother cry so many times because of her.
-Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. -It's okay.
When I was going to bed, I moved the pillow to one side...
and I found this.
It's for you.
I guess they were right, and...
she killed herself.
It's a place where she used to go with my mother.
That's all.
"They know.
I told you they'd find out. No one can protect you from them.
Something is devouring my insides. I feel like it's going to kill me
and it's pointless to hide this any longer.
It's an old run-down farmhouse with dirty walls
and a dark roof.
It's on the Orabidea Road,
and though it's invisible from above,
you'll suddenly see it for a moment when the road curves.
It's a black house,
and I don't mean its color but what is inside.
If you're who you say you are,
if you survived the fate they had prepared for you,
it won't matter if you look for them.
Sooner or later, they'll find you.
May God help you."
Hello, can I help you?
Hello. I'm looking for an old house. It could be the building down there,
-but it's quite new and... -I know nothing about houses.
Your help is important.
-Are you investigating that scum? -Yes.
Have you seen any of these people there?
Yes, I've seen him many times.
I've never seen those two sourpusses.
Could I have your name?
Ana Mari Ezkurra.
-Have you been living here long? -Ask them about Ainara.
Ainara is the only name that matters. Hurry!
Wait!
Good morning.
Inspector Salazar, Homicide Department, Navarre Police.
-Are you the owners of the house? -Yes, why?
I've got bad news for you.
Your friend Dr. Berasategui is dead.
How did you know him?
Our relationship is protected by professional secrecy.
If you'll excuse us...
One last thing...
Was Dr. Berasategui ever with this woman?
We've never seen her.
-Anyone else at home? -Inspector.
You just told us someone very dear to us died.
We need time to take it in.
If you have questions, talk to our lawyer.
The poor woman died from swallowing sharp objects,
and I assure you it wasn't willingly.
Someone made her eat walnut shells until she ruptured inside,
and once she was dead,
they stuffed her with more shells until her intestines burst.
Thank you, doctor.
-We've got the birth certificate. -Good!
Ainara Martínez Batón, December 11, 1977. Daughter of the farmhouse owners.
She was born in the family home, the farmhouse "Argi Beltz,"
-and the midwife was Fina Hidalgo. -Jesus!
The death certificate is nowhere to be found.
-Argi Beltz is "Black Light" in Basque. -Montes?
We spoke to the families investigated by Social Services.
When their babies died, they were very ordinary people,
but now they're all rolling in it.
Pharmaceutical labs, real estate businesses, a law firm...
-They've all been very lucky in life. -Understatement of the year.
There was even a lawyer
with terminal cancer who's now fit as a fiddle.
-The lawyer's name? -Karmele Andía.
Joint owner of the Lejarreta and Andía law firm.
Berasategui, my mother, Elena Ochoa...
What links them is that house.
That group and a couple of wealthy lawyers
from Pamplona, who I think also lost a daughter.
Find anything alarming in the Social Services' reports?
No.
Did you establish a direct link between those families?
No, but it could be a nurse named Fina Hidalgo,
a midwife who was at all the births, including my sister's.
And she admitted to killing newborn babies.
So you're not sure?
I don't have evidence.
Did anyone else hear
-when the midwife admitted that? -No.
Javier, please, I need your help.
I need to get into Argi Beltz,
and I need to see the files the midwife keeps.
If the death certificates for those girls turn up,
their bodies would have to be exhumed.
I'll authorize the search warrant for the files,
but everything else you're asking, Amaia...
Please.
It's true that the midwife's attitude is suspicious,
but you haven't established a direct link between all those people.
You have to bring me solid evidence, Amaia.
I will.
Is everything okay?
When I was 12,
my mother got pregnant again.
My parents were ecstatic. The pregnancy went well
and the baby was born healthy.
But at three weeks,
my baby brother died.
From that day on, my mother only spoke to ask about her baby.
She went crazy with grief.
She tried to kill herself and was sent to a clinic.
She died two years later.
I won't open a grave to unearth all that suffering...
unless you get me a witness who saw them killing their daughter,
or a coroner's report retracting his previous report
and submitting new evidence.
Otherwise, I won't authorize the exhumation of a baby's body.
How'd you get over it?
By forgiving, Amaia.
Forgiving her,
my father,
my baby brother,
and even myself.
You should try it.
What's so funny?
I feel good for having told you.
I've never told anybody.
I can count on the order for those files?
You'll never quit, huh?
Never.
I'm going to kiss you, Inspector Salazar.
-You shouldn't... -You shouldn't say that.
Sure you don't want to add some bits of bread?
I'm sure, Auntie.
Oh, my little girl...
This way.
The patient's records are in the cabinets,
and the certificates and documents...
-They're gone. -There's nothing.
Let's go.
What a terrible coincidence!
You came about the papers, and just yesterday, I decided to clean up.
-And the certificates? -You came to see them,
so it reminded me they were gathering dust
-and I threw them out. -What did you do?
-What you do with useless paper... -Boss!
I lit a good fire.
All burned, and the ashes pulverized.
It seems you're not a lucky woman.
Let's go.
Amaia.
Amaia!
I want the names of everyone who knew we were coming and a list of calls made
from the station, including private phones.
Are you accusing us?
-Someone's been careless with information. -This visit wasn't a secret.
I mentioned it.
We weren't visiting a coke plantation.
We were visiting a house for some papers. Let's not overdo it.
I want the name of who's responsible.
I've shown those photos to the police many times.
There have always been very strange people.
About 40 years ago, a couple used to walk around buck naked.
They had animals and brought a bunch of people for meetings.
They burned pungent herbs and sometimes we heard squeals
like it was a slaughterhouse.
Ainara was their daughter.
She was a year and a bit.
They never bothered about her, they didn't feed her,
and she was always dirty and on her own.
They didn't feed her?
One day I made doughnuts, and she smelled them.
She came walking here, ravenous.
There she is. We gave her doughnuts and milk.
She ate it all so fast,
I thought she was going to choke.
The parents are still the owners, but they're not hippies anymore.
They're loaded and always have visits
from rich folks with big cars and even a bodyguard.
Any day now, I'll see the president.
What happened to Ainara?
One night, I brought some of my daughters' clothes,
and when I got to the house,
I saw a crowd celebrating something.
I asked for Ainara, and they told me she'd died of a seizure.
The child was dead, and they were so happy.
They didn't even have a funeral.
They said it happened on a trip to England, and they buried her there.
Do you remember ever seeing this woman?
Oh, lots of times.
She still comes.
Thank you so much. Your statement is going to help.
A bit late...
You be very careful, honey.
You can't kill witches and the devil with bullets.
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Just a minute, please.
Hey, please...
Wait!
Hey!
Stop!
-Let go of me, murderer! -Don't move!
I know my rights! Murderer!
I'm a police officer. I want a word.
Okay?
Why were you taking photos?
Because those people...
killed my daughters.
I didn't want to have children.
It was my husband who wanted them.
But when they were born and I saw their little faces...
-What's your husband's name? -He's French.
We're still married, but...
now he lives in our house in Ainhoa with some slut he found.
What's his name, Yolanda?
Marcel Tremond.
At first, he was so kind to me,
but while I was pregnant, he met the people from that house
and it all went to hell between us.
-Did he suggest you give birth at home? -I'll say he did.
"The old way," he said.
But we ruled it out when we learned that there were twins.
How did they die?
Crib death.
Both of them the same night.
I cried so much,
I thought my throat would tear apart.
I went crazy, I admit it,
over losing them and...
seeing what my husband did the day of the funeral.
What did he do?
He took the bodies away.
That's what he did.
He said now everything would go well for us.
He ordered their coffins be closed, but I opened them
and saw there were only towels and bags of sugar inside.
I told him I didn't believe the babies were in their crypt
and I wanted to open it, but...
The Ainhoa crypt belongs to his family, and he refused.
After that, her husband was never home.
She followed him and saw he always went to the farmhouse.
Out of curiosity, boss, how'd you end up there?
Looking for my mother.
Yolanda has memory cards with photos we have to pick up.
I'll talk to her.
All her husband's companies are represented by that firm.
-It all fits. -No.
This is the first case of siblings who died,
and of boys instead of girls.
The judge could think she's bitter and wants to get back at her ex.
I know, but right now it's all we have.
Let's get the autopsy reports.
Markina won't approve exhumation if we don't give him proof.
But, boss...
Ainhoa is in France. Markina has no jurisdiction there.
Boss... Well, I...
-What? -We're busting a gut for those girls.
For all of them.
-What are you saying? -That we're on your side.
We're not a bunch of useless squealers.
AINHOA, FRANCE
Okay.
Yolanda's kids died in the same hospital where they were born,
and from what we've verified, there was no autopsy.
Proceed.
Hello?
Yes, it's me.
It's me.
Stop! Just a minute.
Okay.
Thanks for the info.
-Anything wrong, Your Honor? -The judge in charge
refused permission to open them.
That was for another case which has no link to--
Never! Do you understand that word?
Never call me again.
You will never have my cooperation. Is that clear?
Put it back in place.
No!
No! My babies!
My babies!
Javier, let me explain, please...
JUDGE MARKINA
You're back so soon. That's great.
Hello, my love.
Clean the river, Amaia. Wash away the offense.
Iriarte, what's up?
Around midnight, Yolanda Berrueta blew up her children's grave
to see if they were inside.
Apparently, she found an old shipment of explosives
in some mines belonging to her family.
She detonated the explosives, but it didn't work.
She went up to see what had happened
and it blew up in her face.
Two fingers were blown off.
They found another two stuck to the crypt across the way.
And she lost one eye.
I'm sorry, but if the judge finds out that I've spoken to you...
We're leaving now, thank you so much for everything.
I owe you one.
Despite her wounds, the woman managed to crawl
to the crypt and look inside.
Your Honor...
I'll be there.
My ex-wife has always been very delicate.
She was careless during the pregnancy. She smoked, drank,
took tranquilizers, slimming pills...
The kids were born with respiratory problems.
She felt very guilty.
She tried to kill herself twice,
and we convinced her to admit herself to our clinic.
As well as being Yolanda's in-laws,
Lisa is head of Pediatrics where the children were born and died.
If you have anything to ask, inspector, this is the time.
Why wasn't there an autopsy?
It's usual in these cases.
Because it wasn't sudden death.
The cause was lung distress, which was present from birth.
And also she refused point blank.
"You won't cut open my children," she said.
Yolanda is on very strong medication
and confuses dates, situations... She confuses everything.
What ties do you have to the lawyers Lejarreta and Andía?
They are our advisers and friends.
Did they introduce you to the Martínez Batóns?
-They did. -And the nature of the meetings
in their home with Dr. Berasategui?
The doctor ran a support group
for parents who had lost a child.
We were shocked by the charges against the doctor.
He was always exemplary with us.
Thank you so much. You've been very kind.
May I show you out?
What am I supposed to do with you, inspector?
I was wrong to go to the judge.
I wanted a new line of investigation.
Why not come to me, Amaia?
-I'm "Amaia" again? -I give you all you ask for.
Suddenly, you treat like I'm nobody.
How did the search for the files go?
Badly...
Someone warned the nurse. She burned everything.
Someone at the station?
Be careful if you accuse someone.
You can do a lot of harm.
I'm leaving for a few days, Javier.
I have to attend to a family matter.
I need to get away from everything.
Everything?
The investigation.
To the station or home?
Take me to the church.
Why are you going to your mother's funeral?
You know she isn't dead.
I know nothing, Jonan.
-Maybe I'm wrong about that, too. -No.
One thing is screwing up and another is giving up.
It wasn't a screw-up.
It was a mistake that almost cost someone their life.
That woman's crazy.
Markina can't pin it on you.
We wouldn't have turned to the French judge
if he had backed you up.
-I shouldn't have gone over his head. -This is a mistake.
You're not being objective, boss.
You told me that an investigator must trust his instinct.
Investigating is making a mistake and carrying on, persisting,
opening new lines,
fighting like soldiers...
And yet today...
you went against all you taught me.
I can't think, Jonan.
I don't want to make a mistake again.
The coat in the river was a decoy.
We know your mother isn't dead, whatever they say.
I believe that someone warned that Hidalgo woman.
-As for the judge... -What?
-Your personal relationship's blinded you. -How dare you!
I dare because I care about you.
I'd never let anything personal affect a case.
Then don't start today.
Get out of here now!
-Auntie! -Hi.
-I thought you'd be at the funeral. -I almost went.
But you can't go to the funeral of someone you don't think is dead.
I'm not a phony, Amaia.
And anyway,
I can't pray for her soul.
She tried to kill Ibai, and she almost killed me.
One thing is being pious, another is being a jerk.
What do you know about witchcraft in the valley?
A century ago, more people here believed in witches
than in the Holy Trinity.
Think someone might be summoning those forces now?
Oh, Lord...
Ms. Analytical talking about witchcraft in the 21st century.
-They're killing babies... -To make sacrifices,
offerings to evil.
Minor gods that someone is trying to awaken.
Sweetheart...
Yesterday I saw something in the cards that scared me.
What was it?
The cards told me that a good friend of yours is in danger.
Seems they've come looking for him.
Aloisius...
The ceremony was beautiful.
And there were lots of people.
The whole town.
María Rosa told me to give you her regards. She'd like to meet up soon.
Okay. Sure.
Well...
Now we're all together, I'd like to tell you something…
if Amaia can put down her phone a minute.
-I'm expecting something. -It's just a moment.
The world will keep turning without you.
I'm starting a serious relationship with a man.
Well, it's more like we resumed it.
His name is Fermín, and Amaia knows him well. She works for him.
Montes?
-That's right. -If he makes you happy, Flora.
Yes.
He said you're leaving for a few days tomorrow.
Yes, you knew that already.
Excuse me, I have to make a call.
-Yes? -Inspector Salazar?
-Yes. -I'm Etxaide's mother.
I'm sorry to call you, but I'm a bit worried.
Is my son with you?
No, Jonan went to Pamplona this morning.
I'm in Elizondo. Is something up?
He arranged to come home for lunch and hasn't turned up or called me.
And his cell is switched off--
Don't worry.
He must be with a colleague. I'll call him right away.
I'll make a few calls and call you back.
-Don't you worry. -Thanks a lot, Amaia.
This is Jonan Etxaide's voicemail. Please leave your message.
Jonan, it's Amaia. Call me as soon as you can, please.
-Yes, boss? -Fermín.
Jonan's mom just called. He's been missing all day.
I'll call Goñi. He lives near him and can check it out.
He's probably asleep with his phone on silent.
Yes. Do that, please.
-Is anything wrong? -I'll be right back.
-Boss... -Montes.
Etxaide was in his house. Goñi found the door open...
-And? -Shit, Amaia...
He was on the floor. He's been shot.
God! Let's go...
My God!
What did Goñi tell you?
He was going to ring the bell when he arrived,
but he saw the door was open, went in, and found him on the floor.
How many times was he shot and where?
I don't know. He'd just gone in when we talked.
-Call him. -I did, and he didn't answer.
Then keep trying, for fuck's sake!
He's not picking up.
-What hospital is he in? -He's at his apartment.
At his apartment? Why?
They're probably stabilizing him.
Stop!
-Make way! -Excuse me.
What's Dr. San Martín doing here?
-Let me by. -You shouldn't go in.
-Let me through! -Please, don't!
Please!
Let me go!
Let me go.
No!
I'm sorry.
Don't touch him.
No!
Forgive me!
No.
If you want someone to accompany you home...
If any of you can't bear being here, you can leave now.
I'm not head of Homicide for nothing.
Won't take them long to pull us off the case,
so take photos of everything before they do.
-Of course, inspector. -Sure, boss.
The killer fired subsonic ammo from an IMI 9mm with a silencer.
Hence the neighbors heard nothing.
Everything points to Etxaide knowing the killer.
He opened the door. Let the killer in.
They came in together.
That's why his body was at the far end of the room.
And it didn't seem like the usual robbery. There was nothing overturned,
and they only took the laptop,
cameras, hard disks and memory cards.
And the gun.
For a hit man, a clean weapon is worth more than money.
Inspector Clemos sent us the autopsy report.
I can't stand that asshole.
Either he starts writing to us or I'm going to fucking punch him.
He took a shot in the chest and another in the forehead.
From the trajectory, the killer must have been crouching
or kneeling.
Hit men never fire a first shot so low.
The second one could be to make sure,
but this says the first shot would have been enough to kill him.
What are you getting at?
That the second shot was fired to spare him suffering.
Out of pity.
Come on. Since when do you fire a head shot out of pity?
To ensure no more suffering than necessary.
And you know because the killer shot him again?
Yes...
And closed Jonan's eyes.
I'm sorry.
Inspector...
Thank you for coming.
Call me Amaia, please.
Jonan admired and respected you very much.
And I felt the same about him.
Internal Affairs discovered that Etxaide
regularly accessed your computer remotely to copy files and mails.
Of course he did.
He was my assistant and had access to everything.
Yes, but they say that he accessed your computer
the day we went to the midwife's house
and he could have been the one who warned her.
That's impossible.
Montes...
Is it true he accessed your PC without authorization?
He knew all my passwords. He didn't need authorization.
Not even to see your personal mail?
Maybe he did it to install an antivirus app or something...
Amaia...
I'm Marc.
Jonan's husband.
Marc...
I didn't know Jonan was with someone.
Don't worry.
You know he was very reserved about personal things.
But he talked about you a lot.
I'm going to catch the killer, Marc. I promise.
That won't bring him back to us.
No.
He knew, Amaia.
Jonan knew he was in danger.
Did he say something?
He felt something might happen. He left you a message.
-What message? -It isn't a message as such.
But about two weeks ago,
he told me he had something. If he couldn't give it to you,
I should.
-What did he give you? -A word.
He said you'd know how to use it.
"Offering."
Offering and his number.
Is that all?
He said that he trusted you more than anyone.
And that if he couldn't give it to you,
I should remember…
Offering and his number.
Amaia.
Your Honor.
What are you doing here?
I'm so sorry.
-Thank you. -Would you like to go for a drink?
I know the perfect place.
Yes.
Didn't picture you as a whiskey drinker.
Picture me or any other woman?
I couldn't picture Inspector Salazar.
It's got something that…
dulls the pain.
But it keeps your mind clear.
I was at an Irish wake once,
and instead of lamenting the loss of the deceased, what they did was...
celebrate the life he'd had.
They told me that, according to local legends,
wakes last three days
to make sure that the deceased isn't feigning his death,
as no Irish person could resist three days of partying, whiskey, and friends
without getting out of the coffin.
Thank you.
I never saw Jonan drink.
I saw him have a beer once.
But I think it was alcohol-free.
When I met him, I thought he was a bit of a know-it-all,
almost pedantic...
But later on I realized
all he wanted was to impress me.
Later, I saw him questioning some kids who'd been abused
and realized he was a master,
one of those good...
kind people.
That same day, I called the chief
and told him, "Don't dare take him away from me."
In a few weeks,
he'd become essential.
Did you ever tell him?
NEW EMAIL FROM JONAN ETXAIDE
THE USER WANTS TO SHARE DOCUMENTS AND IMAGES.
ENTER PASSWORD TO DOWNLOAD
OFFERING
Iriarte, do you remember Jonan's badge number?
OFFERING1269
Thanks.
Jesus, Jonan!
Yolanda's father confirmed that a year before they were born,
his daughter had a girl named Haizea, who died of crib death.
So, Yolanda fell into depression and dementia.
The judge won't let us inspect that crypt.
Pointless, anyway. The husband ordered the stone replaced.
What a bastard!
All the places of origin of the dead babies
border the Baztan River.
Fina Hidalgo seems to be the link between all the cases.
And she worked in Gipuzkoa, so she likely extended her activity there.
One. We have to prove the link between her and the parents of the dead babies
-so Markina lets us open the graves. -I'll see to that.
Two. We have to check all crib deaths in Navarre and Gipuzkoa,
especially girls whose home towns border the Baztan River,
-which up north becomes the Bidasoa. -I'll deal with that.
See if the families got richer after the deaths. We may find a pattern.
Three. I need a warrant for Argi Beltz,
but I don't know how, so find a way.
Got it.
Good.
Let's keep open minds, not rule out anything.
Excuse me.
I'd like to...
apologize for the accusations the other day.
That's forgotten, Amaia.
And also, I'd like to ask you not to doubt Jonan, please.
The case was reopened thanks to him, and he deserves our trust and respect.
Of course, inspector.
Get going.
Hello?
Marc...
I'm sorry I called you.
-I didn't want to bother you. -It's okay. Don't worry.
I don't know why I thought someone would've cleaned it,
and when I saw it was still there, I froze and couldn't go in.
I'll see to everything.
Thank you.
Yes. I'll wait till they arrive, thank you.
I'll ask Professor Santos
if he can analyze it.
He's an expert in fabric forensics. We work with him sometimes.
It's very weird. Very weird.
I'm very sorry about what happened, Amaia.
-Everything okay? -Yes.
Thought we'd spend the night together.
I've got a thousand things to do,
and there's a judge who keeps asking me for evidence,
so I have to give it to him.
You're never going to stop, are you?
You have to stop, Amaia.
You're hurting yourself.
I love you. I want you to stay here,
but things won't work if you obsess over ghosts from the past.
It's not an obsession, Javier. It's self-preservation.
-I can't rest while she's out there. -Rosario is dead.
I'm not having this conversation, not with you.
If you really love me, love me the way I am.
I'm a searcher. I'm a soldier.
I'll never stop.
Stay...
please.
I've got to go.
I want you to know I'm your friend, and I'm here to help you.
-The death of Etxaide... -Not death, murder.
...makes me think you should know certain details.
You see,
Navarre has always been a land of saints and a pillar of the Church.
But also, and perhaps for that same reason,
there has always been evil here.
We've long been concerned
about the proliferation of sects throughout the country.
Witchcraft and satanic practices aren't a thing of the past, Amaia.
Three years ago in Madrid,
a man confessed that in 1979
he took part in a human sacrifice in a farmhouse in Lesaka.
I know all the open homicide cases in Navarre.
Not this one. The judge declared it sealed.
They find the body?
Never.
And the accuser?
He lives in hiding
protected by the police and Opus Dei.
Where?
Stop just up there.
Father Sarasola. Inspector Salazar.
It's here.
I'd like you to meet Inspector Salazar.
Some 30 years ago, I met a girl here at the San Fermín fiestas,
and she invited me to her house in the mountains, a kind of commune
where we danced, drank and took drugs the whole time.
They had a leader named Xabier Tabese,
a very special man who talked to us about magic,
spiritualism, witchcraft, and...
what he called "the return to the origins."
Is this him?
No.
That's me.
He was very reserved, but...
I have some photos of the place.
Do you know if Xabier Tabese was his real name?
I wasn't thinking about anything back then.
I was 25, had buddies with a marijuana farm,
and a girl crazy about me.
Tabese told us that if we awoke the primitive forces with offerings,
we would get whatever we wanted.
But the more we got, the more he asked of us.
And we...
We worshiped him. We'd have done anything.
Sacrifices?
There always were, yes.
Animals we offered up following a ritual he led.
We held orgies, drank their blood.
We covered ourselves with it.
We felt as mighty as gods, and then...
The parents themselves did it.
They killed their daughter, just as Tabese said they should.
Then he took the body away,
and after a few days, the group disappeared.
I never saw anyone again, but I know we all did well.
In a few years, that group of deadbeats got rich,
very rich.
What happened afterwards?
Years later, my son got cancer.
And at the hospital, I recognized a doctor who'd taken part in all that.
He suggested making an offering to save him, a sacrifice.
I considered it.
But the voice of God in my head was stronger.
My son died a few months later,
and I decided to report it all.
My life went to hell.
I lost my wife, my friends, my work...
I lost everything.
I believe there were more groups in other places.
There was another in Baztan that was going to make a sacrifice soon.
Apparently, they had a girl they were feeding just enough,
waiting to offer her up, but I don't know any more.
Do you recall seeing this woman?
Yes. She was in the Baztan group.
She was pregnant when we met and was…
How can I put it? She was...
quite committed.
And...
During the sacrifice...
Do you recall the procedure to get what they wanted?
She was sacrificed to Inguma. To evil.
It had to be an unbaptized baby girl
because baptism is a commitment to another god.
Why girls?
Tabese said that when Inguma wakes,
he always takes victims of the same sex,
and the same age.
What about the bodies?
They were taken to a magic place.
According to him, older than Christianity and where they left the offerings.
-The forest... -I don't know.
He took her. That's all I know.
What did you get in return?
Whatever we wanted.
-But... -There are no "buts."
We got whatever we wanted.
What happened to the members who left the group?
You don't understand.
No one can leave the group.
Sooner or later, Inguma claims his debt.
We scattered, yes...
But we never stopped belonging.
Fuck!
Shit!
-Fermín. -Amaia.
I've been burglarized. They've taken my hard disks.
-They wanted Jonan's files. -Get the hell out of there right now!
Yes, I'm leaving now. What did you want?
Dr. González just called the station asking for you.
Dr. Takchenko has had an accident and she's in the ICU.
Nadia! What happened?
Apparently, a car rammed her and ran her off the road.
The police told him her car was searched.
The man was in a terrible state.
Thank you.
I'll see you in a minute.
Can you smell Auntie's lentils from America?
Yes!
All right, James, I'll tell her you called.
Take care. Bye.
Why are you cooking this late?
Is something going on that you want to tell me?
No, nothing.
Don't you love him anymore?
Of course I do, Auntie.
We've found him, boss.
Xabier Tabese. Died 11 years ago in a boating accident.
This is it.
He appears in various registers as a "therapist."
We're still looking for more info on him.
It seems that the guy was rolling in it.
Yeah.
Ask the cemetery manager which flower shop sends the orchids.
-Then find out who pays for them. -Okay.
Yolanda?
Don't look like that. I know my rights.
I can take photos in a public place if I want!
-Why are you here? -I'm following you.
-Where? Stop. -Everywhere!
Please leave. You should be in hospital.
Have you seen those flowers?
They look like cribs with babies in them!
Leave. I don't want to arrest you.
Isn't that nice?
My daughter is missing, and all you care about is your job!
Let me go!
I trusted you!
But deep down, you're all the same.
My husband's family, the doctors, the judge, the police...
-All you care about is yourselves. -Do you mean Judge Markina?
He recommended I contact you.
He said you were a great officer. The best.
You'd pull off the investigation if at all possible.
Our meeting wasn't by chance?
He told me never to tell you, but I don't care.
Thank you, inspector! Thank you so much!
-You shouldn't drive in your state. -Screw you!
I took pity on her. I'm sorry.
She called the office a thousand times,
so I told her that if you got interested in her case,
perhaps you could help.
I just gave advice to someone desperate who was suffering terribly.
-You tricked me. -No.
I didn't want her to introduce herself, saying I'd sent her.
You don't let me open graves but send Yolanda.
You refused my warrant request.
You say I'm obsessed with a case but push me towards it.
What is your game, Javier?
It's not a game.
All I'm doing is protecting you,
-but as a judge, I have certain limits. -Protect me?
Yes, this is how I protect you, and this is how I defend you.
But I don't break the rules.
I know what you're like.
You're brilliant,
but I can't follow you, because I have to protect you from yourself
and from your fears.
Come to the house tonight and we'll talk over a bottle of wine.
I can't. I promised my aunt I'd have dinner.
-I have to go. -Elizondo?
Yes. I have to go.
The owner says they change the orchids each week
and payment is in cash.
But it's always a different person who makes the payment.
-Are you okay? -Yes, let's go.
-See you at the station. -Yes.
Boss, I've got news.
-Go on. -We ruled out all the baptized girls.
Five cases have all the same characteristics.
If they're separated, we just need one to authorize the opening.
-Good work. -I'm waiting for two confirmations.
-What's wrong? -Clemos closed the case on Etxaide.
What?
Says it was a drug trafficking thing. East European mafia.
That idiot has no evidence.
He said that it'll turn up.
-What's he mean by that? -Okay.
Boss.
A man out there is asking for you.
Yesterday I received the sample and a note from the doctor,
asking me to analyze it ASAP and only give the results to you.
The fiber is very high-quality silk.
Judging by the manufacturer's signature,
I'd say it was made in England.
However, it's impossible to be 100% sure,
-because the shot damaged it. -The shot?
Yes.
Look.
What you see here is a scorch mark.
A shot went through the material, ripping a piece out.
It's likely that the subject
hid the weapon in his pocket,
and the shot went through the material.
We knew it was a low shot, but we assumed he was crouching.
Well, there's the answer, inspector.
No doubt about it.
JUDGE MARKINA
Hello?
Yolanda?
Yolanda!
Help!
Dr. San Martín will let you know when he's finished the autopsy.
Thank you.
Iriarte and Goñi are on their way to open a grave.
Later they're opening another in Irun.
Meanwhile, I'm still after Tabese.
I've spoken to your sister Flora,
and I've told her.
Thank you.
Wolves don't commit suicide, Fermín.
You have to kill them.
You hunt them,
corner them, and confront them. You win or die.
But they never jump off cliffs.
Rosario cried too. She didn't want to die.
It's all a bunch of lies.
All Jonan's files do is point at all those lies around us.
The grave of Yolanda's children was a lie.
Berasategui in disguise was another lie.
Why did Etxaide have a file on the Basajaun case?
I don't know yet.
But all this is a bunch of lies.
That's what Jonan tried to show us.
Iriarte.
Yes, Iriarte?
Yes, open it.
Proceed.
Overall, she was hydrated.
Organ perfusion was good.
Circulation to the limbs normal.
The skin was in good condition.
Her nails were manicured, her hair was cut...
She appeared healthy.
She had no lesions that might indicate exposure to harsh weather.
I would rule out that she had been in the river.
Thank you, doctor.
Inspector.
You've been looking for your mother for too long.
You've turned her into something unreal,
a nightmare...
Amaia, don't let her become a ghost.
She's just an old woman, Amaia.
Where are you?
You must be happy.
It turns out that you were right.
Why do you leave walnuts on Anne Arbizu's grave?
You shouldn't have touched it. It's for her.
I'm sick of lies, Flora.
Of secrets and fears. I'm sick of them, goddamn it.
I want to hear you tell me the truth.
Anne Arbizu was my daughter.
What?
The father was a livestock dealer I met at a fair and had a fling with.
That was it.
When Mom found out, she said it was best to hide it.
When I had the baby, we'd give it up.
Then it all would work out.
Did she say that?
Did she say "give it up"?
She introduced me to a midwife who'd take care of it all.
But I didn't trust that witch, so I moved to Pamplona.
And when I gave birth,
I had my little girl adopted.
Mom never forgave me.
-Was the midwife Fina Hidalgo? -Yes.
One day...
I saw my child in the square in Elizondo.
I recognized her right away, Amaia.
The Arbizus had adopted her.
Ever since, I've lived chained to this town just to be near her.
Two years ago...
Anne turned up at the bakery.
She found out I was her mom and wanted to get to know me.
She never blamed me for anything.
Those were the happiest two years of my life.
Till Víctor killed her.
You killed him because he killed Anne?
But you knew about him? That he was killing girls?
No, I wasn't sure until I went to see him that night.
You had a weapon. You must have suspected.
You could've prevented it. Done something.
Look...
This is Anne when she was a baby.
Each time I see Ibai, it breaks my heart. They're identical.
I never thought Víctor was responsible for the crimes till Anne died.
Why?
Because of the reasons he chose his victims.
-The reasons? What do you mean? -Think of what he did with the bodies.
He drowned them. He shaved them.
He turned them into little girls and left them in the river.
Don't you see?
Mom told Víctor who Anne was so he'd finish what she couldn't,
like she did with our sister, with you...
Or with Ibai.
I don't know why he chose the other girls.
But he killed my daughter because I didn't give her up.
They were failed offerings.
Víctor was giving them up.
They used Víctor's obsessions. That's how sects work. You know that.
They use damaged goods like you and me.
Why leave walnuts?
Anne said they symbolize the power women wielded for centuries in Baztan.
She said that energy doesn't end with death,
and now it's the only thing uniting us.
I'm so sorry for all we've had to endure over the years.
Good evening, boss.
The two coffins were empty.
The Basajaun's crimes were failed offerings.
Offerings that never came to be.
But where are the other kids?
Fucking hell!
What is it?
Between the '70s and '90s,
there was a clinic in Las Rozas called the "Tabese Clinic."
It became very prestigious due to new treatments
that they brought from the U.S.
The director took the name of the clinic to practice medicine.
His real name was Xabier Markina.
Judge Markina's father.
He abandoned us when my mother lost her mind.
He left a fund for my expenses and studies, then went away.
You never looked for him or wanted to know what he was doing?
I could imagine.
Going from one woman to another,
living like a millionaire, traveling and sailing
on the yacht he ended up dying on.
He combined his work with running groups in Lesaka and Baztan.
He introduced them to occult practices. A witness identified him.
The witness reported that they made human sacrifices.
-My father? -Yes.
Another witness confirms the link between the Basajaun's crimes
and Dr. Berasategui's therapies.
You've done your homework.
It's my job.
And now what do you want me to do?
-What? -Don't speak to me like that.
I can't tell you what to do. I'm a police officer.
I'm giving you facts. It's what you asked me for.
I gave my word I wouldn't go over your head again.
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
This isn't easy.
Never thought my career would end like this.
You're not responsible for what he did.
What future does a judge have when his father led a satanic sect?
Even if it's never proved, the suspicion alone would destroy me.
This needn't affect you.
Let me help you.
You can't.
Yes, I can.
Here.
It's the search warrant so you can get into Argi Beltz.
I love you, Amaia,
like I've never loved anyone. I couldn't bear to lose you.
I'll tell Iriarte and Goñi, we'll head for the farmhouse.
Okay. I have to hang up. I've got a call.
-Yes? -Inspector?
Benigno, Yolanda's father.
-Yes, what is it? -My daughter just left.
She's going somewhere she found thanks to you to put an end to all this.
-Anything else? -She was very upset,
and the police said she hasn't used all the explosives.
-I don't know what she might do. -Don't worry. I'll see to it.
Thank you.
Fuck!
Police! Open up!
Police! Open the door!
It's us, Fermín!
-God! Where's Salazar with the order? -On her way.
-But she sent it to me. -So technically, we have it.
We can't let the same thing happen like at the midwife's house.
Step back.
Got your back.
Yolanda! Stop!
Stop!
My baby's in there. I'm going in, whatever it takes!
Stop it! I said stop it now!
What the hell...?
This must be where the old woman was hiding.
Is this all?
And Amaia?
Don't move! Calm down and drop the crowbar.
No fucking way!
My daughter is in there. Nothing's going to stop me!
I'm going in!
One way or another!
Don't move!
I must go in there!
Even if it's over your dead body!
Are you okay?
-You killed her! -She was attacking you.
She would've killed you.
They're here...
They're here, aren't they?
-They're here. -Don't go in there.
Amaia!
Don't go in there.
You'll shoot me?
Do it, because I'm going in if it's the last thing I do.
I'll tell you whatever you want, but don't go in.
Please. Please!
Why?
-Why didn't you stop it? -I can't stop it.
I've tried, but it's impossible.
Liar!
At first...
I didn't understand my father.
But over time, I realized this is bigger than I thought.
You said it yourself.
You've felt that this is bigger than life.
It works.
-It's powerful. -You killed Berasategui.
He threatened you.
-You were petrified when you called. -And my mother.
You killed Rosario.
You said you wouldn't rest while she was alive.
You wanted it!
Don't go in there.
Amaia, don't look in there!
You are part of this.
I'm just the channel.
The thread that links us to a religion as ancient as the world.
It has roots in your valley. A power such as you've never imagined
and that must be fed.
That's what you think you're doing?
Feeding a power by killing little girls?
The price is high,
but the reward is extraordinary.
It's the real way of communing with the living forces, don't you see?
You're insane.
No...
Don't treat me like that.
Not you.
My mom killed her own daughter.
She tried to kill me and tried to kill Ibai.
What goddamn living forces are you talking about?
Your mother was obsessed,
but that's been taken care of.
I promise that from now on, no one will hurt you or Ibai.
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you get close to me? Why?
I didn't plan to fall in love with you, but I did.
It's hard for you to take in what you see, but you were made for me. I know.
-You belong to me as I belong to you. -No.
All those deaths...
The girls from the river,
Nadia...
Elena Ochoa...
Flora's daughter...
My sister!
-How many deaths are on your hands? -None, Amaia. None!
Each person controls their own life.
And I'm responsible for yours.
I love you and can't let anyone harm you.
Your mother would have killed you.
You can't blame me for having protected you.
What power do you have over those people?
Did you kill Jonan?
Don't ask me that.
I had to do it...
just as I have to do this now.
I'm sorry.
I love you, but...
I have to.
He had Jonan's gun.
We just opened Tabese's grave.
It's empty.
We'll issue an international arrest warrant.
All right.
Hello?
All right.
The town of Hondarribia in Gipuzkoa was rocked last night
by the death of two people in its local cemetery.
The victims' identities are currently unknown.
Little information has been released about what happened,
but everything points to one of the victims possibly being
the well-known judge from Navarre, Javier Markina.
The latest speculation indicates his death
could be related to some of the cases he was investigating,
many of which having extensive media coverage…
There, there…
THE BAZTAN TRILOGY