All language subtitles for wo Graves S01E02

Isabel, are you there?

Isabel, are you there?

I brought you some little gifts.

Hey, I've got an emergency.
I need to come in.

Isabel!

Isabel!

What are you doing here, Ceferino?
Did I leave the gate open?

Yes, I came to fix the garden as promised,
and bring you this little something.

I'm peeing myself.

They changed my meds.
I can't hold it, I'm gonna wet myself.

-You can't come in.
-Why not?

-Because the toilet's broken.
-You've got two. I'll use the other one.

Jesus, Ceferino.

A student's coming in five minutes,
and I'm not even dressed.

Come another day, okay?

How can I leave when I brought
this stuff to fix your garden?

Now's not a good time.

SOS EMERGENCY
CALL 112

CALLING

This is emergency services.

Hey, remember I told you Verdi's Aida
is on this Thursday at the Cervantes?

-One for you and one for me.
-Right, Thursday?

Hello?

Yes.

-See you Thursday then.
-I'll pick you up at 7:00 p.m.

Put the rose in water.
It'll last longer. Seven o'clock, okay?

Is anyone there?

Please stay calm. Try to say your name.

Do you know where you are?

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Sir?

Are you there? Can you hear me?

Is anyone there?

Oh my God. What have I done?

TWO GRAVES
"ISABEL"

TWO GRAVES

…yours truly
on El Tardeo with Carlos Jaén,

and the incredible,
the one and only Nuria Vázquez.

Big round of applause for her.

Let's begin, Nuria.
What do we have on the show today?

Today's show is out of this world.

They'd come, they'd get wasted,
and fuck with whoever they wanted.

That's what you wanted to hear, isn't it?

Verónica fucked Carlos Jaén,
the guy on TV!

Shut up!

They're telling me the call is ready.
Shall we?

Okay, you already know
the correct answer is,

"Yes, Carlos. That paycheck's mine."

You just have to pick up
and say the answer.

Let's call.

Sound team, can we get
the ringtone here in the studio?

PRIVATE NUMBER

They're playing hard to get.

If you're home and your phone's ringing,
pick up.

We'll wait just a little longer, okay?

Please answer, ma'am.

-Hello?
-Isabel Luque?

Aw!

-Are you there?
-Yes.

I'm calling from the Guardia Civil.

No idea how much she'd drunk,
but the bottle of gin was empty.

She was throwing rocks at the station.
Nearly took one of our heads off.

Oh, I'm sorry, really.

-She's been sleeping for a while.
-Yeah?

We're not filing a report
or anything like that.

Well, thank you very much.

Lupe.

Lupe, sweetheart.

Lupe.

Wake up.

I'm not your dad, okay?

I'm not gonna freak out
over a bit of drinking.

Come on, tell me.

The grades,
the ones we celebrated at the restaurant,

they were fake.

I didn't pass anything
because I didn't take any of the exams.

What a letdown, huh?
I'm not as perfect as Verónica.

Hey, your sister
has nothing to do with this, okay?

My sister has everything to do with it.

How they look at me at school.

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

Fucking Verónica everywhere.

-Please don't talk about her like that.
-I'll talk about her however I want.

We all miss Verónica.

Not because she was perfect,
but because we loved her. That's all.

Yeah, that's true. You adored her.
Vero's your favorite granddaughter.

Isn't that what it says in your phone?

Come on,
that was just a silly thing she wrote.

Oh, yeah? Then look at the pictures.

Look here.
Vero as a kid, Vero at the park,

Vero kissing you.

Where are mine?

Yours are somewhere else.
There's one by the entrance.

One with both of us. None with just me.

If you could've chosen,

which of us would you have rather died?

That question makes no sense.

You can't even answer it.

Listen to me.

The one who ruined our lives
wasn't Verónica.

It was whoever killed her.
Never forget that, Lupe!

She's the one
who turned my life into a living hell.

Lupe…

There you have it, Toñi.

It's already March
and not a single drop of rain.

You know what it is, Manolo?
It used to rain in winter, and now…

It doesn't. It doesn't rain at all…

Hi, Isabel.

What are you still doing here?

Can we talk? It's important.

It's about one of your students,
Beltrán Gómez de los Ríos.

Come in.

…all our fields used to be full of water.
And now what? We've got nothing.

I've got avocado trees…

My colleagues asked me to lend a hand,
even though it's not technically my case.

He's been off the radar for hours,
and his family's worried.

The last time anyone saw him
was when he left home to come here.

Did he mention anything to you?

To me? Why would he tell me anything?

Maybe he said something during class.
That he was going on a trip or something.

Well, they're just music lessons.
We don't really talk much.

And you didn't notice anything strange?

I don't really know him that well.

-Right…
-Although now that you mention it…

maybe he…

I don't know,
maybe he had to be somewhere after class.

He seemed to be in a hurry.

Was he meeting someone?

All we have is a call he made
to emergency services at 10:03 a.m.

Shortly after his lesson.

Well, he left five minutes early.

We tried to play
a few of Chopin's mazurkas,

but it didn't work out.

Right.

Did he say anything?

Sorry?

Beltrán. On that call.

No.

We've tried to trace
where the call came from,

but the cell towers
can't pinpoint an exact location.

They show it was near here.

Not many neighbors around here, is there?

No.

I like my tranquility.

I won't keep you any longer.

You're cooking for an army, huh?

What? Oh, yeah.
My chest freezer broke down,

and I don't like throwing food out.

By the way, my colleagues told me
about what happened with Lupe yesterday.

Is she okay?

She's always refused
psychological support,

but we could connect Lupe
with a specialist.

She needs help.

What Lupe needs is

for her sister's murderer
to pay for what he did.

Do you like the sea, Isabel?

I find it horrifying.

My granddaughter was crazy about it.

Or so I thought.

What was Marta like?

Verónica's mother died when she was 12.

It was very hard for her.

We spent a lot of time together,
but even then,

I'm not sure I really knew her.

Did you truly know your daughter?

She was growing up.

She liked going out with her friends,
with Verónica and all.

My wife used to say we couldn't
keep her locked in the house all day…

Said it wasn't her fault
what I had done in the past.

But she was so little.

The day before…

The day before she was killed,
I passed by her room

and saw her brushing a doll's hair
like when she was a little girl.

What would you do
if you knew who killed your daughter?

What's going on, Isabel?

That night, after the fair,
they went to a party,

but it wasn't a normal party.

There were football players
and a few celebrities.

They brought very young girls
and gave them drugs and alcohol.

The girls earned a bit of money,
I don't know how much,

just for being at the party.

And they could sleep with those men
if they wanted to.

Have you told that idiot
from the Guardia Civil?

No.

Good.

-Who were those people?
-I only know one name.

-The last one who was with the girls.
-Give me the name, Isabel.

When you talk to him, I want to be there.

Give me the name, Isabel.

I'll tell you…

but you have to do me a favor.

I need you to get rid of something.

Come on, man. I'm gonna miss my flight.

I'm not gonna make it.

Come on, let's go.

-Flight's in two hours. Will we make it?
-Sure.

Then let's move.

Come on, man.
I'm telling you, I'll miss it.

What the hell are you doing?
What is this? What the hell?

All right, damn it.

Let's go.

Still not dressed?

-What?
-Don't you remember?

-Aida. Verdi. Málaga.
-Oh, it was today.

Yeah, and I booked us a table
after the show

at a restaurant near Larios Street.

-I heard the food is amazing.
-Well, I can't go. It's impossible.

But I already got the tickets.

-Then just tell me how much I owe you.
-It's not about the money.

Come on, how long has it been
since you had a fun night out?

I'm not in the mood for fun, Ceferino.

Isabel, we all hurt after what happened.

We'd give anything to have the girls back,
but that's just not possible.

Are you going to spend
the rest of your life shut in here?

-That's my business.
-But you have to move on.

-Leave me alone, Ceferino.
-Isabel.

Isabel?

Jesus.

Idiot.

Talk to me, Antonio.

Beltrán?

Yes.

I know he's missing.

But what does Beltrán
have to do with Verónica?

They went through his computer
to see if there was anything helpful.

They found pictures
of Beltrán and Verónica.

Zaera showed them to me.

So what?

They knew each other from the village.

They were sexual photos.

Looks like they were at a party.

They were taken
at a villa off Peñones Road.

Why is this happening now?

Zaera leaked the photos to the press.

When we got home,
we were swarmed by reporters.

And where's the girl?

In her room.

Lupe?

What are you doing in Verónica's room?

Is it starting all over again?

What do you mean?

The paparazzi outside 24/7,

TV shows talking about Vero…

Everyone having
something to say about her.

Who knows what they'll say
now that those photos are out.

I don't have the strength anymore,
Grandma.

Let's hope this time
it all blows over sooner, dear.

I shouldn't have said
what I did about Verónica.

I wish she were alive. I miss her so much.

I know, sweetie.

Forensics is inspecting
the villa on Peñones Road.

Though we're not expecting much
as the party happened two years ago.

It won't be easy to track down
whoever threw the party either.

That night, the villa was rented
by a company that turned out not to exist.

That's why I came to ask for your help.

The team…

enhanced those photos.

You can't make out the plates,
but you can see that there are

two high-end cars.

You sell and rent out
luxury vehicles, right?

I don't know,
maybe you can recognize the models.

Look, this one's a Silver Spirit,
and that one's a Ferrari Testarossa.

I'll tell you something
you may not have noticed.

This car is red. See?
And so is the other one. Both red.

No one in the Guardia Civil
can ID the models,

so you had to come to my house and ask me?

-Don't have the balls to say I did it?
-I'm not saying that.

I was just thinking maybe you loaned it
or rented it out to someone that night.

I wasn't there that night.
I didn't rent or loan anything to anyone.

Ask the witnesses who saw me,

even though
you've grilled them repeatedly.

Besides tapping my phones
and bugging my office.

What good did it do you, Zaera?

Nothing. Just wasted your time

and wrecked my family
by making me look guilty.

Then why not cooperate, Salazar?

We're this close to getting justice.

Justice?

Who leaked those photos to the press?

Huh?

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house.

After two years of silence
in the case of the Frigiliana girls,

there's been a breakthrough.

Sexually explicit photos have been leaked

showing the two girls

and the recently missing young man,
Beltrán Gómez de los Ríos.

The photos were allegedly taken,
according to the Guardia Civil,

in a luxury villa on Peñones Road.

Investigators have labeled it a priority
to locate the missing young man,

and they've released
a recording where he can be heard.

It's the emergency call he made.

In the background,
you can hear a whistling sound.

Listen closely.

Is anyone there?

Please stay calm. Try to say your name.

Yes.

We know it's hard
to identify this whistle,

but if any of our listeners recognize it,

or have any information
about the photographs,

we ask that you contact the Guardia Civil…

Yes, Rafael.

I've been speaking to Carlos Jaén.
We need to meet.

He didn't do it.

Rafael.

Hey, we agreed I'd be there
when you spoke to Carlos Jaén.

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

Well, because I just know, Isabel.

He didn't kill them.

He did say
there was a third girl. Kind of…

Arab-looking, with a mark on her face.
They left the house together.

We have to find her.
She can tell us what really happened.

Do you recall Verónica
having a friend like that in the village?

No.

But I can try to find out.

I'll call you later.

-Isabel.
-Oh. What is it, Ceferino?

Want to grab a drink?

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

Thanks, but I'm in a hurry.

Whatever it is can wait five minutes.
We need to talk.

-I said I'm in a hurry.
-Beltrán.

Did you hear the recording they put out?

You can hear someone
in the background whistling a copla.

-No, I haven't heard it.
-It goes kind of like…

Why don't we talk somewhere more private?

Say whatever you have to say right here.

Why are you so cold with me,
after how much I care about you?

Look, I don't want to ruin your life.
You've already been through enough.

You're a creep.

You have been since we were 15.

Only now you're not just a creep.
You're an old one.

Why haven't you told the Guardia Civil
Beltrán made the call from your house?

I was there.

But you're right.

I'm old. My memory's not great.

And I could forget all about it
if you let me keep you company.

I can't stand you.

You're going to make me
do something I don't want to.

Isabel!

PICOS DE ALHAMA HIGH SCHOOL

Isabel, why do you want
Verónica's academic record?

I don't know. Maybe holding on
to all these memories isn't healthy.

No, it's for my other granddaughter, Lupe.

She's idealized her sister.
And that's not doing her any favors.

I want her to see
that Verónica also failed sometimes.

Or messed up.
Something like that, you know?

The password is still the same
as when you worked here.

Dyslexia, hyperactivity,
special abilities…

When I started at this school,
things were much simpler.

There were smart kids and dumb kids.
That was it.

Back then, the slow kids
just had to work harder.

The smart ones didn't.

But now the parents
come in and ask us to pass them…

It's all just so ridiculous.

Look, I know I'll get less in my pension,
but I'm taking early retirement.

I'm done.
Every morning, calls from parents.

I don't care about the money.
€100, whatever.

But I'm so tired of parents, seriously.

FIRST NAME: JAMILA

LAST NAME: ABDALLAH

Yes, I'm retiring, of course I am.
It's unbearable.

Every call is an argument,

and not knowing what to do,
how to handle it…

-Rosario?
-What?

What happened to the girl with the mark?
Jamila Abdallah.

Yeah, Jamila. She didn't finish the year.

She left early. I don't know,
I guess they moved or something.

Have you seen
your granddaughter's file yet?

Oh, right.

Hello, Isabel.

Sorry to bother you,
but we received a report.

What?

A man called saying he's heard
in Beltrán's emergency call recording,

and that he was at your house.

That's ridiculous.

Maybe so, but we still need to check.
Park your car and wait here.

Right, we'll start in five minutes, okay?

I think I know who filed the report.

He's just wasting your time.

Some men won't leave you alone,
even at 70.

Isabel,

Beltrán's phone was traced
to this house, or very close by.

And we also have that man's statement.

Sergeant.

What've we got?

There are traces of blood on the floor.
It starts in the kitchen.

Oh, the meat.

It must've dripped
when I took it out of the freezer.

You don't remember?

And this is the freezer
you took the meat from, right?

Yes. It broke. It's empty now.

Let's see.

Well, not exactly empty.

That's my son's.

He came to fix it and filled it up
for the restaurant while he was here.

Can you close it, please?

To the kitchen, please.

Thanks.

Isabel,

if you knew anything about Beltrán,
you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

I'm the first one who wants to know
what happened to my granddaughter.

We'll have the blood test results
in a few days.

You're only going to find pig's blood.

I hope you're right.

The Algerian girl
doesn't live in Frigiliana anymore.

She left shortly after
what happened with Marta and Verónica.

Don't worry, I'll find her.
Just tell me her name.

We're in this together, Rafael,

and I appreciate
what you did with the freezer.

But I want to hear it from Carlos Jaén.

After I talk to him,
I'll give you her name.

Please, I'm begging you.

I haven't done anything.

I swear I haven't done anything, please.

Please, I didn't do anything.

Get me out of here. Please, get me out.

Why are you doing this to me? Please.

I didn't do anything, for God's sake.
I swear I didn't.

Get me out of here, please.
I'm begging you, I didn't do anything.

Isabel, this is Carlos Jaén.

Carlos Jaén, meet Isabel.
She's Verónica's grandmother, you know?

She came with me so you can tell her
what you told me yesterday.

How you fucked Verónica
and how you fucked my Marta.

Isn't that what you said?
That you fucked them?

I didn't do anything to them.
I've told you a thousand times, dammit.

Now I want you to tell me.

Aren't you going to answer the question?

Show some respect, man.
She's an older lady.

-Or what? Huh? What?
-No.

Okay, put the key away.
Enough with the key.

Enough, dammit…

It was a party, okay? A party.

There were drugs, but…

no one was forced to be there, ma'am.

Who else was at the party?
Who organized it? Come on, names.

Some guy contacted me.

Beltrán. His name is Beltrán.

I was with them, okay?

I was with Marta, I was with Verónica…

But Marta started feeling sick.

And Verónica
took her away with another girl.

One with a mark on her face.

Arab-looking or something like that.
I'd never seen her before, I swear.

The three of them left together, I swear.

I don't know what happened after.
I didn't do anything to them.

You've got the wrong person, ma'am.

I swear on my mother, that's all I know.
Where are you going?

Hey! No. What is this?

What is this, please? What is this?

-Please, ma'am.
-Rafael.

Hey! Stop this. Please stop this.

Ma'am, for God's sake.
What is this? Is this about money?

I'll pay whatever you want,
just please stop this!

Stop it! Stop it, for God's sake! Please!

Stop it!

Your call, Isabel.

Her name is…

Jamila Abdallah.

Hello.

It's very late, Antonio. What's going on?

We're at the La Axarquía hospital.

What?

-What did she take?
-Two packs of pills.

-Oh my God.
-We pumped her stomach.

For now, she's stable. This way.

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

Oh. Can I see her?

Of course.
She's in this room, with her father.

-Thank you, Doctor.
-You're welcome.

Hi, Antonio.

How is she?

Sweetheart, why would you
do something like this?

Tell me it's not true.

That everything they're saying
about Verónica isn't true.

The press got a hold of her phone number.

They told her her sister was a prostitute.

-Bastards.
-I already told her it's all a lie.

That's right, listen to your father.
You know that's not true.

I just wish I could see her again.

Even just once.

And hug her again.

-I want to be with her.
-Please don't say that.

Lupe, don't talk like that.

I miss her so much.

I need to talk to her.

-Even just once.
-Please, Lupe, don't say that.

Sweetheart.

She's alive.

What?

Verónica.

She's alive.

Subtitle translation by: Felipe M.