All language subtitles for Hierro s01e03 eng

-Morning!
-Hi, good morning.

You gotta be kidding me...

-It's shameful.
-Indeed.

-He said he'd be here early.
-Now your cousin says he's missing a part,

the part's coming by ferry,
and today ferries cannot enter the harbor.

That's because there's a swell,
let's hope it can enter in the afternoon.

Idaira, I don't get
how you can stand living in this island.

Hello, Nico. You like living here, right?

He'll like it better
when he can get a proper shower.

The shower! The shower!

That feels good...

A great shower!

It feels good...

Yeray!

Let's go.

Yeray!

Are you avoiding your mother
or are you avoiding me?

-Is there any difference?
-What time did you come in last night?

-The fuck you care?
-I don't give a shit,

but your mother kept trying to reach you,
worried sick. You could have called--

What the fuck are you doing?

-Yeray, please...
-Dude, leave me alone!

Look,
you and I have to start getting along.

-Fuck my mom if you want, but let me be.
-Mind your words.

-Or what?
-Or what?

Fuck you!

Finally, the lab guys managed to recover
many files from Fran's phone.

Sweep through the pictures.

These were taken the day he was murdered.

-When I found him he had just his tee on.
-Right,

but we have photos of the bachelor party
where he's also wearing the shirt.

So, either the murderer got rid of it,

or Fran took it off after the party,
before being murdered.

That happened between 2 and 5 a.m.,
approximately.

-We don't know what he did in that period?
-We know he didn't leave La Restinga.

We know that thanks to his phone signal.

Keep sweeping.

Hell, she's some piece of ass.

No, she's waiting for us
to find out who killed her boyfriend.

Apologies, Your Honor.
I didn't mean to be disrespectful.

During an investigation,
we learn personal things about people,

so if any of you can't handle
sensitive material, we have a problem.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.
It won't happen again.

Let me show you. These are
pictures from Fran's cell phone.

-I stopped at courthouse--
-Yes, I was late. Is there anything else?

Yes, the most important thing.
Show us the ticket.

Fran intended to travel from Paris
to Amsterdam during his honeymoon.

To meet the person he spoke with
on his prepaid phone?

-Probably.
-And?

We're waiting on the Dutch Police,
but they haven't ID'd the phone owner yet.

But Pilar didn't mention anything
about going to Amsterdam from Paris.

-Braulio, go talk to Pilar.
-Sergeant, send the two of them together.

Take your aunt.

Reyes!

While you're working with us,
you better take off that uniform.

Yes, Sergeant.

Come on! Let's get to work.

You can now go to the courthouse
to get the wiretapping authorization.

-Do we get the green light?
-Yes, but only for Diaz.

I won't allow you
to tap half the island's phones.

Thank you very much, Your Honor.

FERRY SERVICE DISCONTINUED

And what do you expect me to do?
Bring it swimming?

You're a fucking shipper. Ship it.

The fruit will go out when the ship does.

Too many excuses...
Fran, the ship, the Civil Guard...

-Such a pain, huh?
-Fuck, Samir...

-I'm the most troubled by the delay.
-You're so right.

Hey, you sound a little tense.

Chill out, and fix it.

I'm not sure this is a good idea.

What do you care?
If you don't like it, go.

Whatever...

-Can I have a copy?
-Sure.

-Well, we can, right?

When the case is closed.

Pilar, the other day, you said
you were going to Paris on your honeymoon.

Just to Paris?

Well, also to Versailles,
but they're close.

Fran also wanted to go to Disneyland.

I thought it was so childish.

What about Amsterdam?

No, not to Amsterdam.

Fran had a train ticket to Amsterdam.

From Paris.

-That's absurd. Are you crazy?
-Pilar,

look.

From Paris to Amsterdam. See?

Is there another ticket for me?

No, actually,
some files could not be recovered.

But I guess there was another one.

Don't worry.
Nobody else is gonna see that.

What's wrong?

-Who's that?
-What do you mean "who's that"?

-That's Fran.
-No, who the fuck is she?

She?

I don't know. We assumed it was you.

-Fuck...
-Pilar, it may not be what it looks like.

And what does it look like?

No, you tell me!
What the fuck does it look like to you?

Son of a bitch...

-Pilar, Pilar, calm down.
-What the fuck...

Calm down, we're gonna find out
who she is. Be calm.

-Fuck, fuck...
-Pilar, come, come here.

Calm down.

You'll see, everything's gonna be alright.

-Your Honor, can you sign the documents--
-Follow me to my office, please.

Your Honor...

Sit down. It's only been ten minutes.

Your Honor, I need you to sign
here and here, in all pages.

Nobody contemplated the possibility of
that woman in the picture not being her?

To tell you the truth, no.
I least, I didn't.

Is something the matter?

-Do you prefer me to come by later?
-If you don't mind.

-Do you have some issue with him?
-Your Honor,

in this island, everybody is a relative,
a neighbor, a friend, or an enemy.

Everybody is related in some way.

Well, what now?

The picture is quite recent.

I don't think
it will take us too long to ID the girl.

Hell... From directing traffic to this.
Isn't it too big for you?

Well, so far, I can't complain.

I hope they catch the criminal.
I'll feel a lot better.

We'll all feel a lot better,
isn't that right?

-Diaz, I wanted to--
-Nazario!

You're fucking up the plant, goddammit!
Do you need a babysitter?

-I'm sorry, boss.
-Focus, Nazario!

Diaz, I came to ask you
a question about Fran.

We think he was having an affair.

Do you know anything about it?

Are you asking me?

Well, you knew him well.

-Does Pilar know?
-Yes. We found out thanks to her.

So, you know nothing?

Is that your mother?

Hello, guys. How are you?

SUBJECT AT: TACORON

Sergeant! He's moving.

-What do you want?
-Where's the girl?

She's not in there.

Where is she?

They've already told you.

And you come to talk about it?

Pilar...

-You were right. You happy now?
-Of course I'm not happy, don't be silly.

Do you want me to find out who she is?

What for?

So she can tell me to my face
how stupid I am?

No, you're not stupid, child.

I know...

My darling... Come here, come.

He'd say I was the only one
who really knew him,

that with me, he could really be himself.
All lies.

-Another woman doesn't mean--
-He was planning to go to Amsterdam, Dad.

During our honeymoon. All by himself.

-I had no idea.
-To Amsterdam to do what?

I don't know. Who cares?

-Did he have some business there?
-How would I know?

He never mentioned anything?
Not even briefly?

If you know something,
you need to tell me, Pilar.

You're unbelievable...

-I just want to help.
-Help with what, Dad?

-It's always about you!
-It's not like that, Pilar. Pilar!

Son of a bitch...

Son of a bitch!

That's news to me.

I mean, it's not
as if I was following Fran's life.

Yeah, but, I don't know.
Maybe during some diving excursion?

He was always with friends. If he had
a lover, he knew how to be discreet.

-And that's not so difficult, right?
-Sure.

-How's your promotion? They mess with you?
-No, it's not a promotion.

Yes, they are kind to me.

I met Yeray today.

He'd been hit in the mouth.

I asked him about it
and he said I should ask you.

-I just defended myself. He started it.
-Really?

That's the level, Tomas?

I should thank you.

I tried to reason with him, Reyes, but
there's no way to reason with your son.

-Don't you realize he's a kid?
-Perhaps that's the problem!

-What do you mean?
-That you think he's a child.

Are you saying...

Leave it. It doesn't matter.

I'm running late.

-Good morning.
-You're quite early.

-Do you want coffee?
-I'll brew some, alright?

VISUAL FILES

Idaira, you've never told me about Fran.

There's not much to tell.

I can't get a picture. Everybody talks
about him as if he were different people.

Fran could have many different faces.

Was he two-faced?

He was a complicated guy.

But...

But he was full of life.

Idaira...

I wanted to thank you
for being so nice to Nico.

I know it's not easy, not easy at all.

Sure it is.

Thank you.

Yeray!

-You ready?
-Ready.

Did you know
Fran was cheating on my daughter?

No, I just found out,
as everybody else.

-As everybody else, I don't think so.
-Well, I just found out.

What's happened to you there?

Nothing. Some asshole.

Nothing important.

Kid, I don't want you
getting into trouble.

Prove me I'm not wrong about you.

Only you and I know what's in there.

Gumersindo may suspect it,
but he keeps to himself.

If somebody finds out,
it'll be because you talked.

You feel me?

OK. What do you want me to do?

You'll go to the ship.

You'll meet a guy with an envelope.
Count the money, if it's correct,

give it to Gumersindo, he'll be in another
car. Take the van to Tenerife.

OK. And the guy with the money?

He'll find you, he knows the van.
His name is Harley.

Harley, sure, I know him.

From Tenerife? Fran told me about him.

And what did Fran tell you?

Not much. That they had some business,
something like that.

Gumersindo! Change of plans.

-Your Honor.
-What's he doing in the harbor?

We don't know.

But we've sent two officers,
in case he decides to get on the boat.

Who the fuck are you?

Samir says he took 20% off
due to the issue with the ships.

-Where's Harley? Why isn't he here?
-I know no Harley.

Don't go. I want to talk to you.

There's a phone call.

-Diaz.
-Bernardo, I'm busy right now.

You call me, then, without fail.
We need to submit the appeal now.

OK. That way, the judge will have
something to shove up her cunt.

You're such a brute!

I'll call you back when I'm done here.

I want to talk to Harley.

I know no fucking Harley!

Call Samir.

Why are you laughing? Call Samir.

Shit...

Samir, this is Diaz.

Shit...

-Yeah?
-We're at the harbor.

One of his trucks is about to go on board.

And where is he? Do you have a visual?

-He's on the phone.
-What do you mean "he's on the phone"?

-It's not his phone.
-Fuck!

Is there a problem? I think 20% is fair.

No, it's not that. It's just...

I need to talk to Harley
and I cannot leave the island yet.

Well, that's a real problem.

-You force me to look for a new shipper.
-Why isn't he here?

He asked to take some time off.

-And where does he go on holidays?
-Fuck if I know, dear. What a question.

Fran dies and Harley disappears,
it's strange, don't you think?

Diaz, I don’t know what you’re
up to, but I don’t like it. Stop.

Hey...

You're not fucking me over, right?

If I wanted to fuck you, you'd know.

Shit, he's going aboard.

-He's getting on the ship.

-You know where he is.
-I told you I know no Harley, OK?

-I just started in this.
-And you're gonna be short-lived.

-Only arrest him if he gets on the ferry.
-Your Honor, this is not our first rodeo.

-What the fuck are you doing?
-Don't bust my balls, Mendez.

Police officer: Mendez is with him.

-Who is Mendez?
-A cop, but not with the Judicial Police.

-You may not leave the island.
-And who's stopping me? You?

You may not leave the island.

If I don't arrest you,
they'll be waiting for you in Tenerife.

Police officer:
He's trying to get him out of the line.

He's leaving. He's not going aboard.

Keep me informed.

We're going to keep watching him.

Do we know anything else
about the tattoo girl?

-No, we haven't found her yet.
-Apparently, nobody knows who she is.

-Perhaps the girl's not a local.
-The picture was taken here.

The tattoo means "tomorrow" or "future".

-Do you have it there?
-Yes.

Zoom in the tattoo area, please.

Braulio and Reyes have started
inquiring in the closest tattoo parlors.

-And?
-We've been to 11 and nothing yet.

-And how many are there?
-In El Hierro, none.

In Tenerife, 57.

PILAR DIAZ: FRANCISCO PADRON'S GIRLFRIEND.
ANTONIO DIAZ'S DAUGHTER

Maybe we should leave it for another day?

I thought
they would have broken more things.

It's a shame
they didn't finish everything off.

Why don't you sell it?
Or you can rent it to tourists.

There's a lot of people looking
for houses like this.

You never liked this house.

Do you know
when my parents installed the toilet?

I was 15. Until I was 15 I had to...

Don't even think of it.

Why not?

Aren't you returning the presents?

I don't know.

-We move to Tenerife. We got nothing here.
-Mom, please.

If you won't live in my apartment,
you can rent one yourself.

-Or you buy one after selling this house.
-I don't know what I'm doing yet.

Get your shit together then!
You cannot keep going like this.

What did you think about Fran?

I thought nothing.

Were you surprised?

I know about getting married
feeling fascinated by a guy,

and later being disappointed.

-So things are better this way.
-No.

-Yes.
-Pilar, let's go to Tenerife.

You'd better quit acting
like a little girl.

Hello?

Here. Come on in.

Who are you?

My name is Yeray.

How long have you been working for Diaz?

Not much.

You know what you're doing here, right?

-No, I know nothing.
-Don't you know you've brought me bananas?

Yeah, that I know.

Take a seat.

-Want some tea?
-No, thanks.

Yes.

Tell me something, Yeray,
things about El Hierro.

I love that island.

What do you think happened to Fran?

-No idea.
-Hum?

The Civil Guard says your boss killed him.
So strange...

I knew Fran a little bit.

He was a reckless kid.

You are not reckless,

are you?

No.

You're so cute.

-I find it hard to believe.
-To believe what?

-That Fran had an affair.
-What's strange is that nobody knew.

I don't understand why he got married
if he wanted to fuck other girls.

-Hey, it might not be true.
-No...

Do you think it's normal
to take pictures with other girls' butts?

-I don't mean it like that.
-I don't know why we argue about this.

-We're no saints either.
-Come on, but you don't do that...

Hey, has someone had a talk with Pilar?

-And do we know anything about Yeray?
-You won't believe it. Working for Diaz.

-You kidding?
-I swear.

Just when I thought I'd heard everything!

Blondie is here! Come on, come with us!

Have a beer! Cool as a cucumber.

Hello, Pil.

I got late to the ship.
Samir asked about you.

I'm going out.
Hopefully I'll find something open.

Do you have children?

What do you care?

You're right.

-Guys, I have to go.
-Yeah, let's go.

-I'm going as well.
-Everybody's leaving?

-Yep.
-Yeah.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

-I'll stay and give her a ride.
-Alright.

-You leaving all this shit lying here?
-He's picking it up.

Loser!

-Motherfuckers...
-Bye, guys!

-I call shotgun!
-See you tomorrow, Pilar!

Pilar!

Pilar, what are you doing?

Pilar, get away from there!

I love this spot.

Come on, cut the shit.

-Pilar!

Let's go.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Calm down. Come here.

Come on, girl, cut the shit.

-Come.
-No. Let's go now.

Daniel.

Give me your hand.

Fucking hell...

See? It's no big deal.

Don't you find it beautiful?

Fuck...

Breathe!

Daniel, calm down. Look...

Jesus!

-Let's go, Pilar, please.
-God, you're so annoying!

Come on, Pilar, please.

-Let's go now.
-You're boring...

That's it, then.

You happy?

Come here.

What happened?

-Put Pilar on the phone.

-She went out

-Where did she go?
-I don't know.

Well done.
A concerned and affectionate mother.

-She had you to spoil her.
-What I do is just love her.

Bullshit. This is not about loving her.
You spoil her so she'll love you.

OK, whatever. I'll be away for a couple
of days. Tell her I will call.

-I thought you couldn't leave the island.
-That's my problem.

Antonio? Antonio!

Everything not related
to the investigation is out.

But didn't you hear?
He's planning to leave!

I knew that even without the wiretapping.

Your Honor...

REGISTRY

See you tomorrow.

Your Honor, it's good to see you. Did you
take a look at my attorney's document?

Yes. You wanted a permit
to go to Tenerife?

You surely understand it's a need.

If you have to go to that meeting,
you will be escorted by Civil Guards.

-I cannot go like that to a board meeting.
-Nominate a proxy.

I was told you were a judge
with her own mind.

-Don't listen to what people say.
-Neither do you.

COURTHOUSE

-Hello?
-Where the fuck are you? On your way?

-I'm in Tenerife, about to go on board.
-Turn around.

I need you to find
that friend you talked about.

-What do I do when I find him?
-You call me on this number.

Yes, quite recent, we guess three
or four weeks old. It's on the lower back.

The design is a Chinese word.
We can mail it to you.

-No, no! I'll go and come back later.
-It's not worth it. I won't take long.

Thank you.

So, what? Things are better
for you in the island?

No.

Such skill.

Absolutely everything in life
is a matter of practice.

Good afternoon, Your Honor.
At your service.

-Did something happen? Is Nico all right?
-Nico is taking a nap.

We were waiting for you
so he wouldn't be alone.

Is somebody gonna tell me what's going on?

It's about the tattoo.

Tell me that's not true.

-Your Honor...
-Take her. Take her into the car.

To the car.

-Sergeant, please, let me talk to her.
-Given the circumstances, you better not.

-Please.
-Trust me, Your Honor.

MOM, INCOMING CALL

-You good?
-Good, fucking great.

-Dude, you seen Harley around?
-No.

-You haven't?
-No.

You know where he may be at?

-I can ask
-Yeah?

COURTHOUSE

Who did you leave Nico with?

That's none of your business.

Idaira Duenas Millan,

you are a suspect
in the murder of Francisco Padron.

You have the right not to testify,
not to answer the questions you are asked,

only those of your attorney,
or to answer some and some others not.

Do you understand?

If there's something you don't understand,
we'll repeat it as many times as needed.

Yes.

In your deposition to the Civil Guard,
you said

Francisco Padron and you were lovers.

Could you further explain
that relationship?

We slept together from time to time.

We were having fun, that's all.

Is that all?

It was just sex.

Here there's not much to pick from anyway.

And why did you hold this back
in previous depositions?

-Just because?
-Because it wasn't important.

And because I thought
it would cause unnecessary pain.

Fragments of the shirt the victim was
wearing that day were found in your house.

That's unclear.
It could be any other piece of clothing.

It was Fran's shirt.

That night, Fran came to my place.

Fran left the party at 2 a.m.

And I did right after him.
We were meeting, I live nearby.

You were meeting?

To say goodbye.

We had sex.

One last time.

And at 4, he left.

That makes you
the last person to see the victim alive.

That's possible.

What did you do after that?

I went to sleep.

The next day I was taking care of a child.
I wanted to make a good impression.

Should I include that about the job?

Include everything she says.

Why did you burn the shirt?

I was trying to avoid this.

Yeray: Found him

At last, Nico, you have your shower!

-Hi... Your name was Esteban, right?
-Yes.

-I'm sorry you had to start so suddenly.
-It's my job.

He likes to be talked to.

But he doesn't talk, does he?

Is everything alright, Nico?

Hello?

Is there anybody here?