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["Ay Pena, Penita" by Luisa Ortega playing]

[piano keys tinkling]

["Ay Pena, Penita" by Luisa Ortega continues]

[man whistling]

[Ay Pena, Penita" by Luisa Ortega playing on car stereo]

[engages parking brake]

-[music stops] -[man groans]

[whistling]

[grunts]

[trunk slams]

[breathing heavily, straining]

-[doorbell rings] -[man] Isabel! Are you there?

[doorbell continues ringing]

Isabel? Are you there?

I, uh, brought you some gifts!

Oh, good, there you are, I really have to use your toilet!

Isabel!

[sighs]

[man whistling in distance]

[man] Isabel?

[gasps for air]

[breathing heavily]

[tense music playing]

-[whistling] -[door opens]

Hi Ceferino. How'd you get in, I thought I closed the--

I promised to help with your garden,

so I'm here to keep my promise, and give you a present.

-[gasping for air] -[plastic ripping]

I need a restroom. They changed my medication, I really have to go.

-Real quick! -[hesitates] No, you can't go in.

-Huh? -Um. My toilet isn't working, so, uh…

-You've got two, I'll use the other. -Really, Ceferino?!

[gasping]

A student will be here soon. I should put on clothes.

Just come another day.

Come another day? After all I got ready for your garden?

I know, but not today, all right?

EMERGENCY SOS CALL 112

EMERGENCY CALLING

-[line ringing] -[Beltrán groaning]

[operator] 112, what's your emergency?

Ah! By the way, uh, you know what's playing this week?

"Aida de Verdi," on Thursday!

-One for me, one for you! -Okay, great. Thursday, all right?

-[gasping] -[operator] Hello? Hello.

[Beltrán groaning]

-Okay, see you then. -Okay! Oh, you'll love it.

-Make sure that rose goes into water. -I will.

All right, I'll see you then, huh?

[whistling]

-[Beltrán struggling to breathe] -[operator] Sir, are you there?

Please, stay calm and try to tell me your name.

Do you know where you are?

Sir, let me know if you're there. Can you hear me?

Hello?

Are you still there? Sir, can you hear me?

-Hello? -[ends call]

[Isabel] Oh, my lord. What have I done?

[somber piano music playing]

TWO GRAVES

[somber piano music ends]

TWO GRAVES

[underwater rumbling]

[breathing heavily]

-[coughs, grunts] -[thud]

[lid creaks]

[squelching]

[man on TV] That's today on "El Tardeo with Carlos Jaén," aka me,

and the amazing, incomparable Nuria Vázquez!

-Let's hear it for her. -[audience applause]

[Carlos] Okay, let's start. Here we go, Nuria.

What's in store today?

-[Nuria] It's gonna be a tornado, so… -[both] Let's get ready to go!

-[audience cheering] -[meat squelching]

[Carlos] Yeah!

[Beltrán] That's it! They would get high as fuck,

and fuck whoever they felt that night.

[upbeat music playing on TV]

[Beltrán] Is that what you wanted to hear? Huh?

Verónica was with Carlos Jaén! You like that?

[screams] Shut up!

[Carlos] Before the game starts, let's review the rules.

Okay, we'll call a random person and they have to say,

"Yes, Carlos. I want the jackpot!"

[Carlos] If whoever we call says that phrase, they win!

[Núria] All right, sound team, please patch us into the phone call.

-[line ringing] -[cellphone rings]

PRIVATE NUMBER

[cellphone continues ringing]

[Carlos] They're takin' a while.

[Nuria] If you're at home and your phone's ringing, pick it up,

you could win some money!

[Carlos] Uh, we'll wait a bit longer, but ma'am, if you're there, please answer.

[breathing shakily]

-Um, hello? -[man] Isabel Luque?

-[Carlos and Nuria] Aw! -[audience] Aw!

-[man on phone] Ma'am? -[shakily] Yes?

[TV chatter continues]

[man] I'm calling from the Civil Guard station.

I don't know how much she drank, but the bottle was empty when we found her.

After that, she decided to throw some rocks at our heads.

Oh, officer, I'm sorry.

-I won't put it in the report. -Uh-huh.

All the same, I need to be clear, I will next time.

I understand.

Lupe.

Lupe, sweetie.

Lupe.

Wake up.

[wind chimes tinkling]

I'm not your dad, I'm not gonna be shocked by teenagers drinking.

But tell me what happened.

[sighs]

Those grades? You know, the ones that we celebrated over?

I faked them all.

[fire crackling]

Failed all my classes, didn't take the exams.

That's the look, all right. The look that says, I'm not Verónica.

Come on, Lupe, I don't compare you to her.

Please, you know that you do.

You, and everyone else at school.

"Verónica's smarter." "She's not as pretty as Verónica."

-I swear, all they talk about is Verónica! -Lupe, no, don't talk like that.

And if I wanna talk like that?

No one's comparing you, we just miss her. Not because she was perfect,

because we loved her, that's all. Okay?

Yeah, I know. After all, she was your favorite granddaughter.

You flat-out call her that in your phone.

Uh, well she wrote that, I wouldn't, uh…

Yeah? You wouldn't? Oh, sure.

Then why are all of your photos of her?

I'm not on here… Am I?

Uh, there are others around. There's one in the foyer.

One of the two of us, and none of me alone, right?

[Lupe sniffs]

Out of curiosity…

Which one of us would you prefer to die?

Lupe, that's a pointless question, you know that.

You see? Can't even answer that one!

Lupe, listen, okay?

The one who ruined our lives wasn't Verónica, you know that,

so don't you ever forget that her killer's the one to blame!

Uh-uh. It's all 'cause of her that my life is bullshit.

-Lupe… -[door opens]

[door closes]

[poignant music playing]

[radio host] You can see it, Toñi.

It's already March and it hasn't rained a single drop yet.

[woman] You're right, Manolo.

It used to rain in winter and now it doesn't.

-[Manolo] It doesn't rain at all. -[doorbell rings]

[wind chimes tinkling]

[man] Hello Isabel.

What are you still doing here?

Uh…

Well, can we talk? It's important.

It's regarding a student of yours, Beltrán Gómez de los Ríos.

All right.

[radio chatter continues]

My colleagues asked me to give 'em a hand, even though it's not my assignment.

But he's been missing for several hours and the family's getting worried.

Last time they saw him was when he left his house to come here.

He, uh, tell you anything?

-Uh, me? -Uh-huh.

Well, why would he tell me?

I dunno, he could have mentioned something to you during class.

Told you what he was doing after?

Well, uh, the lessons are for music. So we don't talk much.

You don't know anything, or, uh…?

I don't know him well, so, uh… no.

-[Miguel] Right. -Although, uh…

Today, he was… he was acting rushed while going over the lesson.

Wanted to take off early.

-[Miguel] Mhm. -Do you think he was meeting someone?

All we have to go off right now is a recording of his 112 call,

around 10:30. And it was right after your class.

Hmm. Well, like I told you, he left early.

We tried to play some of Chopin's Mazurkas,

but it was impossible.

Did he say anything?

Huh?

Beltrán. On the phone call.

No. No, no.

Actually, we did try to trace the call, but the, uh…

antennas aren't precise, you know? Not exact, so…

They said it was around here somewhere.

Not many people live around here, right?

Yeah… Very peaceful, I'd say.

Well, I'll leave you alone.

-Looks like you're cooking for an army. -Huh?

Oh, yeah. My chest freezer broke on me, but, uh…

No food-wasting on my watch.

Hm.

[radio chatter continues]

By the way, uh, my co-workers told me about the, uh, incident with… uh, Lupe.

She doing all right?

I've never been a fan of psychologists,

but I think it'll do Lupe good to be in touch with a specialist.

She needs help.

No, Lupe doesn't need that,

I'd say she needs to find some justice for her sister.

-[somber music playing] -[church bell ringing]

[engine accelerates]

[honks horn]

[Isabel's car starts]

[man] You like the ocean, Isabel?

[Isabel] It terrifies me.

My granddaughter loved it.

At least that's what I thought.

What about Marta?

What was she like?

Verónica's mother died when she was just a girl.

Um… It was very hard for her.

We were very close, we always spent time together…

I thought I knew her well.

And now, I don't know if I did.

How well did you know Marta?

She was growing up.

So she liked to go out with Verónica and her friends.

Of course, my wife said I couldn't keep her locked up at home all day.

That, um, what I'd done in the past wasn't her fault, you know?

But she was still too young. [sniffs]

I saw her…

I saw her the day before she was murdered, combing the hair of one of her dolls,

like when she was a little girl.

And if you found her murderer, what then?

[sinister music playing]

What are you trying to say?

[gulps]

After they went to the fair, the two of them went to a party.

It wasn't the normal kind that they went to.

Apparently it was a party with big names: Soccer players and celebrities.

They'd take young girls and give them alcohol, not to mention drugs.

They were doing it to earn some… some money, uh, for going to the party.

And while they were there, they could sleep with the men for cash.

Does that dumbass officer know?

No.

Okay.

Who are they?

I only know the name of one of them but he was who was with the girls last.

Who is he, Isabel?

When you talk to that man, I have to be there, I…

Tell me his name, Isabel.

I'll tell you…

but I will need a favor.

I'll be blunt. I need you to get rid of a body.

[engine accelerates]

[somber piano music playing]

-[car door closes] -[keys jangling]

[man] Come on, damn it. Hurry it up. I'm gonna miss my flight.

I'm already late.

[Carlos] Let's go!

Flight leaves in two hours, come on!

-[man] Of course. -Jesus.

[somber piano music continues]

[groans]

Jesus Christ, hurry, would you? [scoffs]

-What the fuck are you doing? -[man 2] Shh!

Come on! Come on, come on… [grunts]

Stop it, stop it, stop it, okay? Stop it, would you!?

-[lighter clicks] -[Carlos groaning]

Let's move.

-[somber music fades] -[water bubbling]

[loud banging]

Oh, you're not dressed yet, I see.

-Huh? -You don't remember?

-Aida, Verdi, Málaga? -Uh, right.

Yeah! And I even went ahead and reserved a table after the show,

in a restaurant near Larios street, which I've been told serves incredible food!

Uh, well, that's impossible. So, no.

But I already have the tickets.

Well, tell me how much and I'll take care of it.

No, no, that's… no.

That's not the point.

It's been a while since you let yourself have fun.

Look, I am not in the mood for fun, Ceferino.

Isabel, what happened was painful for us all.

I would give anything if I could get them back, but that isn't possible.

And you can't just spend the rest of your life locked in here.

-Yeah, well that's my decision to make. -But you need to move on, you know that!

-Would you leave me alone, Ceferino!? -Isabel. Isabel.

[muffled] Isabel!

[Isabel] Fuck!

[footsteps retreat]

[somber music playing]

-Idiot. [sighs] -[cellphone rings]

[cellphone vibrates]

[cellphone ringing, vibrating continues]

Antonio?

[Isabel] Beltrán?

Yes… I heard he was missing.

But we're talking about Verónica. Why bring him up?

The police opened his computer to look for anything that'd help find them.

And I guess they got photos of Beltrán and Verónica.

I saw them, thanks to Zaera.

And?

I mean, they knew each other.

[sighs]

The pictures were sexual.

Looked like they were at some party.

It was at a chalet near the Los Peñones trail.

[takes a deep breath] But it's all such a shit-show…

Zaera gave some of the photos to the press.

Reporters trailed us on our way home. Bastards.

And Lupe?

She's in her bedroom.

[breathes deeply]

Lupe?

-[Isabel takes a deep breath] -[door creaks]

What are you doing in Verónica's room?

[Lupe] Is it gonna start again? [sniffs]

What?

Paparazzi outside all day…

TV shows talking about Veró…

Everyone giving their opinion about her.

And who knows what they'll say about the pictures.

Granny, I can't do it anymore.

Well, hopefully it won't last long. So hold on, all right? I love you.

Granny, I'm sorry for all that I said about Verónica.

I wish she was alive. I miss her so much every day.

[sighs] It's okay, I know.

[somber music fades]

[sinister music playing]

[clock ticking]

[ice rattles in glass]

-[water gushing] -[indistinct chatter]

[Miguel] Forensics is searching the chalet on the Los Peñones trail.

We don't expect to get much from it, because the party happened two years ago.

Not gonna be easy to find the organizers, either.

Turns out, the house was rented by a company that doesn't exist.

Which is why I've come to ask for your help.

This photo…

along with these, were sent by the lab.

Can't make out the license plates, but we can tell they're both luxury cars.

You sell luxury cars if I remember correctly.

Well, I mean, surely you recognize the models, don't you?

Well, you've got a Silver Spirit and a Ferrari Testarossa.

I'm gonna point out something that you might've overlooked.

Can you see this car is red, and this one too? Wow!

You telling me that no one at the Civil Guard knows how to look up a car,

and that's why you're talking to me?

-You don't have the cojones to charge me. -I'm not accusing you.

I wanted to know if maybe you'd rented it out,

or lent it to a friend for the evening…

That night, I wasn't there.

I didn't rent a car, nor did I lend it to anyone.

You wanna keep asking the witnesses who saw me that day?

The ones you've already asked eight times? On top of that, you tap my telephone,

and put surveillance on my offices.

And what do you have to show for it? Huh?

Nothing.

This isn't about anything but defaming my family to put the blame on me.

Then cooperate, Salazar. Together we can deliver justice.

Oh, "justice," huh?

[tense music playing]

And just who leaked those photos?

Who?

Leave my house.

Get out of my house now!

[footsteps retreat]

[man on radio] Good afternoon to our listeners, and thanks for tuning in.

Welcome back to our show.

After two years of silence in the investigation

of the young girls from Frigiliana, we have an update.

We've recently obtained leaked pictures of a sexual nature,

showing the two girls,

as well as the recently disappeared boy, Beltrán Gómez de los Ríos.

After reaching out to the Civil Guard,

they've stated that the pictures were allegedly taken

at a luxury chalet on the Los Peñones trail.

The investigators are prioritizing finding the missing boy,

and to that end, have released a recording.

The recording is a phone call to an emergency number,

in which whistling can be heard in the background.

So, please listen carefully.

[whistling]

[112 operator] Please, stay calm, and try to tell me your name.

-[whistling] -[Beltrán mumbling]

[whistling grows louder]

-[knocking on window] -[officer] C'mon, move.

[man on radio] It's difficult to recognize whistling.

but if any of our listeners can identify it,

or have any information about the pictures,

we implore you to please contact Frigiliana's Civil Guard

as soon as possible.

[indistinct chatter]

[cellphone ringing]

-[ beep] -[Isabel] Rafael?

[Rafael] I just "spoke" to Carlos Jaén. We need to meet.

It wasn't him.

[tense music playing]

[waves lapping]

[engine shuts off]

Rafael!

Hey! I thought that we both agreed that when you spoke to him, I would be there.

-Trust me, you wouldn't have liked it. -How do you know he didn't kill them?

Because I just instinctively know he didn't.

Apparently, though… He said there was a third girl, Arabic.

She had a birthmark on her forehead, and left with the other girls that night.

All that to say, if we find her, we find out what happened.

Do you recall if Verónica had a friend like that in town?

[Isabel] Uh…

I'm not sure. I'll find out.

We'll talk later, I'll call you.

[sinister music playing]

[retreating footsteps]

[engine shuts off]

[car door closes]

Ah. Isabel.

Uh. How are you, Ceferino?

Do you wanna go out for dinner?

I'll tell you how bored I was alone at the opera.

Thanks, but I'm in a rush.

Whatever you have going on can wait.

We need to talk.

-I told you, I'm in a rush. -Beltrán!

Did you hear what they released on the radio?

You can hear someone whistling a copla.

Uh… No, I didn't hear.

Yeah, yeah, it sounded like… [whistles]

[breathes deeply]

So why don't you and I talk someplace a little more-

Whatever you want to say, you can tell me right here.

You know, I really care about you, but you've always been so rude to me.

I don't want to ruin your life, you've been through enough.

You're an asshole.

You've been one since we were fifteen years old.

But now you're much older and you're still a prick!

Tell me, why didn't you tell them that Beltrán made that call from your place?

I was there.

But yeah, it's true.

You're right, I'm old, don't have a great memory.

And it'll stay that way, you know, if you spend some time with me.

You are awful!

Don't make me do anything I don't want to, Isabel!

Isabel…

PICOS DE ALHAMA HIGH SCHOOL

[woman] Isabel, let me just ask, why do you want Verónica's record?

Wouldn't it be better to try and move on?

No, see, it's for my…

It's for my other granddaughter, Lupe, she looked up to her.

And, you know, thought she was perfect. I want to show her that she wasn't,

so I could show her it's okay to, you know, fail from time to time.

It'll be good for her.

Okay, yeah! The password hasn't changed since you worked here.

[mouse clicking]

[woman] I swear, now there's dyslexia, and hyperactivity, special needs…

You know, when I started working here, it was so much easier.

Yeah, like, you were smart, or you weren't. And that was it!

STUDENT ENROLLMENT FILE

Really, if you ask me, I think parents just make things up.

They come here and demand that we let their kids pass the semester.

And it's like, are you kidding me?

I know I'm losing a hundred euros, but things have changed, Isabel.

So much.

Parents calling every morning.

I don't care about losing money.

A hundred euros? Whatever, big deal.

But I'm sick and tired of the parents.

Hell, the parents and the kids!

[woman continues talking]

NAME: JAMILA

LAST NAME: ABDALLAH

[exhales]

[blows smoke loudly]

It's not like I don't know I'm gonna retire,

of course I'm gonna retire.

This is unbearable.

-Every call turns into a fight. -[shutter clicks]

You don't know how to act, what to do…

-Uh, Rosario? -Yeah?

What happened to this girl? Jamila Abdallah.

Jamila? Uh… I have no clue.

Uh. Well… She moved, her and her family, I think.

Before the end of the school year.

So were you able to find your granddaughter's record?

Uh, yeah, um…

[dramatic music playing]

[police siren blaring]

[engine stops]

Hi Isabel.

Sorry to bother you, but someone filed a complaint.

Huh?

A man called saying that he was the guy from the recording in Beltrán's call,

and that he was here at your house.

Uh, that's absurd.

We have to check, nevertheless. Park the car, I'll wait for you here.

[starts engine]

[Miguel] All right, we'll start in about five minutes.

I have a pretty good idea who filed the complaint.

And I think he's wasting your time here.

Some men can't be trusted, even at seventy years old.

-Isabel. -[camera shutter clicks]

The location of his phone places him in this house or very near here.

Plus, we do have that man's statement, on top of that.

[man] Sergeant Zaera!

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter in Spanish]

What do we got?

[man] We've got traces of blood, all the way from the kitchen.

Oh… The, uh…

The meat must have leaked when I took it out of the freezer.

You saw it earlier.

That's the one that broke? When you were cooking earlier?

[hesitates] Yeah. And now it's broke, I emptied it all.

[Miguel] All right. Come on.

[tense music playing]

Doesn't look too empty to me. Does it?

[tense music builds]

[exhales, chuckles] It's my son.

He must have fixed it and filled it with stuff for the restaurant.

Would you be a dear and shut it?

You can move into the kitchen now. Thanks.

Isabel, if you knew anything at all about Beltrán,

would you tell me?

Sure, especially if we could learn what happened to my granddaughter.

Well, we'll have the blood analysis back in a few days, okay? Hm.

Hm. I doubt you'll find anything useful.

Time will tell.

-[car door bangs] -[locks door]

[vehicle approaches]

[engine shuts off]

[dog barking in distance]

I guess the third girl left Frigiliana.

She left soon after what happened to Marta and Verónica.

[Miguel sniffs]

I've got a talent for finding people, so go ahead and give me her name.

You know, we are together in this.

And I thank you, for the freezer…

But I want to hear from Carlos myself.

And you won't get the name of the girl until I see him.

[tense music playing]

[unbuckles seatbelt]

[car door closes]

[man coughs in distance] Please, I beg you.

I've done nothing.

I've done nothing, honestly, please!

-[groaning] -[clicking]

[man] Get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out! Please.

[breathing shakily] Why are you doing this to me? Please.

[sobbing] I've done nothing, for God's sake. [groans]

Get me out of here, for God's sake.

Please, I beg you, I have done nothing. Please.

Isabel… I present Carlos Jaén.

Carlos Jaén, meet Isabel.

She's Veronica's grandmother.

Would you care to repeat to her what you told me yesterday?

Such as how you fucked Verónica?

And how you fucked my daughter Marta.

Wasn't that what you said? Those were your words, right?

I told you I didn't, though! I told you a thousand times, I swear to you!

And now, you're going to tell me.

[Rafael] Why won't you answer her question?

It wouldn't hurt you to show some respect, especially for an elder.

[keys jangling]

-You don't respect elders? -No, not again!

Not the keys, not the keys, not again, not again. Drop the keys, damn it!

Fine… It was a party, all right? It was just a party.

[stumbling] And there were drugs, yeah, but… but there, uh…

I just, I swear there wasn't anyone there against their will, ma'am!

Solid start, now who else was there? I want names, Mister Jaén.

[Carlos] Okay, a kid invited me.

Uh… Bel… Beltrán, Beltrán. Beltrán, his name was Beltrán.

I was with them, okay?

I was with Marta, I was with Verónica.

The thing is, Marta started feeling a little unwell.

And Verónica… left to go with another girl,

who, uh… [breathes shakily] She had a birthmark. Yeah, on her face.

She was Arabic or Moroccan, I hadn't seen her in my life, okay,

I'm not lying to you!

And they all left together, I don't know what… what happened after!

I didn't do anything to them, I swear!

Listen, you got the wrong person, you know? You do.

I swear on my mother's life.

Wha… What are you doing?

-[car lift whirring] -[Carlos] Hey! No, no, no, no, no…

What's this? What's this? Oh, God!

-[panicked voice] Please, please! -Rafael…

[Carlos] Please, ma'am, please. Don't! Please, don't, no!

Hey, you can't sit by… Come on, please.

Come on. I can give you money.

All the money you'll ever need, all I'm asking is that you stop this!

I beg you! Stop! Stop!

-[lift whirring, crushing] -Stop, please…!

-Help me… [screams] -[crushing, cracking]

[lift beeps, cranks]

[blood dripping]

[sobbing]

[breathing shakily]

-[Isabel panting] -[dramatic music distorts]

[door slams]

[Isabel breathing shakily]

-[footsteps on stairs] -[Isabel sniffling]

-[footsteps approach] -[sniffles]

Your turn, Isabel.

The name is…

Jamila Abdallah.

[footsteps ascend steps]

[cellphone rings, vibrates]

[answers]

-[man] Hello. -Antonio, what's wrong? It's late.

[Antonio] We're, uh… We're at La Axarquía hospital.

What?

[Isabel] What did she take?

-[doctor] Two blister packs of pills. -Oh my goodness…

Thankfully we caught it quick and we pumped her stomach,

so she's past the worst.

If all goes well, we'll discharge her later tonight.

Oh! May I?

Go ahead, she's in that room, her father's already there.

-Thank you, doctor. -Of course.

Antonio.

[Antonio exhales deeply]

-How is she? -[Antonio exhales]

Sweetie… Why would you do that? Hm?

Tell me it's not true.

Those things they're saying about Verónica aren't true, are they?

[clicks tongue]

A paparazzo got ahold of her number somehow.

And they said her sister was a prostitute, so…

-Bastards. -I told her it wasn't true.

Yes, listen to your father. You know that he would never lie to you.

-Hm? -Oh, Granny, I really wanna see her.

[sniffles] I wanna hug her so bad.

Even if it was only one more time.

I wanna be with her again.

Oh, my love… Don't talk that way. Don't say that, Lupe.

I miss her so much.

Let me be with her again, just once more…

[Isabel] You don't have to say things like that.

Sweetie…

She's still alive.

[dramatic music playing]

What?

Verónica.

[breathes shakily]

[dramatic music builds]

She's still alive.

-[Antonio sobs] -[Lupe gasps]

[breathing shakily]

[dramatic music fades]

[Spanish folk song playing]