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-[ominous music playing] -[bell ringing]

[piano keys tinkling]

[tinkling continues]

[ominous music continues]

[heavy breathing]

[straining, panting]

[grunts]

-[sniffling] -[ominous music builds]

[breathing heavily]

[ominous music fades]

[somber piano music playing]

[somber music turns dramatic]

TWO GRAVES

[music fades]

TWO GRAVES

[underwater sounds]

-[woman] What's the name? [muted] -[girl] Nicolasa. [muted]

[woman] Do you know who that is? Mandy's grandmother. [muted]

-[girl] Oh, really, Mandy's grandmother? -Mm-hm.

[girl] And, "Paquita Rincón"?

Add her, she works at the garden center, she's nice.

[girl] Okay.

"Rosario Méndez"?

-Rosario, the… the professor? -Yeah.

-How can you be friends with her? -Huh?

In school, she isn't quite known for being…

-[chuckles] So what? -I don't wanna put her in!

Uh, do it anyways, I don't know how to use this phone.

Granny, if you hadn't dropped it in the pool,

I wouldn't have to re-add all your contacts yet again.

-[chuckles] -Okay, let's see… Oh, here's Dad!

-What should his name be? -Um…

-"Annoying Son." -[chuckles]

-For real? You're awful. -Mmm.

[both chuckling]

[soft piano music playing]

-[chuckles] -Great…

-[girl chuckles] -Good. [chuckles]

-[music ends] -[both chuckle]

Great! [chuckles] And, to top it off…

-I got something for you. Hope ya like it! -Oh, did ya? Surprise me!

[gasps]

-Well? -They're beautiful!

-Do you like it? -Oh, my gosh!

I couldn't resist, I got myself a matching pair.

[gasps] Granny!

-Huh, oh, thank you! -Aw, I love ya. [chuckles]

How 'bout we finish adding the rest of the contacts tomorrow?

I gotta run.

-Uh-huh. Oh! Hey, Veró! Wait. -Thanks.

-So, we're on for lunch tomorrow? -We could do it over at dad's restaurant.

Uh, it's packed during the fair, can we not?

Uh, you'e right. If we have it here, will you make garlic rabbit?

-I think I could do that. -Okay.

[both] Mwah!

-[woman chuckles] -Bye, Granny. Love ya!

You be safe at the fair, okay, sweetie?

[bell ringing]

-[lively chatter] -[singing in Spanish]

[man shouting in Spanish]

[clapping]

[singing and clapping continue outside]

[chuckles softly]

-[man blows air, chuckles] -[girl chuckles softly]

Well, I'm off to work, so you, um…

-You look pretty! -Thank you.

I'll be at the restaurant. Have fun, but get back at two, okay?

Uh, sure, three it is. [chuckles]

I said two.

I said three.

[girl chuckles]

-You behave, okay? -[sighs] Yes.

-[door opens, closes] -[girl exhales]

-All right, let's do your make-up! -Okay! [chuckles]

-[upbeat pop music playing] -[lively chatter, excited screams]

[heavy drumbeat in background]

Marta!

-[Marta shrieks] -[both chuckle]

[Marta] Look at you!

You look great! Oh! [shrieks]

[both chuckle]

What'd your parents say?

Well, my mom said I look beautiful, and… uh, my dad didn't even look.

My dad said curfew's two.

-Ah. [laughs] -Yeah, fucking right!

-[Marta] Let's get some drinks! -Hey! Let get you a drink, Verónica!

-I'll pay for my own drink! -[Marta] Bye, handsome!

[guys shouting]

-Hey, what're you doin'? -[Marta chuckles] I don't know…

[Veró] All right, let's go have a fuckin' great time!

-Is it far? -Really far. [laughs]

[sighs] These shoes are gonna kill me.

[car engine starts]

We won't walk then.

Come on!

[both chuckling]

-Hola guapo. -[man] Well, hey there, ladies.

Could you take us somewhere?

Yeah, come on in.

-Where are you two ladies going tonight? -[Veró] Get in!

Ah, thank you!

-[car doors close] -[car takes off]

[ominous music playing]

[thuds]

-[wind chimes tinkling] -[trees rustling]

VERÓNICA - FAVORITE GRANDDAUGHTER

[mellow piano music playing]

[telephone rings]

Uh, hello?

[woman] Hi Antonio, do you know where Veró is?

[groans] No. No, I don't, um… I left early this morning.

I figured she was in her bedroom.

[mellow piano music continues]

[telephone ringing]

-Hey, Grandma. -Hey, sweetie.

Can you check if Veró's awake?

[girl] Veró.

Uh, she's not here. I don't think she slept here.

[man] Give them to all the neighbors. Ask if they've seen them.

MISSING

[woman] Thank you.

[men and women shouting] Verónica! Marta!

[shouting continues] Verónica! Marta!

[car doors close]

[woman] Marta!

[man] Marta! [echoes]

[woman] I went that way, couldn't find anything.

[man] Antonio?

Morning, sir. I'm Miguel Zaera, with the judicial police.

[Miguel sighs]

If you wanna tell me something about 'em, then go on.

Don't be afraid.

I swear, you can trust me.

[man on TV] A week has passed since Verónica Marín

and Marta Salazar went missing.

The people of Frigiliana now live in fear,

in a town that, under normal circumstances, is used to peace.

But today, they've been robbed of that.

As of now, there are no clues regarding the girls' whereabouts.

Okay, take these items and take the dogs to the woods.

Sergeant? We just found some security footage.

Looks like a Ford Focus picked them up. We have the license plate.

-[man] Murderer! -[crowd shouting angrily]

[man on TV] This just in, the military police have arrested the prime suspect

in the Frigiliana case,

identified as Jonás Herrera.

I said, I took the two of them to Los Peñones.

[Miguel] Jonás, stop lying!

I'm not! They were gonna meet a friend or something, that's what they told me.

No, no. Don't raise your voice with me.

You better think hard because you're the main suspect.

You're the last one to see the girls alive.

LOS PEÑONES RECREATION AREA

-[whistle blowing] -[indistinct chatter]

[poignant piano music playing]

Okay, nobody touch anything! Get back, please.

-[dog barking in distance] -[Miguel] Let's cordon off the area!

[man] You heard him, cordon off the perimeter now.

[Miguel] Do you recognize it?

[camera shutter clicking]

[Miguel] We found traces of blood on the jacket and a bench.

Lab reports concluded it belongs to… to Marta and Verónica. [exhales]

[poignant piano music continues]

[man] All right, let's bring it in, easy now!

[chain cranking]

Aurelio, hold up!

[cellphone ringing]

-[music stops] -[cellphone continues ringing]

[answer beep]

[takes a deep breath]

Isabel.

[church bell tolling]

[sobbing]

[somber music playing]

[mourners sobbing, sniffling]

[woman] Marta.

Come here.

[woman sobbing, trembling]

[woman whimpering]

I'm so sorry for you both.

All my love. I'm sorry.

Thank you, Isabel.

[people talking in Spanish]

[Miguel] Isabel.

Have you heard anything?

[breathes deeply] We won't rest 'til she's found.

We need to know. We can't live this way. I can't bear it.

Believe me, we're going to find your granddaughter.

You have my word.

[music stops]

TWO YEARS LATER

[man on TV] Let's finish off today's show with a special report.

Two years have gone by since the tragedy of the two missing girls from Frigiliana.

But unfortunately, we still have more questions than we do answers for the case.

Our own Carmen López is on the scene.

We go over to her now.

EL TARDEO WITH CARLOS JAÉN

Thank you, Carlos. It's been the driest winter

in two decades for the town,

but nevertheless, all of Frigiliana is focused on the tragedy

of the missing girls, Marta Salazar and Verónica Marín.

TWO YEARS SINCE THE DISAPPEARANCE

They disappeared during the Saint Anthony's fair two years ago,

after hitching a ride from a young man.

[Carmen] It was here that the two teenage girls were last seen

getting into Jonás Herrera's blue Ford Focus.

Marta Salazar's body was later found at sea with clear signs of violence

and, according to the autopsy report, sexual abuse.

However, the search for Verónica's body in the Mediterranean Sea…

was fruitless.

The search, sadly, was called off.

Many questions remain to this day, with almost no witnesses to provide answers.

Besides Herrera, the police had only a few suspects, such as Johannes Witzke,

a German citizen who had been sentenced for multiple sexual offenses

in his home country.

He was questioned and, although his involvement was dismissed,

he took his own life a few days after his arrest.

As for Jonás Herrera… he was released,

and the police controversially declined to indict him.

Herrera was the last person to see the girls alive.

Although his testimony cannot be corroborated,

it seems the police ultimately concluded

that there was insufficient evidence to incriminate him,

and the case was declared closed unless new evidence could be found,

at which point a new team can resume the invest--

-[church bell ringing in distance] -[Isabel breathing heavily]

[Isabel] There's stew in the microwave if you want.

-Has Lupe eaten? -I dunno, I haven't… seen her eat.

She hardly ever does anymore.

So, uh…

You know, they're making the right call to let Zaera off the case.

I mean, the new one can't be any worse, huh ?

No, they're closing the investigation.

But… on the TV, they said there's gonna be another one.

[scoffs] Oh, really?

And you actually believe that?

You know they're never gonna find her body.

And we have to move on.

But we can't just stop looking for her!

We have to think of Lupe.

Have you thought about her at all?

We can't bring Verónica back, okay?

And I have to move on.

[breathes heavily]

[bangs towel]

[breathing shakily]

[ominous music playing]

No.

No! No, no!

[music fades]

The UCO would've solved this from the beginning if you'd brought them on.

Instead, we have two years of work down the drain.

We've done hundreds of searches trying to find her, you know that.

You were there when we dragged the strait.

Oh, sure. Your toy, that robot. What a great job it did.

Aren't you all amazing. Not a penny to lose.

Uh, Isabel…

Until now… when they declared my granddaughter too expensive to find!

[exhales deeply] Look, I don't make those calls.

Ah! Thank God for that.

Because every decision you've made has been awful so far.

So Jonás Herrera, you mean releasing him wasn't your idea, huh?

Jonás has to know more. You know he does!

Look, neither of them were directly connected to the disappearances,

so we had to let them go.

Then who… who murdered my granddaughter?

Wha… I… I… I don't get who would that, and why!

Wh… Why is she dead? [sobs]

I need to find my granddaughter. [sobbing]

[man] Let's leave for a moment.

[Isabel continues sobbing]

Isabel, uh… here's the thing.

I… really have done all that I can.

What about… Marta's dad?

Verónica's gone… because she was with Marta.

You know everyone knows who that man really is.

No, nothing's been proven.

What do you mean?

He's involved with drugs, or even worse than that!

And the… that degenerate German, Johannes Witzke…

-Mhm. -Are you sure he took his own life?

Or did Salazar do that?

Isabel, we investigated his circle, we checked him out and we found nothing.

All right? Nothing.

I think you're afraid of that man.

I'm not though.

[dramatic music playing]

[dog barking in distance]

[doorbell rings]

[man] Can I help you?

[Isabel] Can I please see… Rafael Salazar?

Come in and wait here, please.

[dog barks, panting]

Rafael?

Rafael, sorry. Verónica's grandmother…

Isabel, she's here.

-[Rafael sniffs] -[man] Come in.

Emilio, let's play outside.

Ah, you want a drink? Some coffee, maybe some wine?

No, uh… it'll only take a moment.

[Rafael pours a drink]

Kind of odd, huh?

You know, that we haven't really had the opportunity to…

To have a chat together… with your son.

I… Rafael…

I know who you are, and I want the truth.

Okay then, about what?

I wanna know where my granddaughter is.

You… you know more than you're saying,

and I'm not willing to move on until I know.

That night, Rafael…

What happened?

Why Verónica?

And my Marta. Huh? My Marta as well.

Why was she raped, murdered, and dumped in the sea?

But, you've got to have more information, don't you?

Mm, I mean from your associates or your business partners?

Isabel, I've done everything I can.

From trusting the Civil Guard…

to some other things that…

Well, I'm not gonna get into that, because frankly…

I don't feel like giving you the truth today.

Rafael.

Maybe not today, but you will eventually.

[sinister music playing]

[door opens]

Fucking old bitch.

[Carlos] All right, Núria, I wanted to switch gears a little bit

and talk about the workers in Andalusia.

I call 'em the heroes of Andalusia.

Because with this ongoing drought we're suffering through,

I dare say they've become heroes.

And here in Andalusia, no matter the problem,

we face it with a smile.

So let's have fun and turn up the music!

[upbeat Spanish guitar music playing]

[doorbell rings]

[loud sigh]

[gate opening]

Beltrán?

-I thought we had class at nine, right? -Oh, we… right. Come on in, please.

I… I'm sorry, uh… I've just been having an off day.

[somber piano music playing]

[Isabel] Uh! You're a little late, play it again.

Hm, right.

[piano music resumes]

Ah, better…

Okay, you're doing good, continue.

Right. Mm.

[waves lapping]

[seagulls cawing]

-[line ringing] -[answer tone]

[Isabel] Hi, Antonio.

That cigarette taste good?

[exhales] What, are you spying on me?

God forbid I just want a cigarette in between the classes.

Your funeral, I suppose, then.

So, what are your plans for tonight?

Lupe wants to tell us both something at dinner… together.

Well, okay. At your place?

No, at the restaurant. I'm gonna be workin' all night.

Nine sound good?

-Oh, sure. -[man] Isabel!

[Isabel] Sorry, I gotta run, Ceferino's here.

[exhales]

PROFIT AND LOSS FILE

Why are you here, Ceferino?

I hate what this drought's doing to the wildlife.

It makes me sad to see your plants that way!

Water'd be nice if they allowed it.

That's what I'm for. If you want, I can smuggle some water in for ya!

No, I appreciate it, but no thanks.

At least let me give you some fertilizer to help with those flowers!

Sure, but I don't really care.

-But I do, though! -Great.

Okay, but I'm gonna give you some rose seeds,

they root very easily. I insist!

Don't insist, Ceferino!

[Antonio] Let's see… Natural Sciences: B.

And in Arts, it's a B again. But it says here your Tech class is a C.

I'm really bad with computers.

Yeah… but the thing is, honey, it's gonna effect your GPA.

[sighs] Come on, you're so annoying, Antonio.

I think we can ignore Tech! Are you seeing what I'm seeing here?

Look at this, two Bs and the rest are all As!

Even in Geography with that mean teacher, Rosario.

Fine, I'm proud of ya.

-[Lupe chuckles] I know. -Are you hungry?

Got a surprise, be right back.

I'll bet you ten euros he's bringing croquettes with him.

Bet accepted, but… Bet you it's dogfish, though.

If you wanna lose, okay.

-[chuckles] You're on. -Look at this! [chuckles]

[Isabel laughing] Oh!

[Lupe chuckles]

Surprise!

-[Isabel sighs] -[Lupe and Antonio chuckle]

-[Lupe] Pay up, Grandma. -I bet the both of you were in on this.

[laughs]

[poignant piano music playing]

[Lupe] Okay, thank you, this is good!

Of course. Would you like to have some wine?

Just a little.

Mm. Do you like it?

-Mmm. Yeah. -Oh, yeah? Cheers.

-[poignant music fades] -[waves lapping]

Didn't touch your dessert, huh?

Well, the doctor says I gotta eat less sugar, apparently.

Doctor's been telling you a lotta things lately.

Huh. Not a one of them good.

I haven't gone swimming since it happened, Antonio.

Hm.

Not without thinking about Verónica being in that sea.

I think about her… every minute.

But I have responsibilities.

But isn't Verónica your responsibility?

Apparently that responsibility won't include finding the asshole who killed her

and putting him in prison!

How fucking dare you, Isabel.

[ominous music playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

[talking in Spanish]

[bike engine idling]

[ominous music builds]

[engine excelerates]

[horn honking]

[ominous music fades]

[somber piano music playing]

[Isabel] Your right hand.

Uh-huh.

JONÁS HERRERA IS RELEASED

All right, um, uh, just breathe.

Hm?

-[doorbell rings] -[piano music stops]

-No, no, go on. -[gate opens]

-[man] Isabel. -What are you doing here?

Well, it's gonna take a few days to close up the investigation for us…

May I come in?

Well, no, I have a lesson right now. Can't you hear it?

Marisol needs a lot of practice.

It's important.

Marisol, hey. I have to talk with a friend.

HERRERA IS RELEASED

-[Isabel] See you in two days. -[Marisol] Sounds good.

-Bye. Thank you. -Bye, Isabel.

Sorry.

All right, what is it?

How long's it been since your retired?

Four years.

-Hm. -[door closes]

But I don't really have a pension, so… I lived outside Spain for a while.

I've always lived like a hippie.

Actually, uh… are you interested in lessons? I could give you a discount.

[chuckles] No… no, no, no.

Music, no… I'm no good.

Oh, is that so? So you're still trying to figure out what you can do.

I wouldn't worry about it. You'll figure it out… eventually.

[exhales]

This sort of thing. It doesn't help, Isabel.

What do you mean?

[Miguel sighs] "I know what happened to Marta and Verónica."

What are you trying to do? To keep us looking?

-But it wasn't me, I'd never send that! -Isabel cut the B.S. Not gonna work.

Let's start with the manuscript paper.♦

According to the stationery shop, you're the only one who buys it.

And newspapers too. Really?

If you know any kids that have ever read one let me know,

because I don't know one.

Look…

I know you feel that we don't care about this case at all

and that we're incompetent.

But we've truly done our best here, Isabel.

I'm sure.

[Miguel sighs] All the same, I know it wasn't enough.

We'll stay in touch.

[man on TV] This Friday! "Afternoons with Carlos Jaén" has a new guest!

Núria Vázquez, let's hear it for her!

[man] It's the end-of-season special,

as Andalusia's most-viewed daytime talk show

for the past five years goes on vacation… in style!

[Carlos] Let's keep that applause up, you won't believe what we've got next!

[man] The "Afternoons with Carlos Jaén" end-of-season special,

this Friday at five, only on See Channel!

[doorbell rings]

-Um, good evening. -Good evening. Okay…

Here you go!

Thanks. Hey…

The other night, there was a driver,

I was hoping you would know who it was.

A car had bumped him off the road. Poor thing looked awful, I was worried…

-Yeesh, yeah, we have to be careful. -Mm.

Do, uh, you have his number? His name's Jonás.

Um, I'm sorry, but… I don't know it, so… I know him, just not his number.

Okay.

See ya.

Uh-huh.

Uh… So, um, could you ask him for it? Um, when you see him, yeah?

I'd really appreciate it, I wanted to check in

and see if he was okay.

Oh, sure, definitely.

I think he's finished his shift for the day.

He has another job though. Nights at the fish market, I think.

Ah. Well, okay, I guess that means he's all right.

-Yeah. -Mm. Well, thank you very much!

You're welcome.

[ominous music playing]

[machine whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

[ominous music continues]

[keys jangling]

[car door closes]

[boat creaks]

[Isabel breathing heavily]

[boat creaking]

[music fades]

[sizzling]

[Carlos on TV] Here we have Nuria Vázquez. Let's hear it for her.

So pretty, just gorgeous.

Honestly, you look absolutely gorgeous.

How are you this evening, Nuria?

Come here. You look like you're doing great.

Wow, look at that dress.

[laughter on TV]

-[door creaks] -[Isabel gasps]

-[Jonás] Hey. Hey! -[grunts]

Isabel?

Jonás… We need to have a talk. Sit.

What the hell are you doing with a knife?

Please just sit! Sit down, right there. That's it.

-[clamoring] -[Isabel grunting, groaning]

[Jonás] I ought to fuck you up, but just…

Get out!

[groaning]

-[Isabel sobbing] -[TV chatter continues in background]

All right, get up and try to calm down.

[breathing shakily]

[Isabel groaning]

[Jonás] Want some tea? It'll calm you down.

Alcohol?

[Jonás pours a drink]

I just want the truth, and you're the only one who can give it to me.

You saw her last. You're all I have to cling to.

Drink this and get out. We're not gonna talk.

The police have given up, but I have no intention of doing that.

I can't just allow whoever did this to walk away as if nothing ever happened.

Please tell me!

Verónica and Marta… both of them are dead.

Well, I can't help you with that, Isabel.

Who then, huh? Marta's father?

[Jonás exhales deeply]

[Isabel] Do you know if the girls talked about him that night?

Don't go anywhere near that man, okay?

That guys a maniac, even worse than you.

Just what do you know about Salazar?

"Dangerous," how?

And how do you know he doesn't know more?

[exhales deeply]

[pours a drink]

Salazar'd never trust the police at all.

I'd already moved to Nerja, I couldn't live in town anymore.

Everyone said that I was guilty.

But one night, I finish work…

they catch me in a garage and take me to a warehouse, I dunno where.

And Salazar was there.

He broke my cheekbone, a few of my ribs, and my nose too.

He said that I'd never work again.

Said he'd made sure of it.

And look how I'm living now.

Wow. I'm so sorry, Jonás.

I… could I ask you a favor?

Please tell me what happened. You can be honest with me. Huh?

-You won't learn anything new. -I'm begging you.

[Jonás sighs]

[ominous music playing]

Okay, fine, I'll tell you.

Around ten, I was meeting friends at Torre del Mar.

I got in my car…

Verónica and Marta were leaving the fair.

Hola guapo.

[Jonás] I hardly knew Marta, but I… yeah, I had met Verónica before.

-[car door closes] -Then again, everyone in town knew her.

Trust me, she never went unnoticed.

[girls laughing]

[Jonás] They were laughing about someone they'd seen.

Something about kids from class.

-[Marta] Those boys only wanted you! -No. They wanted you too!

I told them to come with me, but they said they were meeting someone.

They never said who though.

Sorry I can't tell you more.

Oh, with a friend.

[Jonás] Oh, a friend? Ah, really?

[Veró laughs] Jonás, don't be a douche.

We really didn't talk much that night.

Then she, um… took out these earrings and put 'em on.

They were… green, I think.

Those are hideous.

-[Jonás] Marta hated them. -[Marta] Who gave them to you?

-[Jonás] Told her not to wear 'em. -Uh, they're a present, so…

Well, they are pretty ugly. [chuckles]

[Jonás] So I asked her why she was wearing them then.

She didn't answer.

Just smiled and asked me to stop the car.

-[Jonás] See you later! -Ciao!

[chuckles] See ya.

-[Veró and Marta laughing] -[both scream playfully]

[Jonás] And they left.

[Isabel sobs]

-I shouldn't have told you any of that. -No.

Really, thank you, Jonás.

[sniffles]

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music fades]

[fire crackling]

[doorbell rings]

[gate opens]

Isabel. You trying to get out of teaching classes?

Oh, I'm sorry, Beltrán. I slept in, I suppose, uh…

Please, come on.

You can start warming up, Beltrán. I'm gonna make some coffee, all right?

[sighs]

[Beltrán] Just tolerate me a little longer, Isabel!

At least 'til I pass the entrance exam for music school.

[Beltrán begins playing the piano] Hey, then you can quit teaching!

My parents'll be happy, and I'll never play the piano again!

[Isabel] That's enough. Come on. [sighs]

Don't focus so much on your technique, okay?

It's all in the expression. No one wants a robot.

Nah.

[silence]

What?

Your earrings…

Verónica had some like that.

She had the same ones.

[unsettling music playing]

[Beltrán] I… Uh, you know what, I'm sorry, I'm… I'm an idiot.

I shouldn't have talked about Verónica.

[Beltrán exhales]

[unsettling music turns poignant]

[breathing shakily]

[poignant, unsettling music continues]

[breathing heavily]

[coffee pot boiling]

[grinding]

-[water bubbling] -[coffee pot whistling]

-[piano music continues] -[cup rattling]

-[music stops] [Beltrán] Thank you.

[slurps quietly]

[poignant piano music resumes]

-[breathing shakily] -[music becomes distorted]

-[piano stool squeaks] -[thud]

[crockery crashing]

[ominous music playing]

[zips]

[breathing heavily]

[Beltrán groans, mumbles]

[mumbles] Hey. What the…?

[quietly] Hey.

[trembling] Isa…? [coughs]

[coughs]

[coughs, groans]

-[gulps] -[head thuds]

[mumbling, breathing heavily] I don't feel well…

Why am I like this?

How did you know about these?

What?

I gave another pair of these to Verónica, but she never wore 'em,

not until Jonás dropped her and Marta off at the junction near Los Peñones.

You had to have seen her afterwards, Beltrán. Huh?

[exhales]

I, I… what do you mean? I…

[laughs] Seriously? I mean, Isabel…

You gotta realize how odd you're being, it's… a little overkill.

[gasps] How'd you know that Verónica had the same earrings as well?

You did see her afterwards, Beltrán!

You… you…

Isabel, you… I need you to stop, all right?

Look, you are not being funny anymore.

-Cut it out. -None of this has ever been funny…

-You son of a bitch! -Isa… Isabel!

You old piece of shit. [bangs]

Isabel? Isabel, let me go. Come on, let's forget all this! All right?

-[rattling] -Let me go and I ain't gonna say a word!

The… the hell are you doing with that?

Okay, just… stay calm, and put that down, please!

You need help, Isabel! All right? Okay?

Trust me, you're the one who'll need help!

-Isabel! [screaming] -Talk! Talk, what happened that night?

-Why did you not tell the police? Huh? -[groaning]

But I know nothing at all, Isabel. Not kidding, at all!

I never saw Verónica and Marta, so just please, just please…

-What about the earrings, then, huh? -Fuck the earrings, you stupid bitch!

-[groans] -[grunts]

Oh, trust me, I'm only getting started. Talk! Now!

Please stop. Come on!

Verónica was my friend. I could never hurt her, that's not who I am!

Please, you have to believe me.

I can't take any more pain.

I would never lie. Come on. Come on.

-You're not like this, Isabel. -[shrieks]

-You've become someone else now. -[Isabel crying]

And all this because of what happened to Verónica.

I get it, but I didn't hurt her.

Okay?

Verónica was my friend.

[Isabel sniffles]

Can you untie me, Isabel?

[Isabel whimpers, sobs]

[footsteps]

[takes a deep breath] Thanks.

[grunts]

[Isabel breathing heavily]

[sniffs]

But before I do, Beltrán… [sniffles]

I promise I'll let you go,

but tell me one thing, about the earrings.

Since Verónica only wore them that night, how'd you know?

[under breath] Uh…

Well, I saw it.

Yeah, yeah, she had them on…

at the fair.

She said they were a gift from you, and she thought…

they were beautiful.

[ominous music playing]

Now cut me out.

[ominous music builds]

-[groans] She thought they were beautiful? -[screams]

She thought they were ugly,

so you didn't see her at the fair, and she didn't talk about them!

Where did you see her, Beltrán? Don't lie to me…

Take me to the police and I'll confess it all! No one deserves this!

You never confessed before, why do it now?

You won't be talking to anyone except for me!

You're gonna tell me everything you know!

You are not escaping this, you understand?

So you are in a world of trouble!

You better tell me exactly what happened to my granddaughter. Or you will die!

[grunts] We went to a party, okay?

Huh? Wha… what party? Details!

[gulps, voice trembles] Me, Verónica and Marta.

We went to a party. But nothing happened, okay?

I swear. I…I saw them leave, they left and they were fine.

And who was there at the party? What kind of party was it? Tell me.

A private one.

Soccer players, celebrities…

And they asked me to… to bring girls, younger ones.

And the… the younger, the bet…

-[groans] Verónica, she, uh… -She what? What are you saying?

Verónica, she was what… What? Talk, what were you gonna say?

-Speak up now! -Verónica, she'd just go to make cash!

And Marta as well.

-What the fuck are you saying, Beltrán? -Yeah. That's it!

They would get high as fuck! And fuck whoever they felt that night.

-Huh? -Is that what you wanted to hear? Huh?

-Son of a bitch! -How I fucked Verónica and Marta?

You wanna hear how those whores left with some fifty-year-old men?

With Carlos Jaén? You like that?

Carlos Jaén?

You wanna hear about how much she loved it? Do you?

-Fucked them and loved it! -Cut it out! Don't say that!

-She was a whore to anyone who paid her! -Don't say anything else!

-You call her that… -That's what she was!

-Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! -[thudding]

[breathing shakily]

[drops hammer]

[sobs]

Beltrán? [whimpers]

Beltrán?

-[chair creaks] -[poignant piano music playing]

[Isabel crying]

[poignant piano music continues]

[poignant piano music fades]

[Spanish folk song playing]