Original subtitles

["Fiebre" by Bad Gyal playing]

[Veró and Marta singing along with "Fiebre" on stereo]

[Veró laughs]

No way I can convince you to come along? What's wrong with the Torre del Mar fair?

Hey, don't be a pain, Jonás. We're meeting someone.

-Yeah, but I wanted to show you off. -Thanks.

Have you ever seen a pair of earrings this hideous?

[Marta chuckles]

Those are hideous. Who gave them to you?

Uh, they're a present. So… Well, yeah, they're pretty ugly.

-[laughs] It was from a blind woman. -[Marta laughs]

You don't like 'em, but you're wearing 'em?

Ah, Jonás, drop us off here.

-You sure? -Yeah.

["Fiebre" by Bad Gyal continues playing ion stereo]

-[Jonás] See you later! -Ciao!

Thanks.

[Marta] Are they nice people?

-[Veró] Mm, some are. -My stomach hurts.

Well, just try and power through it, you'll be fine.

And if I'm not?

Marta, come on, it's just a party. Think about it.

You're gonna dance.

There's gonna be a ton of hot guys,

maybe you'll even like one and hook up, you know?

Or, if you don't, they pay us just for being here.

[house music playing inside]

[girls giggling]

[Marta] Wow! What a cool party. [chuckling]

I love the music.

[Veró] I'm just gonna text Beltrán that we're here.

[muffled house music playing]

-[giggling] -[door opens]

-Oh, wow! The stars of the evening. -[Veró] So, are we late?

Ah, nah. Nah, not at all, just in time. Come on in! [laughs]

[house music grows louder]

[chuckles]

[Veró] Do you like it?

[Marta] I love it. [chuckles]

[Veró] Let's go.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Oh my God! Ha, ha, hah!

-Welcome to the party! -Thanks!

Okay, now, I want you to go have fun.

Here.

Enjoy, let loose, hm? And be very nice to everyone.

[Beltrán] Come on, go!

[laughs]

[Veró] Whoa!

[techno music playing]

[Veró giggling]

-[Beltrán] Fuck, this E is kicking in… -[music becomes distorted]

Hey, look. Carlos Jaén, the TV guy. [voice echoes]

[sounds distort]

[groaning, breathing heavily]

[indistinct distorted chatter]

-[growl] -[Marta gasps]

Verónica?

[house music playing]

Verónica? [voice echoes]

Who's that?

-Hey, you feeling okay? -I'll take care of her.

No. I'll take care of her, she needs air.

[panicked breathing]

Verónica?

Maybe, but I think some water would be better.

-Verónica. -Hey, where's Marta?

-[man groaning] -[Marta moaning]

-[breathing shakily, sobbing] -[groans]

[man] Shh, shh, shh. [quietly] Relax, relax, relax, relax…

[house music becomes louder]

-[man groaning] -[Marta whimpering]

[loud whimper]

[somber piano music playing]

[somber music turns dramatic]

TWO GRAVES

[music fades]

TWO GRAVES

[muffled underwater sounds]

[woman on TV] I mean, look, he hasn't found it. Come on…

-[TV chatter continues] -[light snoring]

[door unlocking, opening]

[Veró breathing shakily]

[Veró whimpers]

[TV chatter continues]

[Antonio groans]

-[Veró] Dad… -[grunts]

[groans] Is it already three?

[breathing heavily]

[Veró sobbing]

What happened?

-Hey. Hey! -Take me to the police, I'm sorry.

[sniffs]

[sobbing] It's all my fault.

What?

Sweetie…

What did you do? Tell me the truth.

[dramatic music playing]

[engine accelerates]

[dramatic music builds]

[unbuckles seatbelt]

[engine shuts off]

[door alarm beeping]

[breathing heavily]

[car door closes]

[dramatic music turns sinister]

[Antonio breathing heavily]

-[exhales deeply] -[Verónica sobbing]

I didn't mean to. It was an accident. [sniffs]

Fuck, what am I gonna do?

-Fuck! -Dad, I… I can't stay here.

-We should just go to the Civil Guard… -Marta's father will come after you!

-We can't. -It was an accident!

Rafael won't care whether it was an accident or not.

Did she tell you what her father does?

He will kill you.

He is a murderer.

He'll come for you, you won't be safe here.

[crying]

[sobbing quietly]

[sobbing grows louder]

We'll figure it out. We will.

Hey, look at me.

Shh.

I am not gonna lose you… I promise you that.

You hear me?

I won't.

Do you trust me?

Give me your jacket, okay?

-[dramatic music playing] -[Antonio groans]

[glass clinking]

[trunk slams]

[engine accelerates]

[boats creaking]

-[Antonio breathing heavily] -[thudding]

[line ringing]

[engine running]

-[engine shuts off] -Come on.

[water lapping]

[Antonio coughs, clears throat]

-[splash] -Your phone.

Come on.

-[groans] -[splash]

[thudding]

All right. Other end.

Grab that end. Come on, hurry!

-[straining] -On the count of three.

-[both groan, grunt] -[splash]

[water gurgling]

[water lapping]

[footsteps on deck]

-[beep] -[engine powers up]

[engine powers down]

[footsteps on deck]

[suspenseful music playing]

Hi, Antonio.

Thank you, Farhid. Thank you.

You're gonna stay in Morocco with Farhid for a while.

[hesitates] No, I won't.

Just until things calm down a bit.

Until it's safe, just a few days.

-[seagulls squawking] -[Veró moans]

[sniffling]

[Farhid] Antonio. I'm sorry, but we need to go.

[Antonio] Come on.

[poignant music playing]

[Antonio] Take care of her.

[engine powers up]

[poignant music continues]

[breathing shakily]

[Isabel] You just left her in Morocco?

And when was she supposed to come back, Antonio?

How long would she stay? "Only until things calm down a bit"?

You know that Rafael Salazar will never calm down.

Don't you realize that?

She will never come back.

I planned an escape to Brazil.

I found a house in São Paulo for us.

And no one would find us there.

[exhales]

But after the shit with Beltrán, the… the chalet and the…

police sniffing around, I… [exhales]

I had nearly saved up the money I needed.

Ah, Brazil.

And me? When were you going to tell me?

What, once you were already there?

Huh?

Two years, Antonio.

Two years of pain and suffering!

All I thought about was what they might've done to Verónica.

What the hell was my suffering for?

Do you not care, or what?

[Isabel breathing shakily]

No one could find out. It was the only way to protect her.

I don't believe it.

Antonio, don't you realize what you've done?

You've made your daughter a fugitive. That's all that you did!

You call that protecting her?

Huh! I'm sure you believe you're the great protector of this family,

but you're only a coward!

You know you should have told me, Antonio! You should've trusted me…

For what? Why?!

[Antonio breathing heavily]

Why?

What would you have done, hm?

Help me? Huh?

Like when Lupe or Verónica were born?

Or what about when, you know, my wife got cancer?

Where were you when it was eating her alive?

Where? I'll fucking tell you.

You left us for those damn hippies,

and after that, I hardly saw you after I turned fifteen years old.

I was fifteen, you bitch!

When have you been there for me?

When?

You haven't… Ever!

You're just a selfish woman who got old

and felt like being a Granny when it was convenient for you.

Isn't that why you came back?

[inhales] Don't start any lectures, okay, Isabel?

I've told you the truth about Verónica. That was for Lupe.

Not for you.

-Hey, hon. -[Lupe] My head still hurts.

All right, let's get you something.

[breathing shakily]

[church bell ringing]

[door creaks]

[Antonio] Why are you still here, Isabel?

Where's Verónica?

I don't know.

Six months after I left her with Farhid, she disappeared.

Well, surely you've remained in contact, haven't you?

[Antonio exhales]

She gives me a call every Friday night on the restaurant's landline.

How's she doing?

She's okay. And safe, more importantly.

We aren't the only ones who know exactly what happened that evening.

There was girl at the party, Jamila Abdallah.

-Yeah, Jamila, yeah. -Right.

She was so frightened, she got out of town the same night.

But if Rafael Salazar found her, Jamila could tell him what happened.

But he won't, as far as he's aware, she doesn't exist.

Antonio!

Antonio! He knows, okay?

[Isabel breathing heavily]

What are you talkin' about?

[cellphone rings]

My phone.

[cellphone ringing, vibrating]

-Yeah? -[Rafael] Found her.

In a town in Almería, San José. I'll send you the address.

She works at a diving club.

I'll be heading there myself in the afternoon.

I'll let you know once I've found her.

[breathing shakily]

What the hell's going on, was that Rafael?

Antonio, stop, stop.

You have to listen to me, Antonio.

Go to the Civil Guard station right now, and report Rafael Salazar.

The cops are looking for Carlos Jaén, the guy from TV.

You have to say that you know for a fact that Salazar kidnapped him. Okay?

How the hell does this involve Carlos Jaén?

Antonio, please. Trust me, just this once.

They will… they'll say things, uh… horrible things about me.

I'm sorry, but… they're true.

But it… All of it was for Verónica.

Please, Antonio. Do what I say.

Go to the Civil Guard station.

It's best for her.

[sniffles]

[car door closes]

We can't always run away.

[engine starts]

[dramatic music playing]

[dramatic music fades]

[woman] Rafa…

It's over.

It's over.

[poignant music playing]

It's okay.

It's over now.

-I'm here with you. -[Rafael crying]

Rafael.

I have to go.

[car engine accelerates]

[police siren blaring]

CIVIL GUARD

Good morning, Salazar.

If you would come with me… I have some questions for you at the station.

[breathing shakily]

[footsteps approach]

We've been looking into the disappearance of Carlos Jaén.

Have you heard of him?

-Beloved TV host? -I don't watch very much television.

[soft chuckle] Well, Jaén was going on vacation.

He was scheduled to fly to Thailand, but that never happened,

because he didn't board his plane or check into his hotel room.

Plus, his phone's turned off.

[man] Rafael, don't answer anything!

-Oh great, just in time. Take a seat. -Tell me why we're here.

I'm taking a statement from your client. You're welcome to join us. Okay?

So, I suggest you sit down, please.

There's evidence that points to your client as a possible suspect

in a missing persons case.

Listen closely. You have five minutes to get me out of here, or else.

[car engine accelerates]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[unbuckles seatbelt]

Hi. What's up?

[tense music playing]

KITE SURF LESSONS ALMERÍA

Without evidence, sir, he's not a criminal at all.

[clicks tongue, scoffs]

Well, we do know that Jaén was picked up by a van near his house.

We have a recording of the security camera footage

which shows the driver.

And he happened to work for you in the past.

He's being arrested now at the airport.

What are the odds he'll say, or rather, admit…

that you ordered Jaén's kidnapping?

What the hell are you talking about?

Why are you obsessed with me? You know there's actual criminals?

You keep talking and saying nothing of substance,

so I guess you're useless.

You couldn't find my daughter's killer,

and so you try to take me down.

You should be careful, you're making a very serious mistake.

You're threatening an officer?

No.

It's not a threat.

-[knocking on door] -Sergeant, real quick?

-The blood we found, it was Beltrán's. -What?

[tense music playing]

[buckles seatbelt]

[scooter starts]

[Isabel's car starts]

[dramatic music playing]

Rafael. You're getting out since they don't have any evidence.

-All's fun now but they're gonna watch… -Oh!

-Are you all right? Sure? -I'm fine, don't worry.

Rafael. You have to listen to me, just go home and keep a low profile.

Stay home, please!

Rafael!

[engine accelerates]

-[car engine stops] -[engages parking brake]

[tense music playing]

[woman] Be careful on that motorcycle, okay? I don't want you hurting yourself.

-[indistinct chatter] -[women] Bye, Jamila!

[waves roaring]

[buzzer sounds]

[woman] Coming!

[unlocks door]

Jamila?

Yes, hello. Do I know you?

No, but… I was hoping we could talk. I got your address from your parents.

My parents?

Mm-hm. So may I come in?

It's really important that we talk.

[rattling]

Ah, smells great!

Thanks.

Uh… uh, do you have anything like milk?

-I got soy. -Ah, great.

-[tense music playing] -[rattling]

-And please add sugar, if you would! -[Jamila] Stevia okay?

Oh, sure!

[tense music stops]

[Isabel] Thank you so much.

[seagulls squawking]

[Miguel] Morning, Antonio.

-Restaurant's not open. -Where's your mother?

[exhales] Couldn't say.

She's not picking up her phone, her car's not in the driveway,

so I was wondering if you knew.

That's Isabel for you. She just leaves and doesn't tell anyone if she's coming back.

Well, it's important.

You know how you said you got an anonymous call

with information about Carlos Jaén?

We both know that's a lie. It was Isabel.

For god's sake, she's a seventy-year-old woman.

-Why would she know anything about that? -Antonio…

Earlier, we, uh, found blood in her house.

She said it was from meat, but really, it was Beltrán's.

Your mother's not okay.

And we don't know how but we believe that she's involved with Rafael Salazar.

Rafael's in jail, last I heard.

Not anymore, no.

There wasn't enough evidence, so we had to release him.

Antonio, I… Do you understand what I'm telling you?

I'm saying we think your mother was involved with two murders.

And if she was, we have to arrest her, I can't let it go.

I don't know where she is.

[Isabel] Have you lived in this area long?

[Jamila] Couple months, yeah.

-[Isabel] Mm. -So what did you wanna say?

Ah… Your, uh, parents speak very highly of you.

No, they don't.

I haven't spoken with them in several years.

I don't know who you are…

So just tell me what you want, or finish your coffee and get out of here.

[ominous music playing]

It concerns that party. What happened at that party?

What party is that?

The one from two years ago. The one where Marta Salazar died.

I don't know anything about that party.

There was another girl at that party. And she was also assumed dead.

-Do you know Verónica? -I don't… feel great.

[clatter]

[Jamila groans]

[breathing heavily then slows down]

-[ominous music continues] -[metal rattling]

[ominous music builds]

[breathing shakily]

-[ominous music fades] -[clatter]

[sobs]

[sniffles, whimpers]

[melancholic music playing]

[Isabel] Veró…

[door opens]

-[woman] Hey babe, I'm back! -[gasps]

[woman] Are you cooking something? 'Cause it smells pretty good!

Where are ya?

Granny?

[breathing shakily]

-[Isabel crying] -Oh my god!

-[Veró] Oh! -Veró!

-Oh, granny. -Veró…

[both crying]

For so long, I've been dreaming of this moment.

What are you doing here?

[crying]

Veró…

[both sobbing]

[both continue sobbing]

[engine accelerates]

[ominous music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Veró] Rafael Salazar doesn't know how Marta died.

Neither does anyone else.

Only my dad knows.

Well, no. You see, now the police know about the chalet,

also Beltrán, and the party, as well.

Your name, on the other hand, I'm not sure if they know yet.

Jamila… Here.

This'll fix you up, just give it a sip.

It's not fair!

-I just continue to run? -[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

[dramatic music playing]

He what?

Yeah, uh, thanks for letting me know.

I was just told a man showed up at work looking for me.

[car engine]

-[engine shuts off] -[door opens]

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[buzzer sounds]

[glass crunching]

[dramatic music intensifies]

[footsteps on stairs]

[dramatic music intensifies further]

[women panting]

[dramatic music turns sinister]

[sinister music intensifies]

-[sinister music fades] -[sirens blaring]

[ominous music playing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[rooster crowing]

[cuckoo calls]

[man chatting indistinctly]

-Gio! [chuckles] -Isabel!

Oh, it's been so long!

Thanks for this!

[Gio] Oh, don't mention it!

I will never forget it.

Verónica, come here.

-This is Gio. -[Veró] Hello.

-My granddaughter. -[Gio] Verónica.

-Hi. -And Jamila.

-[Gio] Ciao. -Hello.

Come in! I'll get everything ready.

Oh, thanks!

[Isabel chuckling softly]

[door opens]

-[Gio] Good night. -Good night.

Jamila's asleep for now. Not feeling too good.

So, uh, how did you two reunite?

We started talking on Instagram.

I had a fake profile, and…

Then one day I told her I was in Almería.

Dad said one day we'd all be together again, but…

That day never arrived, so…

if it wasn't for Jamila, I'd still be in Morocco,

though neither of us expected this.

[Isabel takes a deep breath and chuckles softly]

I was having nightmares.

I tried so hard, but all I thought of was Marta.

I guess I deserve all of this.

It's not fair that… [sighs]

I'm happy.

I thought I was smarter than everyone, I guess.

Making great money and…

having a lot of fun.

And I convinced Marta to come with.

But why? She didn't need any money, you know.

It wasn't all about money.

In the end, I feel like we wanted the exact same thing.

To get away from our lives a bit.

[melancholic music playing]

Ever since mom died…

It wasn't easy.

But… But it wasn't like… like you were alone, you had me!

No, I really didn't.

You'd be there a while and then you'd leave us.

Which is fine,

but since you weren't there, I had to fill in the void.

With Dad, or with Lupe…

Sorry, but you've always been selfish.

[clicks tongue] You heard that from your dad?

No. I saw that for myself.

But it… it is what it is. I don't hate you for it.

Well, do you hate me for those ugly earrings then?

[chuckles softly]

[Isabel] Sweetheart!

Let's go to bed, it's late.

I'm gonna go on a walk for a bit. You go in and sleep.

-You sure? -Yeah.

[tender groan, kiss]

-I love you. -I love you, Veró.

-Go on. -[soft chuckle] Ciao.

[footsteps retreat]

[melancholic music fades]

[rooster crowing]

Veró.

-Veró. -[moans] Yeah?

Your grandma's gone.

[seagulls squawking]

[lively instrumental music playing]

[Rafael] I didn't think you'd call me, Isabel.

[sighs] Or that you'd be here in Almería.

[Isabel] I couldn't wait any longer.

I had to talk to Jamila so she could tell me what happened that night.

-So you found her, I take it? -No.

Nobody knows where she lives.

Well, I know where, Isabel.

Problem is, she left town.

And in a rush, she didn't even take her clothes with her.

Hasn't come to work, or even her house.

[rattling]

Have you ever thought we might…

Well, that all that we've done so far is pointless?

[scoffs] Pointless?

[Isabel] Pointless enough to stop, anyway.

So now you're not curious who killed your granddaughter?

Of course, but we don't know what went on.

After all, well… For all we know, it could have been an accident.

[ominous music playing]

My daughter was raped.

They beat her head in with a rock… and threw her in the ocean.

How's that an accident, Isabel?

What is it that you aren't telling me?

Rafael, I just have a feeling, you know, that when it's over…

After all of it, you and I won't feel better.

I know that already, Isabel.

Known it since my daughter was killed.

That I would never feel better.

Every day, I wish I had spent more time with my baby girl.

I can't do that now.

But I can do this.

And I won't let her down again.

It's the only thing I can do.

[Rafael breathing shakily]

[ominous music playing]

[line ringing]

-[call answered] -[Antonio] Where are you?

Antonio, I don't have much time. So listen up.

-Verónica has to go back to Morocco… -No, please listen to me!

And tell Farhid to pick her up at San José's port.

I will give her a ride there.

[Antonio] Mother, you're not well. What are you saying?

Verónica is dead.

-[suspenseful music playing] -[breathing heavily]

[sniffs]

[Antonio] I dunno where you are, but you have to come back.

Zaera would like to speak with you.

[Antonio] Listen to me…

If you've done something wrong,

if you're with Rafael Salazar…

You have to tell Zaera.

Whatever you're thinking, let it go.

[hesitates] No, Antonio.

I won't… I won't let it go.

Not this. [breathing shakily]

What are you trying to say?

Please sweetheart, do all I told you to.

Forgive me, Antonio. But I have to protect you all.

-[disconnect tone] -[man] No! Fuck!

-[Zaera] Well? -Wasn't long enough, I couldn't trace it.

Aw, shit.

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps approach]

Where've you been?

[Isabel] Oh, I just had to, um, organize some-- Ah, Jamila!

Real quick…

You and I are gonna go to a friend's hostel for a while.

And you, Veró, you're going back to Tangier until things calm down.

-Let's go. Let's pack everything up! -But why?

Well, because you can't stay in the same place for too long.

-Rafael Salazar could find you. -No, I'm finished running.

Listen here, your dad will work it out with Farhid.

You gotta leave early to go to Morocco.

Farhid could take the both of us!

Not for now, it's dangerous to be together.

[Isabel] Jamila, let's go.

[ominous music playing]

[Veró] Take care of her.

All right, go inside now. I'll come back soon, okay?

[Jamila] We'll be back together soon.

[door closes]

[sniffling]

[engine starts]

[ominous music builds]

[keys jangling]

[car approaches]

Rafael, get in.

I found Jamila.

[door opens]

[tires screech]

[Rafael] So how did you find her?

I'm sorry, but I lied.

I met with her. You hadn't arrived yet.

She came along with me to a commune I know.

But she's no longer there.

I took her to a hostel near San Pedro. You'll be able to speak with her there.

I assume you didn't get any info.

I… I needed time, Rafael. I can't do it.

I'm not like you.

[exhales]

But you are like me, Isabel.

I had almost given up two years ago, but you lit the fuse in me again.

I won't stop until the end. I'd say you're like me after all.

-We've come to the end. -No.

Verónica is still alive.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Isabel] All three girls left the party and argued that night.

-[Marta crying] -[Veró] Marta! Calm down. Please, babe.

[Marta] I wanna go to the Civil Guard station.

-[Jamila] Not the police, no. -I was raped!

-[Marta crying] -Beltrán was paying us to be there.

They won't take us seriously at all.

They'll say we're whores.

-[Veró] I say we go and… -He can't get away with what he did!

Even if my father beats me for being a whore!

Or if he kills Carlos Jaén!

[breathing heavily]

I'm disgusting. [crying]

[Veró] Don't talk like that.

[Marta sobbing]

[exhales deeply]

-What are you doing? -I'm better off dead.

Hey, give me that.

Stay the fuck away! You left me alone in there!

-Drop the fucking bottle. -Give me that!

Marta, you're gonna get hurt! You're-- Okay, hold on, just…

-Marta, you're gonna get hurt! -[grunts]

[Veró gasps]

[under breath] Oh god!

[dramatic music playing]

Fuck you!

-[thud] -[gasps]

[silence]

[groans]

[Veró breathing shakily] Marta…

[Isabel] Verónica just… pushed your daughter.

No, no, no!

-[Isabel] It was bad luck, Rafael. -Marta!

[Isabel] She hit her head on a rock when she fell back, and died.

-It really was an accident. -[Rafael] No.

I know my daughter was raped and thrown into the ocean,

that was no accident.

She didn't mean for it to happen to her!

My son helped her with the body and to escape you!

-How long have you known? -It was really an accident.

-How long have you known? -Since yesterday.

Jamila saw the whole thing, Rafael. That's why we're going to see her.

Where's Verónica?

No. No. [breathing shakily]

Where's your son?

-Not them! -Tell me where they are, Isabel!

-No, don't! -Tell me where they are!

Tell me where they are now!

I'm not gonna stop, Isabel, do you hear me?

Tell me what you know!

[dramatic music builds]

-[engine accelerates] -[tires screech]

[silence]

-[crash] -[water gurgling]

[poignant piano music playing]

[underwater sounds]

[thud]

[thud]

[poignant music continues]

[poignant music gets louder]

[poignant music fades]

[imposing muffled gurgling]

[melancholic music playing]

[rain pounding on ground]

[thunder rumbling]

[melancholic music fades]

"BEFORE YOU EMBARK ON A JOURNEY OF REVENGE,

DIG TWO GRAVES"

[Spanish folk song playing]