Night and Day (2016–2017): Season 1, Episode 4 - Itineraris - full transcript

I'm also writing to you, just
in case you don't hear me.

He was a writer, you know? I wrote poetry.

I tell him that I miss him
and that I want to meet him.

You believe in God?

-Not.
-Neither do I.

But I like the idea of ​​God.
Especially since I know Teresa.

Teresa is a little old.

Every Tuesday and Thursday he goes to mass.

She asked me to accompany her.

Before, he ignored those things.

But now I like to listen to the chaplain.
It makes the head work.



Dr. Abad always tells me
to make my head work.

Have you ever been
to a church just to be around?

No.

My children believe that, because I accompany
Teresa to mass,

I am religious.

But I'am not.

I just ... I like the idea of ​​God.

You believe in God?

He says if we want the beds together.
The reservation is only for one room.

He has mistaken us for a partner.

I warn you that I speak at night,
in case we have to sleep together.

Well, I usually keep
all the quilt.

That if not. I plan to fight
for the quilt to the end.

Many have tried,
but few have succeeded.



That's because you haven't found
a rival to match you.

Go ahead,
I have to make a call.

Yes.

Eh.

Hi honey, I just got to the hotel.
Do you know what day it is today?

No, not now ... You catch me a little ...

D-Day, H-Hour. You can now get tested.

I wanted to tell you this morning,
but you were completely asleep.

Already. Sorry, but I am meeting.

-You hear street noise.
-Yes, I'm meeting on the street.

Already. Are you still mad?

Lluís, I can't speak now.
Really.

Okay. Well, you will call me
when you can bar you want.

-Very well, come on, see you later.
-Come on, bye, bye.

Fuck...

Here it is.

-Thank you.
-Sugar by the vein.

Surely it was just
a drop in voltage.

Oh yeah.

Does it bother you if ...? Now there are not
many people, so I take advantage.

Sit down.

-You want?
-I have left.

Sorry, I did not know.

No, no ... smoke, smoke.
I love the smell of tobacco.

And how do you carry on?

I would smoke an entire forest.
The only thing that calms me down is eating.

Sure, two kilos in three weeks.

He's giving me an ass
that you can't see.

To me, if I quit smoking, my ass
would fall to the ground, directly.

Magda, can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Why have you not had children?
Why didn't you want to or ...?

A child is a matter of two.

And I ... I'm in complicated relationships.

It is not yet official.

-In any case, congratulations.
-Good good...

As I was saying, I have
a meeting with the Security Board ...

and the conviction
that increasing resources

we would have more and better results.

We cannot afford another victim.

We know that it kills older women
who live alone.

Loneliness is probably
a very important feature

in this case.

Our man is probably
some kind of lone wolf

who leads an apparently normal life.

That goes unnoticed,
without real friends.

Kind but distant.

About modus operandi,
there are 4 types of psychopath.

Fishermen:

that they move to a
different city from their own to act.

There are also simulators,

who take on a role or create a situation

to deceive and attack the victim.

And then we have the opportunists,
who do not seek,

but they find
the moment to act.

But none of these is our man.
Our man is a hunter.

Methodical, patient ...

And its territory is Barcelona.

It is a predator that enjoys
the pleasure of hunting. Waiting.

Like a hidden animal
spying on its prey

until he decides to attack her.

I like routine.

Many people live thinking
that they don't want routine.

My children, for example. Both divorced.

They were bored, they say.

And now, both bitter.

And all for not knowing how to take care of the routine.

I like to know what I will do every day.

Tuesdays, for example.

Tuesday is the day of going to the market. Yes.

At the Trini stop they
have prawns from Palamós.

I really like the Costa Brava,
I have lived there a long time.

My parents had a farmhouse.

I spent many years painting there.

Because that's what I did
before I retired. I painted pictures.

Now I can no longer paint,
my pulse fails.

On Wednesdays I go to see Dr. Abad.

Every time he prescribes more pills for me.

But he always does it with a smile.

He says that laughing makes life longer.

On Thursdays it is time to go to the pensioner's home,
to play cards with Teresa.

I do not care, lose or win.

What I like is the company.

So I started to accompany her
when she went to mass.

Not that I believe in God, huh?

But I like to listen to the chaplain.

You believe in God?

I don't know ... I don't know where he got
his name, or how he knows who he is.

I haven't said a word about Pep.

-You know something, right?
-No, why should I know?

Because Dad tells you everything, Sara.

Than?

-Will you keep my secret?
-Yes, I promise you.

I swear.

A few days ago, after the dinner
we had at home,

when he got home he saw
that you had fallen asleep

and pretended to have forgotten the keys.

I want to die. Really?

Something worse happened to me
when I was 17 years old.

-Worst?
-Yes.

The ones who caught me in bed
were not my parents,

they were his, they were very religious.

Shocked, they called my parents
to tell them what had happened.

-Fuck me ... What the hell ...
-I swear.

The boy was the boyfriend
of a friend of mine, from my class.

And what did your parents do?

Sermon me
and punish me for a month without leaving.

You just made it up, right?

Why would I have to make it up?

To strain me what you want to tell me:
that dad has not taken it so badly,

and all he has done is try to make me ...

I don't know, Sara, it's just ... I don't get
inside talking about those things.

And I'm not going to let you enter Facebook,

I don't want him to be on top of me, no.

-Wait, wait, wait ...
-What?

An eyelash. Wait...

Now.

Make a wish.

Granted.

You will be a cool mother.

-Do you believe?
-Yes.

I wish Dad was like you.

His watch has stopped
and someone has to wind it.

Too bad that with Lluís's partner
nothing at all, right?

No.

We'll have to find him another.

Yes.

Clara, please.

Can you tell me what just happened here, now?

Bye. Yes Yes.
A big hug for you too.

Fantastic! It can already be known.

The General Meeting of the association
has approved it.

I am proposed as a member of the General Council.
You realize? It is the ...

It is your great opportunity.

It is a great recognition.

Especially since
my colleagues from the Judiciary have proposed it .

The curtain opens: Judge Fermí Cases
goes to the capital.

There will be many
late Friday meetings .

Of those that arise without knowing how.

Friday meetings will continue
with Saturday lunches.

With a glass and cigar, if necessary.

And after so many meetings,

On Sundays, Fermí will have to rest.

In Madrid, of course.

And in the last crescendo,
me as the protagonist,

playing the piano, while you
let off steam in Madrid.

The curtain closes.

You go?

Everyone has congratulated me.
All but you.

Thank you.

-Do you know what day it is today?
-Yes ... our anniversary.

Yes.

37 years.

You already have a ring. What else do you want?

Nothing.

-Ball, horse, apple.
-Again.

Ball, horse, apple.

Again.

Ball ... horse ...

Apple.

Very good. Now tell me.

If you have 30 coins and you give me 3,
how many do you have left?

27.

What if he gives me 3 more?

24.

Say the 3 words
I said to you before.

We're done?

I am tired and I want to go home.

Are you missing a lot?

No, why?

It is that I have the car in the workshop
and it was in case you could take me.

But if it doesn't go well, I'll take the bus.

Yes Yes. Yes, yes, no, of course ...

I turn off the computer and accompany you, of
course I do.

Your daughter?

No, it's ... it's Itziar.

-My wife.
-Fuck, sorry.

Not calm.
It's from when I was 17 years old.

This is Miren.

They are nailed.

A bad day?

Yes. All I want to do is go home,
sit on the couch,

throw me out and watch a shit show like that

to fry my brain.

Listen, if you want, in the car,
I can make you a little dog. A log.

-Nerd. It's been a long time since ...
-Come on, a beer.

In any case,

"Madama Butterfly" is still
a conventional melodrama

which bases its effectiveness on tragedy

that condemns forbidden love

of two characters from different cultures
and social backgrounds.

A narrative structure that, on the other hand,

we see repeated ad nauseam also
on television serials.

Although naturally changing the ending.

So what you want is to spy on your daughter.

Not spying on her. What I want is to see
that nothing happens to him, I don't know.

Well, if he doesn't want you to enter
his Facebook, you have it raw.

-But there are options.
-Oh yeah?

I do not know...

Do you remember that
James Stewart movie , the Hitchcock movie,

that he was in a wheelchair and spent the day
spying on his neighbor?

That in the end he discovered the murder.
"The indiscreet window".

That. Well, I can make you
like James Stewart.

That you look through the window
without the killer noticing.

Stop talking about my daughter
in terms of murders.

Saving the distances,
is what you want to do. Yes?

-Yes ... I don't know ...
-I don't know ...

I do not know i do not know...

-How would you do it?
-20 euros.

-You charge me?
-Only for the raw material.

He turns his head at 5:15.

Than?

As if you were clockwise.
Eye contact.

It is a technique for flirting.

-Man ...
-You trust me.

I lay next to him
waiting for the dawn ...

Hello, beautiful, will
you give me a place, please?

-I'm Pol. -Bet.

Charmed.

Look, I am with my friend, the
one over there, the one with the beard.

You will see how he is excited.

I do not know, this is all
excited, except me.

Oh yeah? And what about
the ring he gave you?

The more I think about it, the less it fits me.

A birthday present
3 weeks before? Did I close?

I don't know why I let you talk
me into booking a table.

A romantic dinner always goes well.
Come on, call her back.

And on whom does
everything in Madrid depend now ?

From Congress and Senate. 12
of the 21 members have to be judges.

Are there no clean underpants left?

Yes. Yesterday I put a washing machine.
They are already in the drawer.

Now it's about getting points

to be one of the chosen ones in the voting.

Anyway, let's not get our hopes up.

The rest of the candidates are very good.

I bet what you want
they are not so handsome.

Surely
those who have to vote do not take it into account .

Can you imagine that I could go
to another city ...?

I love Madrid.

What is the name of that square
in the center,

which has a very large theater,
and is full of bars?

-Santa Ana.
-This one, yes.

-We used to go with my ex.
-Which of them?

Oscar. By working things
we were going often to Madrid.

Well, if everything goes well, now
you will often go back to Madrid.

I could go see you on the weekends.

And on Sundays go to the Rastro.

And then we could even go for a
boat ride through the Retiro.

As if we were 15 years old.

Are you staying for dinner?

Forgives...

It's Mercè. This is the third time she calls.

Maybe you should answer.

-To make me more dizzy? No, no ...
-Come on, don't talk like that, man ...

Every day that passes is worse.

She is convinced that Madrid

it is a way of being able to lose sight of it.

And I will tell you something: you are right.

I do not know what makes me more excited,
if occupying this position ...

or being able to walk down the street with you,

without us having
to hide from anyone.

I've been holding it for 37 years, Magda.

37 years. A lifetime.

And in exchange, only reproaches and bad faces.

No ... I think I've done
enough for her,

that I deserve, that I have the right
to live happily what I have left of life.

Do you want me to leave her?

I will never ... never ask you
to leave your wife.

-But I want us to be together.
-We are together.

Yes? Who?

Hello Goodnight.
I am from here, from the parish.

We are making a collection
to help the poor children in the neighborhood.

Would you be so kind to open up, please?

Sorry, keep going.

I didn't want to say anything in front of them
without consulting you,

but seeing the predisposition that they have
to close the agreement,

I think we should get

that the State finance us
20% of the land purchase.

That means that we would have
to invest 3 million more.

But the return we
would have would be almost 5.

Clara, we're still talking about it
tomorrow morning, okay?

Yes.

This wine is ...
what did you say it was called?

Khalif. From the Fez region.

By Fez.

Cast?

A reflex act. A custom
with the old schoolmates.

But do you plan to tell me
or will you continue to play the mystery?

It is nonsense. We did it
when we went out at night.

And did it work?

Not much, really.
But tell me about yourself.

And what do you want me to tell you?

We have been working together for 3 months
and I know practically nothing about you.

Ask me whatever you want.

Wine makes me let my guard down.
And I have a drink more than you.

Insurance?

3 to 4, for the moment.

-Than?
-What of what?

Where did you come from?

My father has a pastry shop in Sabadell.

My mother helps her and in the afternoon she
works in a clothing store.

-And now, full of masters.
-I haven't had it easy.

This time it's me.

Yes?

No, no, now I can't speak.

No, well, stop calling me, dammit.

A heavy one.

This morning he called me at 3.
And the same before yesterday.

Another broken heart ...

Boyfriends step. I have other priorities.

Welcome to the club.

3 to 5. Do you give up or do you want to continue?

Justin Bieber, One Direction, David Guetta,
Bruno Mars, Pitbull...

If you had to choose one of these,
which one would you choose ?

Bruno Mars, from calle.

Now the same, but with actors.

Robert Pattisson, Zac Efron,
Daniel Radcliffe, Chris Evans...

Stop stop Stop. One. Only one.

Zac Efron. It tastes great.
Don't you know who it is?

No. We are more of Hitchcock.

Do not know him. It's good?

-Thank you, Bet.
-It is done? That's it?

Yes, I think so. Thank you.

Geeks ...

Can you explain that to me?

I have taken advantage of one of my profiles
and I have changed the name.

He only has 200 friends, but it will do.

Let's see if I understand it. Are you creating
a fake Facebook profile for me?

Technically it's mine, but I give it to you.

Ah Very friendly.

If you want your daughter to accept you,
you will have to infiltrate.

-This is you?
-Right.

A Carnival in Sitges 3 years ago.

It is a long story. But epic.

The question: now we clean
the wall a bit,

We hang things from these guys
we don't know who they are, and voila.

From now on, on the internet,
you are not Aitor Otxoa. You are Bruno Effron.

Than? Do you like

Who?

My cousin. Handsome, huh?

And he doesn't care that I ...?

No, he died a couple of years ago.
Motorcycle accident.

A bitch.

Well, do I ask your daughter for friendship or what?

I don't know, I don't know if it's a good idea. I dont know...

I ask you what I have to do,
but I already did it.

And I ask you what I have to say,
but I already said it ...

Send.

-Eh.
-Eh.

-What do you do?
-Nothing, here taking the air.

Insurance?

Yes, yes ... 9 to 10.

I have beaten you.

But my last glass
was fuller than yours.

Very good. Tie.

You come in ... and we tie off?

One more drink
and you'll have to put my pajamas on.

Uy ...

Shall we meet ... tomorrow at 8
for breakfast?

If you have problems with your pajamas, call me.
I take to catch the dream.

Try to rest.

You too.

Good night.

Good night.

Lluís ...

I wake?

Yes. I had fallen asleep on the couch.

It's just that I've been together until now.

So late?

Here is one hour less. What did you want?

Nothing, know ... how it went.

Well, tomorrow we have a meeting
with businessmen and people from the Ministry.

In two or three days we close it.

Are you not angry anymore?

I'm not feeling very well.
I don't know, I need to rest.

I guess my body asks me to.

-Maybe he's saying something to you.
-Maybe yes.

Sara...

I ... I'm so sorry about everything that's happened.

I promise you from now on ...

I want us to be well,
and I want to make you happy.

I want this above
anything else in the world.

Thank you for telling me.

I have not yet been tested.

No hurry. This will be safer.

Good night.

Goodnight Sweetheart. I love you

Did you have fun?

I have called you 20 times.

With all the fuss,
I haven't seen the calls.

He had reserved a table for two
at Els Quatre Gats.

It's the first place where you took me to dinner,
remember?

I was wearing a blue dress.
And some beautiful shoes.

He had very nice legs, then.

I told you, I haven't seen the calls.

You didn't stop talking throughout the dinner.
You wanted to seduce me.

Was not necessary to.

I liked you from the first day
I saw you in college.

I saw you and thought, "It's him.
He's the man of my life."

My friends were laughing at me.
But what did they know, they ...

-I'm very tired. Sorry.
-You know what makes me more angry?

Your attitude of "I'm sweating
you to reserve a table ...

to celebrate our fucking anniversary. "

That you stand there looking
at me with that disgusted face.

It doesn't matter to you.
The only thing that interests you is ...

Look at me when I talk to you!

You know it wasn't my idea,
this dinner shit.

Fatima has convinced me.

For a moment it made me hesitate ...

M.

M, what ...

Fermí?

Shit!

This is how I feel by your side.
Like shit.

I want the divorce.

Do you want to stop calling me,
asshole?

Forgives?

With whom I speak?

Who you are?

Shit.

Shit, shit ...

What happened? Who was?

I thought it was my mobile, I swear.

It is the first time that it happens to me.

Come on, come on, it will be a moment.

-What happens?
-Let's see...

Nothing, that Mercè has proposed
that I work more hours for her.

-Pity.
- Too bad for what?

Because you have Dimas.

But that shouldn't be a problem.

-Can you combine everything?
-I'd have to leave Dimas.

But it will pay more for me.
Mercè offers me a good salary.

We open the door!

I forgot the open fire.

Luckily,
there are still good people in this world ...

who sacrifice themselves for others.

If it hadn't been for that boy,
I'd already be in the other neighborhood.

I do not believe in God,
nor in the guardian angels.

But that boy ...
looked like an angel from heaven.

It's okay?

Good?

Fallen from heaven to get me out
of that hell.

They took me to the hospital
and called my children.

Now they say it is not
the first time this has happened to me.

They say I recently got lost
going home.

I do not remember.

But my children ... what will they know about me.

Teresa, on the other hand, does know me.

I wanted her to go tell
the judge that I'm fine,

but I have been calling him for two days
and he does not answer the phone.

Perhaps my children have eaten his head.

And you have been led to believe that it
is best if I am incapacitated.

And she has believed them.

It sure is that.

Well, I can't forgive that.
I will never call her again.

Let them call her my children, if she believes them so much.

You have children?

-What is it?
-A partial footprint.

Will you leave me for another?

Pills...

Do what you want.
It remains a bitter life.

Look, you've liked it.

And this red mark
around the lips?

We have the images.

If we were to make them public, we could ask for
citizen collaboration.

-Grandmother, dad is on TV.
-A patrol has arrested an uncle.

-You sent a guy to the hospital.
-He was a bastard who deserved it.

If I have problems
with my wife because of you, you will have fun.

-What a fool you are.
"Open the door, you son of a bitch!"

Our ties are indestructible,
right, Fermí?

You will say

-Forgive me, forgive me.
-Forgive me, forgive me.

What the fuck are you playing at?

I have made it so you can see
what I am capable of.

Open it!