People know nothing about love.
Nothing at all.
They think that to have love you need to possess something.
A man, a woman,
a body that gives us those intense states of happiness...
But it's not like that. It's not true, we don't need anything.
Nothing at all.
And do you know why?
Because true love is something inside us.
And I'm not spouting some kind of New Age or Buddhist bullshit.
No, no, no, no, it's real.
Love is what we are, it's what we're made of.
But we're always looking elsewhere for it.
And when you finally find your ideal man,
that body you long for, or your dream house,
for an instant, and only an instant, the search ends.
It's over.
And we're free, we relax, and then happiness arrives.
And you mistakenly say to yourself,
"That man, that body, that house brought me happiness".
But no.
Nobody brought you happiness. Happiness came out of you.
Do you get what I'm saying?
- Love is no more than a mindfuck. - Not at all.
It's real, it exists.
But it's not your partner who makes it happen.
It's you.
It comes from you, from inside you.
From inside me?
Yes, but you can only see it when you stop looking for it,
when you stop obsessing.
When everything calms down.
Then you get that feeling of relief, of fullness, of ecstasy, of pure joy...
She must be on something.
And for that to happen...
No.
...you need to have taken something?
But we have to play her game.
Let her think we're swallowing it all.
I didn't learn that reading books or going to spiritual retreats.
I learned it observing my dog.
- Luna? - Luna is...
She's pure equilibrium, absolute peace.
She's sitting there in front of you and you feel a tremendous connection.
But you do need the dog?
More than needing her,
she's been my teacher.
She's taught me how to be calm, you know?
When you're calm, what I've been saying starts to happen.
In the beginning you don't understand it, you even get scared
because it's... an altered state.
As if you're tripping!
So your dog is your guru.
My guru, my companion, my point of reference, my shadow...
And she's a fine creature too.
She's beautiful.
What was the dog contest she won?
- Crufts. - Crufts.
But it's not a contest, it's the contest. It's like going to the Oscars.
Oh, wow...
Or as the English like to call it, "the world's greatest dog show".
And what did she win?
World champion in the "Dalmatian" category.
- Wow... You're kidding me. - Straight up.
Why do you never hear about these things on the news?
That's Spain for you.
"A Dalmatian from Madrid wins in Crufts city".
It isn't a city. It's the name of the contest.
It was created by Charles Cruft in 1891.
- But, where is it held? - Birmingham.
Birmingham, no way! I've been there.
Seriously?
When I was doing my Erasmus in Edinburgh.
- What were you studying? - Law.
You're a lawyer.
- No. I didn't finish. - At least you went to Birmingham.
And I had a blast.
I love heavy metal and that's where Black Sabbath are from.
I had you down as the romantic type.
You should see me head-banging.
So you have a great dog.
And once you win at Crufts, you're highly prized for breeding,
so you only mate with champions, that way you get a top class litter.
That's why I have to take her to Berlin.
We're going to mate her with Romeo.
A Dalmatian with wonderful genes.
That's why I need you to give me back my passport.
Your passport?
My passport.
Only for three days.
Why can't Romeo come here?
What?
- Romeo, the Dalmatian in Berlin. - No...
Why can't he come here?
The males never travel.
The males never travel? That's interesting.
- Those are the rules. - Why?
Because the male always wants to copulate. He's always ready.
- So...? - Bitches aren't.
They're more selective.
Exactly. Sometimes they want to, sometimes they don't.
But wherever a dog goes,
there will always be a male waiting for her, ready to mate.
We're that predictable.
And simple.
Do you get it now?
Absolutely. And we'd love to help you, right, Carlos?
Very much so, but...
It's complicated.
Complicated? It's only three days.
I'll be back on Thursday and I'll return my passport to you.
- The problem isn't the three days. - It's that you're not helping us.
I'm not helping you?
Not at all.
I...
I let you come into my house with no search warrant,
I've told you everything I know.
I don't know...
What don't you know?
It's not you we're after, Isabel. It's your brother we want.
I... I told you. He left for Barcelona.
- Where in Barcelona? - I don't know.
Help us and we'll give you your passport.
- I swear I don't know. - And you don't know where Silva is.
I wish I did.
You should. You were the last person to see him.
At least we have a photo of your brother at Atocha,
but all we've found of Silva is his blood in your basement.
I don't have any idea what happened in that basement.
LAW COURT 7
Are you accusing me of something?
We're just chatting.
I thought we were just going to talk about my passport.
It's the judge.
Help us find your brother, and I'll take you to Berlin myself.
- Yes, Your Honour? - Why can't you find him yourselves?
I've given you all his contacts, I told you he'd gone to Atocha,
you have his photo, his mobile number.
Can't you locate people by triangulating the signal?
It's not that easy.
I know it's not easy,
but finding Piti is your job, not mine.
I'll come now and we'll see.
No, no, sir, it's no trouble...
Of course...
Very good, Your Honour.
- I'm going to the court. - Now?
- The judge isn't convinced at all. - You're shitting me, Joaquín.
I told you it was going to be hard. We only have clues.
- What about the blood on the floor? - Not enough.
What do you mean?
Do you want to convince him yourself?
I don't know how long I can keep her here.
Well, find a way.
Jorge and Luisa have gone to get the dog.
María, I don't want trouble.
If we're going to do it, we do it properly.
If you screw it up... it's your plan...
There's a witness protection program.
- What? - You won't have to see him again.
- I'm not scared of him. - He's a junkie.
No, I'm sorry but he's ill.
We found three grams of cocaine in your house.
Is Piti the only user?
I don't take drugs. I don't need them.
Oh yes, it's true...
Because all that love inside you keeps you on a permanent high, is that it?
I'm used to people not taking me seriously.
I'm taking you seriously.
People have always looked down on me.
Daddy's little girl, the snob,
the fifty-year-old airhead who breeds Dalmatians.
Everyone laughed at me,
and none of them would ever bet a dime on Luna, not one!
But I... I said to myself,
"This dog has something. This dog is like me.
She has a strength, a presence, poise...
I don't care if people laugh at me, or don't believe me.
I know what I am."
But you have to know that we're talking about a possible homicide.
Isabel... HO-MI-CIDE.
Speak to my brother about that when you find him.
You have nothing to do with it?
Nothing.
You took Silva to your house and now he's disappeared.
- How many times do I have to explain? - As many as it takes.
And if you convince us, we might give you your passport back.
Have you looked at the security cameras in the area?
- All of them. - Well there's the proof.
We had dinner, we went home, period.
- You fucked? - We made love.
- Until your brother arrived. - Exactly.
And then?
I've already told you.
Tell us again.
- It's all there in my statement. - Forget the statement, OK?
We're having an informal chat. No one is taking notes or recording.
Come on.
- My brother got violent. - Jealous?
I said violent. I told you the first day and I'm telling you again.
Why did he get violent?
He doesn't like me bringing men home. Because of Daddy's paintings.
Paintings?
TELL HER ABOUT MATEO AND OFFER HER A COFFEE
- A guy once stole a Portocarrero from us. - A what?
Portocarrero is a Cuban artist from last century.
Some of his paintings are at the MoMA in New York.
Daddy loved him and bought several of his pieces
when he was into Caribbean art.
So someone stole from you
and since then Piti doesn't like you bringing men home.
My brother is ill.
And I am within my rights to take home anyone I choose.
Even though you don't need men.
I don't need love. Nor do I look for it.
I sleep with guys and I don't see them again.
Which was exactly what happened with Silva, right?
You took him home, your brother showed up...
They argued and my dog became agitated. I don't like Luna getting agitated.
- So you left. - I went for a walk.
- At four in the morning. - Haven't you ever done that?
And then?
- I've already told you. - Tell us again.
I'm not going to contradict myself.
When I returned, an hour later, there was no one home.
And I didn't hear from Silva again, or my brother.
- Disappeared into thin air. - What?
I mean, they disappeared as if by magic.
As if they'd been abducted by a flying saucer.
- What can I say? - Something that makes more sense.
- More sense? - No one disappears just like that.
I ate him. How about that?
After we fucked I ate Silva.
Like those spiders. What are they called?
- Tarantulas? - No, the other ones.
Black widow.
That's it.
Because I'm some sick woman obsessed with her dog,
no kids, a drug addict for a brother,
so I go with men to fuck and then eat them.
Does that make more sense?
Who is Mateo Barbo?
Mateo who...?
Barbo.
I don't know a Mateo Barbo.
- No? - No.
Well, he knows you. He met you three months ago.
Don't you remember?
I hook up with men four or five times a month.
I don't know their names because we use an app...
same as with Silva.
I told you that the first day.
Yeah, but Mateo told us you tricked him.
How did I trick him?
You had dinner with him, you took him home, you made love
and suddenly... your "husband" appeared.
Your brother Piti pretending to be your husband.
- He told you that? - He told us a lot more.
He told us that Piti made a scene
and threatened to call his family if Mateo didn't cough up €1000.
Why do you always hook up with married men, Isabel?
That's not true.
We have Mateo's testimony. Do you want to hear it?
Don't tell me I'm going to have to call my lawyer.
There's no need.
- You're trying to get me into trouble. - We're just checking the facts.
If you call your lawyer the informality ends here,
we'll need to make an official report.
And then you can say goodbye to your passport.
Look, Isabel,
if we had anything concrete against you, we would have charged you already.
Just listen to what Mateo says and give us your opinion.
It's your word against his, but we need to confront this, period.
If you want us to help you, you have to cooperate.
What do you think I'm doing here?
And we appreciate it, Isabel, really we do.
Because we know that you're not to blame for whatever happened to Silva.
Yes, but you're pushing this.
We have to clear everything up,
and to do that we need you to cooperate, to be patient, and listen to this.
It's better for you, for us, and for Luna,
because I want Luna to get on that plane to Berlin.
Let's hear what he said.
Take your time.
- You want a coffee? - No.
I want you to be comfortable.
Do you want a snack? Nuts? A chocolate bar?
- No. A soda, do you have sugar-free? - I don't know.
Well, then... maybe some sparkling water.
Of course.
She knows where we're going with this.
- You're doing great. - Do we have the warrant?
- Joaquín's gone to court to see the judge. - So we don't have it.
We'll get it.
- And Jorge and Luisa? - Jorge and Luisa are on their way.
With the dog?
You're going to bring the dog without a warrant?
Jesus, if this goes wrong...
It'll be fine.
- She's protecting her brother. - She's protecting herself.
- The two of them killed him. - You think so?
- You don't? - She doesn't seem like a psycho to me.
Did she get to you with her little speech about inner love?
- That's just nonsense. - No, it's not.
Don't underestimate her, she knows exactly what she's saying.
Did you look at the website I sent you?
Villa Nazules.
The hotel with the horses?
It's an hour from here, and we can go to Toledo.
It has horses.
Of course it does, it's an equestrian villa.
It has a spa too. Wouldn't you like a spa?
My son is allergic to horses.
You're bringing your son?
His dad's in Rome. I don't have anyone to look after him.
But...
- We can leave it for another weekend. - No, I'll find somewhere else.
- It's not a problem. - No, no. Without horses.
But with a spa.
If she gets really tense, tell her you're going to get her passport.
That should give us another half hour.
And talk to her about the dog, it's her favourite thing in the world.
We met through the app.
She liked my profile and I texted her.
We'd never contacted each other but in this website you only meet once.
It's not a site for romance and relationships...
Do you understand?
All I know is that it was all a set-up.
I don't know if he was her brother, husband or some faggot,
but everything was planned.
I swear by my kids. I just wanted a good time.
I don't know what to say.
He's accusing you and your brother of blackmail.
Well, he has an overactive imagination.
So he made the whole thing up?
I'll let you in on something.
You men take it really badly
when a woman sleeps with you and doesn't want to see you again.
Is that what happened?
I can show you the messages he left me on my phone, in the app.
- You want us to arrest him for harassment? - Do what you like, I don't care.
You've played me this... this recording,
I've listened to it and I'm telling you what I think.
You think he was pissed because you didn't call him again.
Exactly. And he's not the only one.
Couldn't it be that you tried to do the same to Silva as you did to Mateo?
Get €1000 out of him?
And Silva got mad and told you to go to hell, and the argument...
Wrong.
...the argument progressed into pushing, and then to punches...
and as the dog was barking, you lost your head
because you can't bear your dog being agitated,
and you shouted at Piti, and Piti smashed Silva's head in
with an ashtray, a lamp, whatever.
Then you got out of there while your brother decided what to do,
wired to the hilt on cocaine,
and he decided to cut Silva into pieces in the basement.
Dalmatians don't bark.
What?
- Dalmatians don't bark. - All dogs bark.
Not Dalmatians.
Well, maybe once in a while.
That's why firefighters used to use them,
they could run alongside the horses without making a racket.
But you can't bear your dog getting agitated.
Luna doesn't bark, but she does get agitated.
What does she do when she's agitated?
She gets stressed, loses her hair, the tone of her skin changes.
That's one of the most difficult things to maintain in a champion.
OK, OK. Forget the barking.
Let's go back to your brother smashing Silva's head in
and chopping him to bits while your dog loses her hair.
What do you say?
For €1000?
Seriously?
Do you want me to listen to more bullshit or are you going to give me my passport?
But of course it isn't up to you, is it?
Are you waiting for the boss lady to give you permission?
- What a bitch. - Has she sent any more messages?
- Where? - There, there, there. There.
Or did you think I hadn't noticed?
- Isabel, you're not helping us. - I am helping.
Piti is...
Joaquín?
Not now, I'll call you as soon as I'm done.
- How long? - I don't know.
You are making me very nervous.
We're going to lose her.
Let her go. We'll bring her in again later.
No, Jorge and Luisa are on their way with the dog!
María, I've got to go.
I'm going to use the warrant I've got.
I'm beginning to get angry, you've lied to me, brought me under false pretences.
No, no, no. We haven't lied to you.
We want you to collaborate with us, that's all.
- You've wasted my afternoon. - The return...
I'll only speak to the person who makes the decisions.
The return of your passport is a complicated procedure.
You're involved in a disappearance. It has to be authorised.
- So call the judge. - We have to give him good reason.
I've given good reason.
Not enough.
Is your boss coming in or not?
- Very well. I'm off. - Wait, wait.
No, leave it.
Let her go, it's her dog after all.
Goodbye Romeo.
My dog is young. In six months she'll be in heat again.
Who knows where you'll be in six months.
I'll call the judge.
I'll see if something can be done.
There are a couple of formalities, you'll still have to wait half an hour.
We've no room for manoeuvre.
Wait out here a few minutes, then go back in.
And tell her the judge is thinking about it.
- Any word from Joaquín? - Not a peep.
- Christ... - Don't worry, Rai.
You convince her to wait while we sort it out, OK?
She doesn't trust me anymore.
You're doing great, Rai. Don't tie yourself in knots.
Relax...
- Relax. - OK.
María...
- No, leave the dog outside. - Where?
In the corridor, or even better with the IT people.
Of course, Inspector.
Do we have the warrant?
Joaquín's working on it.
Don't tell me we're improvising.
No one is improvising.
- Where's Joaquín? - On his way.
On his way where?
To the court, Luisa.
- Do you have any idea what you're doing? - Of course I do.
I don't think you do.
I'm in charge here, I'm the one who makes the decisions
and the one whose career is fucked if this ends badly.
We're going to use this warrant until the real one arrives.
I'm going in, I'll talk to Isabel.
In five minutes knock on the door and hand me the warrant.
No, I have no intention of touching it.
No one will notice the difference.
I won't touch it.
I left the dog with the IT guys. They even put on their white lab coats.
Jorge, could you bring this warrant in the interrogation room in five minutes?
- Yes, of course. - The warrant is illegal, it isn't signed.
Shouldn't we discuss this with the Commissioner?
Forget about Joaquín.
- How can we forget about him? - Shut up for once.
If you don't want to bring me the warrant, tell Rai to come.
- It's not that I don't want to. - Tell Rai to come.
- You're getting Rai mixed up in this? - He already is.
Obviously, since he does anything you ask.
He's my subordinate.
And is that why you fuck him too?
- Why don't you request a transfer? - Because I'm better than you.
In what way?
The colour of your hair, the curls, the lipstick...
Or hiding how insecure it makes you feel that young, smart and handsome Rai,
became Joaquín's favourite in just three months.
What's happening?
We're going to do it.
- Has Joaquín arrived yet? - Without Joaquín.
Do you trust me?
Well, finally...
How are you, Isabel?
Any news about my passport?
The judge is considering it.
The judge is considering it?
But I think he's going to say no.
- You think so? - Almost certain.
How come?
Because it was me, personally, who asked him to refuse you your passport.
And why did you do that?
Because I think you're lying.
I'm a liar...?
Isabel, I've been listening the whole time, through there
and you haven't stopped lying, deceiving, manipulating.
You have no idea what you're saying.
Yes, yes... Of course I have, because I'm just like you.
You blame your brother for what happened when in actual fact it was down to you.
- I'd stay sitting down if I were you. - I'm not going to argue with you.
There's a warrant on the way.
Didn't you say they're going to refuse me?
That's not what I mean.
Are you going to arrest me?
No, I'm not going to arrest you.
Although I could,
with the blood, with your lies, your manipulation.
What manipulation?
Taking Silva home to blackmail him as you did with Mateo.
Giving the appearance of being a free, happy, balanced woman,
when deep down you're a textbook psychopath...
Isabel, don't you realise what your true relationship with Luna is?
What is it?
She's your projection.
She's a sweetened, distorted version of you.
A version that makes you compete in dog contests
as if they were for people.
As if it were you winning the prizes,
so you can make up for your own misery,
your bankrupt father with his ruined reputation,
your cocaine addled brother, those unfaithful husbands you once had.
That world that has been so unfair to you
that you think it now owes you everything thanks to a dog.
That's why you share your life with her, you share hotel beds, perfumes,
even underwear.
Feeding your sick ego,
forever getting bigger, more monstrous, more devouring.
Just a moment.
That's why you talk about eating men.
Are we going to talk about that?
But that's what you're all about, that narcissism that drives you to believe
that you're superior, to dominate,
to devour.
So I ate Silva.
No, it wasn't you.
Come in.
What's Luna doing here?
What's going on?
Luna.
We're going to put down your dog.
What?
We have compelling evidence that you cut up the corpse to feed it to Luna.
You're fucking with me.
It's a court order. Read it yourself, if you want.
Please...
This authorises us to have the animal put down
and to examine her remains in search of Silva's DNA.
No, no, no.
Don't go anywhere near my dog!
Leave her alone!
Luna. Luna. Luna.
No! Don't go anywhere near my dog! Leave her alone!
- I want my lawyer. - Sit down.
I want my lawyer! I don't want to!
Leave my dog alone! Leave her alone!
I told you it was crazy.
She hasn't eaten anyone! Leave my dog alone!
Someone should call a doctor.
Let my dog be! Leave Luna alone!
Take the dog away from here.
Leave my dog alone!
- I want my lawyer. - Isabel...
No.
- We can call a lawyer... - Don't you dare harm her!
I want my lawyer!
We can call him, but the warrant is already...
Don't you do a thing! She hasn't eaten anyone!
Are you crazy?
- The laboratory will tell us that. - What?
No one's going to touch my dog!
No one's going to touch her!
No one's going to touch my dog...
You tell me, Isabel.
Are you going to let them gut her for nothing?
If I rip it up now, it's as though it never existed.
- Do you want me to do it? - Yes...
Yes...
Where is your brother, Isabel?
He's in Badajoz.
I beg of you...
Call and tell them not to touch Luna. Please...
Call...
Please, please, please...
Badajoz is very big, Isabel.
I have his address. Call and don't touch Luna.
Please... Please...
- Where's María? - Still inside, with Isabel.
Did you get the warrant?
The judge didn't want to. He says he isn't a dog killer.
No, please...
What did you do with Silva?
It wasn't blackmail.
He wanted to do it with both of us, with Piti and me.
He told us to throw cocaine on the sheets, because when you sweat...
it gets into your body and you get a better high.
I didn't want to, I don't do drugs.
He was a pig.
He acted like a pig, he smelt like a pig.
He was a pig.
Then he and Piti started to argue and I... I left...
Really, I heard them shouting, but I don't know any more than that.
I swear I don't know any more.
When I got home... there were...
Piti had two bags.
- What was in the bags, Isabel? - I don't know, I didn't ask.
What did you do with the bags, Isabel?
He threw them in the San Juan reservoir.
You have to be more specific.
I thought... I know where they are because I took them.
Why does it have to be this way?
- What do you mean? - Men.
There are no romantic men anymore.
Only pigs.
Love doesn't exist anymore, there are no Romeos anymore.
Only in a dog's world, you know?
You were great.
Piti's address in Badajoz. It's a farm.
Pass it on to the local Civil Guard.
Are you OK?
Yes. But we're going to have to cancel the hotel without horses.
What? No...
I promised we'd take the dog to Berlin.
I see.
Do you know of any spas in Berlin?
Subtitle translation: Judith Barclay