El Cuerpo Page #6

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I didn't want to deceive my wife,

but I was in love with Carla.

She left her boyfriend for me.

But I wasn't ready

to tell Mayka the truth.

And Carla got tired of waiting.

She refused to see me any more.

And she vanished from the map.

I went crazy.

I couldn't live without her.

I had to do something.

There was no going back.

I was in love.

And I decided. I went to see her.

I told her it was over with Mayka,

I'd leave her to be with her.

I love you.

But it wasn't that easy.

Mayka was stalking me,

watching me.

I knew a divorce would mean war,

and she'd win.

She'd destroy me.

She'd leave me with nothing.

She'd make me start from nothing

to show she was still in control.

You say you want to be with me,

but you don't want a divorce.

I don't want to be with you

while you're with her.

I can't take any more.

This is over,

I can't take any more.

I can stop being with her

without getting a divorce.

We can have it all.

She could have an accident.

I need to know if Carla's alright.

There's something I don't get.

If you carefully planned

your wife's death,

sure of the toxin's infallibility,

why would she be alive?

I saw you.

Your wife hired a detective

three months ago.

There are a lot of things

you don't know about me.

Mayka's going to L.A. soon.

Her fear of flying

can explain a heart attack.

Someone put an envelope under

my door while I was at the hospital.

Mayka knew everything.

How did she avoid dying?

You saw her drink the wine.

She could've switched glasses.

If she did,

what do you think happened next?

She could've taken a neuroleptic

to enter a state of catalepsy.

Some can be diluted in the blood,

slow down the lungs

and virtually stop the heart.

Once the agent metabolizes

in the organism,

the body returns to normal.

A little twisted. And dangerous.

Not for Mayka.

She likes to play.

And she hates to lose.

Listen, I've told you everything.

Please, ask after Carla.

Jaime.

I'll be right back.

- Who is it?

- Pablo, from Ulloa's house.

Go ahead.

We found plans of the morgue.

There's a route mapped out

and instructions on how to

manipulate the security system.

We're taking all the papers.

- He knew the building backwards.

- Any trace of the body?

No, but we found

a shovel and a sports bag

in the boot of Ulla's car.

In it were a balaclava

and some trainers

that match the footprints

on the morgue's emergency stairs.

Anything else?

We also found

a '32 hidden in a box.

It's unregistered

and has been fired recently.

What the hell's going on?

I've got another call.

What is it?

Angel Torres is awake.

- Hold on.

- Okay.

The guard is conscious.

I'll pass you to the hospital.

We're heading for the woods.

- Jaime.

- How is he?

Disoriented, but I spoke to him.

- What did he say?

- You're not gonna believe it.

Fire away.

Hello?

Yes. This is Angel Torres.

I'm calling from the morgue.

I think...

I need you to come here.

Yes, I'll wait. Hurry up.

He ran out of the morgue

like a scared rat

until he was run over.

We just found them.

They're from a '32,

like the gun at your house.

I don't own a gun.

It was Mayka.

Your wife's dead, Mr. Ulloa. Dead.

You can't prove it. They haven't

found the body, nor will they.

- Because you took it!

- I didn't do anything.

You motherf***er!

You killed her, then took her away.

Mayka wants you to think that.

Can't you see?

Mayka's behind it all.

She set it up with someone's help.

She faked her disappearance

and made sure she'd wake up.

She's f***ing alive!

She's alive!

No! You took her body!

The plans to the morgue

were hidden in your house.

You had it all worked out.

You distracted the guard

to confuse us.

You knew he'd confuse us,

but then he got run over,

so you've been winging it all night,

playing with us!

What does it matter now?

It was set up so that

Mayka would be declared dead,

and I'd confess.

Nothing that happened tonight

was an accident,

believe me.

Mayka has the power and money

to vanish without a trace.

It's perfect.

She left no loose ends.

If it's not too late,

Carla will corroborate my story.

How do you keep justifying

the unjustifiable?

Don't you get tired?

Aren't you disgusted?

Please...

I need you to help Carla.

Please.

Any news on Carla Miller?

There's no one here.

- Any signs of violence?

- No.

The suspect claims

the girl was warned.

Could she have run away?

If she hasn't,

someone's made it look that way.

I'll call you if there's any news.

Tow truck to the coordinates.

Copy that.

I don't know what we'll find there.

I'll await instructions

and tell HQ.

The tow truck will be 15 minutes.

Everything else in order?

- Yes, but I need the traffic diverted.

- I'll tell them.

Jaime's here now. When I speak

to him, I'll relay the info.

We've found a body.

Tell Norma and Mateos.

No one lives at the address

you gave us for Carla Miller.

The flat's been vacant for years.

And the neighbours can't recall

any Carla Miller.

We also checked

Sacred Heart Hospital

and the Faculty of Medicine,

but the person you describe...

does not exist.

Do you know what I think?

You invented her

because you're weak and a coward.

You invented her.

Carla Miller gave you the courage

to kill your wife and keep her money.

Get Forensics to take away the body.

And clear the road when you can,

this looks like a circus.

Everyone, get out of here. Go!

You heard. Everyone out.

Call the judge.

Tell him we found the body

and we can charge Ulloa

whenever he orders it.

Get up.

C'mon, get up. Let's go.

Where are you going?

I know.

It's hard pretending to be

what you're not all the time.

What's wrong with me?

We've been at it eight hours straight,

shut in a goddamn morgue.

How do you expect to feel?

I need help. Please.

Please.

You know what?

This reminds me of my wife.

She died 10 years ago today.

The official version is that

she had an accident.

She was murdered.

My daughter was in the car too.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Ruth?

A call to Emergencies

would've saved her life.

But the car that hit us drove off.

I guess they were high

on some sh*t, or drunk.

They left us there like dogs.

Help! Help!

She hung on for an hour.

Ruth, my love...

But she died a few minutes

before we were found.

I tried to recall the license plate.

Nothing.

Until, years later,

my daughter remembered.

A hotel...

...in Avalon...

...on the Island of Santa Catalina.

It was like looking for

a needle in a haystack.

But I had all the time in the world,

and I found it.

Drive.

There's a little girl.

- Did she see you?

- No.

Then drive.

How could you live all these years

knowing you were murderers?

I want you to see something.

It'll help you understand.

My daughter. Her name's Eva.

I won '1' be with you

as long as you're with her.

We could have it all.

She could have an accident.

Why won't you answer it?

- Yes?

- Mr. Ulloa?

This is Jaime Pefia.

I'm calling from the morgue.

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