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TWO GRAVES "ISABEL"

TWO GRAVES

"Nicolasa."

Do you know who Nicolasa is? Mandy's grandmother.

Oh, yeah? Mandy's grandma? No way.

-"Paquita Rincón." -She's lovely.

-From the plant nursery. Add her. -Okay.

"Rosario Méndez."

Rosario? The teacher?

Yeah.

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

She's the meanest teacher in the whole school.

-So what? -I'm not adding her.

Come on, you know I can't manage this new gadget.

If you hadn't dropped the old one in the pool,

we wouldn't have to reload the contacts.

Oh, come on.

Hey, look. Dad. How should I save him in your phone?

-"Annoying son." -Oh my gosh.

-What? -You're so mean.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Hey, look, I've got a surprise for you.

-I hope you like it. -Let's see. Surprise me.

-What? -Wow, they're so pretty!

-You like them? -They're gorgeous!

Well, I couldn't help myself, I bought a second pair for me.

Grandma!

-Gosh. Thank you. -You're welcome.

About those contacts, we'll pick it up tomorrow, okay?

I've got plans.

-Oh. Hey, Vero! Wait. -Oh. Thanks.

-Are you coming for lunch tomorrow? -How about Dad's restaurant?

It's packed during the fair.

Well, I swear I'll come if you make garlic rabbit stew.

-Garlic rabbit stew it is. -Okay.

All right, bye. Love you.

Love you too. Have fun at the fair.

Look at my boy!

I'm off to work. The restaurant's full.

-You look gorgeous. -Thanks.

Have fun. Be home by 2:00 a.m.

Not 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m.

Two o'clock.

By 3:00 a.m.

-Be good, squirt. -I will.

-Come on, I'll do your makeup. -Okay.

Marta!

You look amazing!

Let me see! Whoa!

What did your parents say?

Well… my mom said I look gorgeous,

and my dad didn't even look at me.

My dad told me to be home by 2:00 a.m.

As if, you know?

-Should we grab one before we go? -Verónica, let me buy you a drink.

-I'll buy my own drink. -Bye, handsome.

Look at you!

Oh, I don't know…

We're gonna have an awesome time.

-Is it far? -Pretty far.

These shoes are killing me, seriously.

We're not walking.

Let's go. Run!

-Hi, handsome. -Good evening, gorgeous.

Would you give us a ride?

All right, hop in.

-Where am I taking you? -Let's go.

Thanks, Jonás.

VERÓNICA FAVORITE GRANDDAUGHTER

Yes, hello?

Hi, son. Have you heard from Vero?

No idea, I left really early this morning. I guess she was in her room.

-Grandma? -Lupe, is Vero at home?

Vero.

She's not here. And she didn't sleep here either.

Send this to everyone in town, and ask if they've seen them.

Thank you.

-Verónica! -Marta!

I just checked there. Nothing.

-Verónica! -Marta!

-Marta! -Verónica!

Antonio.

I'm Sergeant Miguel Zaera, from the criminal investigation division.

If you want to tell me something about Marta's father, you can.

Don't be afraid.

You can trust me.

It's been a week since the disappearance of Verónica Marín and Marta Salazar,

and the town of Frigiliana is living in fear.

It used to be a place where people felt safe,

but now that's been taken from them.

So far, there's no sign of the girls' whereabouts.

Take their things and go to the woods with the dogs.

Sergeant, a security camera caught the girls on tape.

They left the fair in a blue Ford Focus. We've got the license plate.

-Murderer! Where are the girls? -Murderer!

The Guardia Civil now has a first suspect

in the disappearance of the girls from Frigiliana.

His name is Jonás Herrera.

I dropped them off on Peñones Road.

Jonás, please.

They said they were meeting a friend. I don't know who.

Don't raise your voice, and think about where you stand.

You're the last person who saw them, and our main suspect.

LOS PEÑONES RECREATIONAL AREA

Please, no one touch anything. Clear the area, please.

Cordon off the area, Maqueda.

Seal the perimeter, cordon off the area.

Do you recognize it?

We found traces of blood on the jacket and on a nearby bench.

We ran tests. It's Marta's and Verónica's.

Aurelio, stop!

What is it?

Come here, sweetie. Come.

Come.

You have my condolences.

-Carmen, I'm so sorry. -Isabel.

Isabel.

Where's my granddaughter?

We won't stop looking for her.

Sergeant, one can't live like this, not knowing.

Believe me, we'll find Verónica.

I promise.

TWO YEARS LATER

Don't go anywhere, because we're ending with a very special segment.

Our reporter Carmen López is live from Frigiliana.

You may remember

that it made headlines due to the case of Marta and Verónica.

The disappearance of those two girls from this town in Málaga.

Isn't that right, Carmen?

EL TARDEO WITH CARLOS JAÉN

That's right, Carlos. The driest winter in two decades

hasn't made the people of Frigiliana forget

that it's been nearly two years since Marta Salazar and Verónica Marín

disappeared during the San Antonio festival…

JUDGE CALLS OFF THE SEARCH

This was the place where the two teenagers

were last seen getting into a blue Ford Focus.

Marta Salazar's body was later found at sea,

showing clear signs of violence

and, according to the autopsy, sexual assault as well.

However, the search for Verónica's body

was unsuccessful, and the operation has been called off.

Many questions still surround the night the girls disappeared,

and there are few witnesses.

The first man arrested was Johannes Witzke, a German national,

with several prior convictions for sex crimes in his home country.

And although his involvement was ruled out,

he took his own life days after being released.

Meanwhile, Jonás Herrera, a young man from the same town,

was also released without charges.

Jonás was the last person to see both girls alive.

And while his statement can't be verified,

there isn't enough evidence to charge him.

The investigation hasn't identified many suspects.

That's why, due to insufficient evidence,

the case is being closed until new leads emerge.

Then a new team can take over the investigation.

I left fennel stew in the microwave.

-Has Lupe eaten? -She left half of it.

That girl lives on air.

Hey…

It's good they're sending Sergeant Zaera home.

-The next guy can't be any more useless. -They're not continuing. They're leaving.

But…

on TV they said a new team was coming.

TV…

When have they ever told the truth on TV?

Verónica is at the bottom of the sea.

They won't find her.

But we have to keep investigating.

We have to think of Lupe.

Have you even thought of her?

Nothing will bring Verónica back.

And life goes on.

If the UCO had been here from the start, this wouldn't be happening.

These two years have been a waste.

We've done hundreds of searches, Isabel. You were there.

-How many times did we scan the strait? -Oh, right.

That robot cost a fortune. I remember perfectly.

-The Guardia Civil spares no expense. -Isabel, please…

Until today, when they decided not to spend another cent.

I don't make the decisions.

Oh. Thank God.

Because, from the very beginning, since you let Jonás Herrera walk free,

you haven't made a single good decision.

Jonás knows more. He has to.

Neither he nor Johannes Witzke

were involved in the girls' disappearance, really.

Then who killed my granddaughter, and why?

A girl who got along with everyone, who never got into trouble.

Why is she dead?

I can't live with this kind of pain.

We'll step outside for a minute.

Isabel, believe me.

We've done everything we can.

What about Marta's father?

Verónica died because she was with Marta, and everyone knows who that man is.

No. There's no evidence of that.

What do you mean? He's into drugs, or something worse.

Because that German pervert, Johannes Witzke,

are we sure he killed himself? Or was it Salazar's doing?

Isabel, we investigated his circle, his movements,

and there was nothing. Believe me, nothing.

Are you afraid of that man?

Because I'm not.

Good afternoon.

Can I see Rafael Salazar?

Come on in and wait here, please.

Rafael.

Rafael, sorry, but Isabel is here.

Verónica's grandmother.

Come in.

Emilio, let's go outside and play.

Would you like something? A coffee, a glass of wine?

No, thank you. I won't be long.

A little strange, isn't it?

That all this time we haven't had the chance to…

To talk, right? With you, with your son…

I know who you are, Rafael.

And I know I don't want to share a meal with you.

Then why are you here, Isabel?

I need to know what happened to my granddaughter.

I have no intention of moving on.

I just can't do it.

That night, Rafael,

what happened?

Why Verónica?

And my Marta? Huh? Why Marta?

Why did they rape and kill her? Why did they dump her in the sea?

But you must know more.

I don't know, from your business partners, friends…

Isabel, I've done all I can.

From trusting the Guardia Civil

to doing a whole lot of other things that…

as you can imagine, I'm not going to tell you, seeing as you…

don't even want to share a meal with me, do you?

Rafael.

Just so you know, I'm not giving up.

Crazy old bitch.

Let's talk, Nuria, about the reality

faced by the workers in the fields of Andalusia.

Because of the drought we're facing, they've become true heroes.

In Andalusia, whatever problems may come our way,

how do we deal with them? With a smile. So let's turn up the music!

Beltrán?

-Didn't we have class at 9:00 a.m.? -Oh, right. Come in, son.

And forgive me, I don't know where my head is today.

-Hey. You're late. Do it over. -Okay.

Ah, that's better.

There you go, that's it. Keep going.

With feeling.

Hello, Antonio.

How's that cigarette?

Did you set up cameras?

Can't I just have a smoke in peace between classes?

I'm not the one killing myself.

You doing anything tonight?

Lupe wants to tell you something. She wants us to have dinner together.

Okay, at your place?

No, at the restaurant. I'm working all day. 9:00 p.m.?

-Sure, honey. -Isabel!

All right, I'll let you go. Ceferino's here.

BALANCE SHEET

What are you doing here?

The drought will ruin everything nice here.

It's so sad to see your plants like this.

They won't let us water them.

There are ways. I can hook you up to water, if you want.

That's really not necessary.

At least let me give them some fertilizer, bring some life to those flowers.

I honestly don't care.

-But I do. -Okay.

I'll leave you a rose cutting. It roots really well.

No, Ceferino.

"Natural sciences: B."

"Art: B. Tech ed: C."

I'm terrible with computers.

Yeah, but it's an elective, and it'll bring your grades down.

You're such a pain, Antonio.

But who cares about Tech ed? Did you see the grades?

Two Bs, and the rest are all As.

Even in Geography, with mean old Rosario.

Okay, you're a genius.

-I know. -You hungry?

You're in for a surprise.

Ten euros says it's some kind of croquettes.

You're on. But it's marinated dogfish.

You're gonna lose, Lupe.

-Yeah, yeah. -Look over there!

Surprise.

Told you.

You two totally planned this.

Here we go. You'll love it.

Well, now. Would you like some wine?

Just a little.

You like it?

-Sure? Cheers. -Cheers.

You didn't touch your dessert.

The doctor told me I need to cut down on sugar.

The doctor's told you a lot of things.

And none of them good.

You know I haven't gone swimming since that happened?

I can't even look at the sea without thinking of Verónica.

I think about her every minute.

But I have responsibilities.

And Verónica's not your responsibility?

If you really thought about her that much, you'd do anything

to put the bastard who killed her in prison.

Go to hell, Isabel.

Right hand.

There.

JONÁS HERRERA RELEASED

Okay. Breathe.

No, keep going.

-Hello. -You're still here?

Yeah, I've got to wrap everything up. It'll take me a few days.

Do you mind if I…?

I'm in the middle of a lesson. Don't you hear it?

Marisol needs lots of practice.

It's important.

Marisol, come on. That's enough for today, okay?

-See you in two days. -Got it, got it.

-Bye, then. -Bye, Isabel.

Bye.

Well? What is it? Tell me.

Hey, how long's it been since you retired?

Four years.

But I get a miserable pension. I spent too many years outside Spain.

I've always been kind of a hippie.

If you're interested in piano lessons, I can offer you a class pack.

No.

Music's not really my thing.

Ah, I see. Still figuring out what your thing is.

Don't worry. You'll find it.

This sort of thing doesn't help, Isabel.

I'm not sure what you mean.

"I know what happened to Marta and Verónica."

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MARTA AND VERÓNICA

What are you trying, to get us to stay?

Why are you talking to me like I know something?

Isabel, please.

Please.

Staff paper.

I asked the stationery store. You're the only one who buys it.

And newspaper clippings. I don't know.

What kid would send anonymous messages like that

if they've never seen a printed newspaper?

Listen…

I know you think I'm incompetent,

and that I don't care about any of this, but…

we've done the best job we could.

Sure you have.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. I know.

We'll stay in touch.

This Friday, El Tardeo with Carlos Jaén.

…Nuria Vázquez, a big round of applause for her.

Season finale special.

The number-one afternoon show in Andalusia is going on vacation.

…keep that applause going,

because what you're about to see is amazing.

Don't miss the most entertaining show of the afternoon on Canal Mar.

-Good evening. -Good evening. Let's see here…

Your order.

Thanks. Hey…

The other day, a really nice guy brought me my order.

He was pale. Poor thing, a car had run him off the road.

Yeah, you really have to be careful these days.

Would you happen to have his number? His name's Jonás.

Yeah, I know him, but no, I don't have his number. Sorry.

All right.

Thanks a lot.

No problem.

Listen, if you see him, could you ask him for it?

Just want to check if he ever went to the hospital.

His shift ended today, but if you want to talk to him,

I heard he's working nights at the fish market with the fishermen.

Well, that must mean he's doing okay.

-Yeah. -Well, thanks again.

You're welcome.

And now, please welcome Nuria Vázquez! Give her a big round of applause.

So beautiful. You're always so beautiful, truly.

How are you, Nuria?

You look amazing. Absolutely stunning.

I mean it. You look fantastic.

Hey, I really like your…

Hey, you!

Isabel?

Jonás, I need to talk to you. Sit down.

Why the hell are you carrying a knife?

Come on, sit down. Right there. That's it.

You're lucky I'm holding back.

Get out of here.

Come on, take a minute. Cool off.

All right…

Want some tea? It'll do you good.

Got any rum?

Hard as it is to believe, you're the only thing I can hold on to.

You're the last person who saw my granddaughter.

Try to understand.

Drink your rum and leave, Isabel. I've got nothing to say to you.

The police may have given up, but I haven't.

Whoever did this to them can't go on living freely,

like nothing happened, because something did happen.

Verónica and Marta… They're dead, damn it.

I wish I could help you, Isabel.

If not you, then who? Marta's father?

Do you know if the girls mentioned him that night?

You're better off staying away from that brute.

He's just as lost as you are.

What do you know about Rafael Salazar?

How can you be so sure he doesn't know anything either?

Salazar didn't trust the Guardia Civil.

I'd already moved here, to Nerja. The village was unlivable back then.

Everyone said I'd done something to them.

One night, after work,

they jumped me in a garage and took me to some warehouse.

Salazar was there.

He left me with a fractured cheekbone, a broken nose, and two cracked ribs.

He made sure I got fired and that no one else would hire me again.

And look at how I live now.

Well… I'm really sorry, Jonás.

Can I ask you a favor?

Come on, just tell me what happened that night, okay?

-You won't get anything new out of it. -Please.

It must've been around ten o'clock.

I was meeting college friends in Torre del Mar and went to get my car.

Verónica and Marta were coming from the fair.

Hey, handsome.

I barely knew Marta, but I'd seen Verónica around before.

Everybody knew Verónica.

She never went unnoticed.

They were laughing about someone they'd seen.

Some dumb thing from school.

-They were catcalling you. -They were catcalling both of us.

I told them to come to Torre del Mar, but they were meeting someone.

I don't know who.

A friend.

A friend? Just like that?

Don't be annoying.

Honestly, we didn't talk that much.

Verónica took some earrings out of her bag and put them on.

I think they were green.

Who gave you those?

They're hideous.

Someone gave them to me, but yeah, they're pretty ugly.

"Then why wear them?" I asked her.

But she didn't answer.

She just smiled and they asked me to pull over.

-Have fun! -Bye!

Bye.

And they left.

I shouldn't have told you any of this.

No.

Thank you, Jonás.

Isabel, I'm starting to think you don't want to teach me.

Sorry, Beltrán. I fell asleep.

Come in, please.

Go warm up, Beltrán. I'll make coffee in the meantime, okay?

You have to hang in there a little longer, Isabel.

At least until I get through the conservatory audition.

Then you can quit teaching,

and if my parents are happy, I'll quit piano.

That's enough. Come on.

Don't get obsessed with the technique, okay?

Focus on the emotion. Don't play like a robot.

Okay.

What?

Those earrings…

They just reminded me of Verónica.

She had the same ones.

I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot. I shouldn't have brought up Verónica.

Thanks.

Huh? What…? What the hell?

Isabel?

What happened? I don't feel well.

Why am I like this?

Because of the earrings.

The earrings?

I gave them to Verónica that same day, but she didn't wear them

until Jonás dropped them off on Peñones Road.

You must have seen her later, Beltrán.

Those damn earrings.

Seriously? Come on…

That's it, Isabel, stop this. You're losing it. No…

Then how did you know Verónica had those same earrings?

You must have seen her after, Beltrán.

What?

Isabel, you're delusional, okay? This isn't funny anymore. Enough!

None of this was ever funny, you bastard.

Isa… Isabel!

Goddamn bitch!

Isabel, let me go. Come on, let's just forget all of this, okay?

I won't tell anyone about this, okay? And you… What are you doing?

What are you doing with that hammer?

Go see a therapist. Get some help.

-You're the one who's going to help me. -Isabel!

Talk! What happened that night?

Why have you never said anything, huh?

Because I don't know anything, Isabel.

I didn't see them. Not Verónica. Not Marta.

Then the earrings?

Screw you and the damn earrings.

I'll break every one of your fingers. Talk! Come on!

Stop.

Verónica was my friend. I'd never hurt her.

Please.

You have to believe me. Please.

Stop, please.

Stop.

You're not like this, Isabel.

You're messed up because of what happened to Verónica.

But I didn't hurt her.

She was my friend.

Let me go, please.

Please, Beltrán.

I'll let you go, but…

at least tell me

how you knew Verónica had earrings like mine.

She showed them to me.

Yeah… I don't know how I forgot.

At the fair.

She loved them, said you gave them to her.

She said they were beautiful.

Cut the zip tie.

Verónica thought they were hideous.

She didn't say anything about the earrings,

nor did you see her at the fair.

It had to be later. Where did you see her?

Take me to the police. I'll confess everything.

You never said a word. And now you will?

You're not telling anyone. Only me.

You'll tell me everything,

because I've got nothing left to lose, got it?

I'll do whatever it takes to find out what happened to my granddaughter.

You hear me? I don't care!

We went to a party!

A party? Who?

Verónica, Marta, and me.

We went to a party. But nothing happened.

Nothing happened, I swear. I saw them leave. They were fine.

Who else was at that party? What kind of party was it? Tell me.

It was private.

The kind with soccer players, celebrities…

They asked me to bring young girls.

And the younger, the better.

And Verónica, well, she was…

Yeah, Verónica. What were you gonna say? Tell me.

Verónica what? Speak. Come on!

Verónica was making some money.

-And Marta too. -What the hell are you saying?

Yeah. They'd come,

they'd get wasted and fuck whoever they wanted.

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

I fucked Verónica and Marta!

Then they went off with some old guys, because they were famous.

With Carlos Jaén, the guy on TV!

Carlos Jaén?

Verónica slept around because she wanted to.

Because she liked it!

Shut up! Shut up now!

-Carlos Jaén and any old man who paid! -I said shut your mouth.

-That was your granddaughter. -Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up.

Beltrán?

Beltrán?

Subtitle translation by: Felipe M.