THE FACTS AND CHARACTERS PORTRAYED ON THE SERIES,
AS WELL AS CAMPOAMARGO ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL.
MONTHS BEFORE
-Can you cook me breakfast? -It's on the table, honey.
Morning, sweetheart.
-Morning. -Wake up, you'll be late.
Nacho...
Can you open the door?
Coming!
What is it, honey?
What?
What is it?
What?
Dad.
Go now.
I shot you dead. You were covered in blood.
You missed and screwed all.
Really?
I had to get the jihadists, now it's fucked up.
Faking my death was the only way.
Where were you for 3 years?
In a fucking hole... but I'm here now.
-How could you do it? -They're my family, okay?
Mine, not yours. Are we clear?
I hope Marta won't regret it.
Fuck you.
You have.
What's wrong with you? Playing the martyr?
What was the drill?
Praise me, then fuck her in my bed, asshole?
You faked your death.
Did you expect life to stop?
I thought you'd act differently...
Like a friend.
Now I can go...
Friend.
ALMERÍA 2 PENITENCIARY
What's up?
They treated you well?
Better than a hotel, but not like your son.
He's not my son. You saw him?
No.
We were in separate wards,
but I think he's fine.
The others respect him.
Respect...
Know his nickname?
The Ripper.
Would you mess with that?
Let's go, partner.
We're still not partners.
We will.
That's up to you.
What is it, Pilili?
You've been restless all the way.
Let's see. That's it.
Your reins are tight.
Lolo!
-Lolo! -What's wrong, cousin?
What is it? What's wrong, gypsy?
I was in the field and I lost the horse.
I was fixing the saddle and she ran away.
You and a horse?
So?
Go home, I'll go find it.
Gypsy?
Not a word.
-Is the Lieutenant back? -Yes.
Thanks.
Pablo, can we talk?
Since I got back to the station, the crime rate has decreased.
Bosses should be happy.
Excuse me. Hold on.
Hey, Salva? Why so needy?
Sure?
Fuck!
Okay, okay.
It was Salva.
He was riding his bike out in the field this morning.
He found Marta.
Marta?
Lola...
What happened?
There's been...
She's dead.
What's wrong?
I did better today!
-I get too hot in there! -What do I care!
-Do your job! -You do it better!
Get the job done. I get too hot!
What's he doing in Rueda's car?
What's up?
You drive?
Got a watch, too.
How things change, guys...
I need 4 men for the harvest.
You...
-You... -New boss?
And you.
-Ruedas's new foreman? -Yeah.
You're nil.
Ibrahim...
Get in there.
Get out!
Get down! They'll ask for your papers.
Come on.
Pablo.
I'm sorry.
I really am.
Pablo.
Any lead?
A cellphone, a boot, and a blood trail.
I think she was placed here.
Who the fuck did this?
My kid...
I'll go see him.
Take him.
Pablo.
Not wine. It stains my teeth.
Kalima, bring her a straw.
Champagne's not good for me.
Rueda should accept my husband's offer.
What's that?
A great deal in exchange for his business.
How dare he?
Come on, Agneska. Everyone knows you're broke.
Leave him or end up on the streets.
You're not that young, Agneska.
Fuck you!
Fine.
I'll shut up.
Your turn.
I know why I married him.
He'll regain everything we had... and more.
Ladies.
They say we're broke...
and I'll end up on the streets.
That's because no one knows me like you.
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
The tougher the road, the stronger I get.
Dad!
Marta's dead.
She's dead in the head and...
It wasn't my brother, 'cause he's in jail.
But it was someone.
I can't believe she's in there.
What the hell's going on, Lola.
When Héctor finds out...
I know.
-Have you found the murder weapon? -Nothing yet.
I've combed the area and there's nothing, Lola.
It's the blood trail. There's very little.
The boot was close by.
I found the cellphone first.
Strangely, there aren't footprints, tire treads or animal tracks.
It's a remote place. There should be something.
Want to know my impressions on the crime scene?
It was set up. All was too tidy.
It was planned.
Who'd want to kill her?
If this was a regular case, we'd suspect the husband.
Pablo.
Get them appetizers outside.
-Where's my viking? -Look, sweetheart!
How cute!
It's them.
Let's put a good face. Okay, Mom?
After all?
-I don't get... -Okay, Mom?
-Look at him! -Hi, Dad.
Hi, honey.
Hey, buddy!
What's up?
Hold him, Paula!
What? Give it to me.
What's wrong?
Shush, sweetie, shush. Calm down, honey.
The discovery involves another local woman.
The municipal agronomical engineer, Marta Ezquerro,
whose body showed clear signs of violence
and was found in this dumpster.
This has shocked the town of Campoamargo in Almería.
Last summer, Ainhoa, a young girl,
was murdered and butchered by Fernando Rueda,
also known as The Ripper of Campoamargo.
Pablo, we're deeply sorry.
Thanks.
I'm here to tell you I can't take the case.
It's in your hands.
I'm sure you'll get my wife's murderer.
We'll do our best.
My testimony.
To sum up, today we had breakfast together.
I left home at 8:45 a.m., then I took Nacho to school
and by 9 a.m. I was here.
Any further details are there.
Pablo, any trouble between you or anything of the sort?
The usual ups and downs, like everyone.
Not too bad.
Anyway...
She was my wife,
and I loved her.
Did she have trouble with anyone?
Yeah...
She was busy with the rezoning's report of your family lands.
It was up to her whether they'd be valued
from zero to millions of euros. There was a lot at stake.
I knew nothing.
We'll dig in.
This is a bit awkward, but...
We must go to your house, pick up Marta's laptop
-and her belongings. -Yeah, anything you need.
Give me five.
Pablo.
Did Marta have another cellphone?
Not that I knew.
Hey, buddy.
How are you?
You tell me.
Sorry, it was a stupid question.
Don't worry, we'll get the culprit, okay?
Pablo, you know her password?
-No. -I do.
"Rocketgirl".
Maybe she's not really dead...
and she comes back,
like Dad.
Nacho... We've talked about it.
You died, too.
We buried you.
And now? Now you're alive.
It was different.
I faked it.
Mom's really dead.
It's hard, but he must get it.
Do you mind?
Off we go. Come on, Lola.
Hold on.
The laptop's empty.
How come?
I don't know.
It's deleted.
How?
Álvaro.
Thanks for coming.
We've been at the town hall and also got Marta's stuff.
They told us you wanted to offer your help.
Yeah, I'm shocked.
Thanks.
You know...
Marta and I had a relationship.
Was her absence odd at the town hall today?
No, she'd always work outdoors with her samples and such.
There were schedules.
What was she working on?
A land report.
A rezoning.
Where is it?
She hadn't finished it. Don't know her resolution.
Was she coerced?
No.
Who'd be affected by it?
Lots of people.
Nearly all important people in town.
Well, and your family. They're the land owners.
Why is it so important?
There's an aquifer.
Consider the potential.
A resort, a golf club...
Commissions, money exchange and laundering...
Corruption.
We prefer to call it environmental sustainability
for quality tourism.
Marta's report was needed to make that happen, right?
Yes.
Even with so much at stake, sure she wasn't coerced?
No, I'm afraid she wasn't.
Okay, thanks.
Sure.
I remember...
Lolo and her were having an argument at the town hall.
It was odd.
Can I go?
Sure.
Hey! Dance, girl!
No.
Come on! Show them!
That's it! Good!
Your turn!
You here?
Until Dad's out of jail.
Look how gorgeous is my cousin.
-I want to talk with you. -Sure, later.
Hi, Mom.
Hi, sweetheart.
-Hey. -Hi, Reme.
Go check.
They'll fight.
Get in, Mom.
You too.
I'd invite you, but gypsies and cops...
Marta's dead.
I knew it, like everybody.
I know you two had an argument.
-So? -Why?
She was taking too long and the land's sustainable.
Where were you?
Ainhoa's killed and you point at me.
Now, the gadji's killed and it's me again.
Why, Lola?
She's doing her job. It's not personal.
It is for us gypsies.
Please.
I was fixing the barbwire.
I haven't left the house, you can ask anyone.
Okay, we'll go.
Hold on. I'll speak with Sol.
No.
-Why? -Because.
Let's go.
-Just a second. -Salva, let's go.
Keep the party going.
Hey, Juan!
Have a drink.
-Will you accept my offer? -I won't.
You're fucked up... and I won't help you.
In fact, it'll destroy you.
Odd family...
dimwitted, but amusing.
You'll help me.
I'm certain of it.
And you'll respect me so I keep your secret.
Cowboy.
Speechless?
Careful.
Come on! Truth will out, pal.
What will your daughter say about your taste?
Let's see...
-Asshole! Shut up! -Let go off me!
What's this? Go away!
Go!
Dad! Dad! Dad!
Call an ambulance!
Dad! Dad! Look at me!
Sorry I'm late.
Sorry about your husband.
What did they told you?
To wait.
He was fine, this is unexpected.
Yeah.
It was Rueda who provoked him.
Rueda?
They argued and my father had a heart attack.
He feels untouchable. Thinks he's powerful.
Well, I disagree.
It's over.
-Go. -Yes, Mom.
How awful.
I got here immediately.
I thought he'd die...
I'd be a widow, living in such a house all alone.
I wouldn't see him, nor talk to him or touch him again.
I felt so happy for a while.
Now he's stable. He'll take care and live longer.
Don't say so, Paula.
My handsome Spanish.
Not here.
-Yes. -No.
Not here.
Someone might...
Stop it.
Stop it, she's coming and your husband...
-It's not right. -Yes, it is.
God, Paula.
Well, I have to go, ma'am.
Pilar, you know where to find me.
Goodbye.
The cellphone we found is Marta's.
It's empty.
So is her laptop. No one knows anything.
I do.
Her death's related to the land's rezoning.
She was key for lots of people to get money,
town hall included.
It was known she wouldn't succumb to bribery.
Right.
Sol knows something.
-What? -Your brother, too.
-He won't let us talk to her. -He's a gypsy, damn it.
Sol's the youngest, he's protecting her.
Weird family! I don't really care.
Talk to her.
Look, here's Marta's log list.
Damn, she called Héctor 5 times in a row.
He answered?
No, they're 5 calls in a two-minute period.
The last one at 8:04 a.m.
Seems urgent.
Were they still in touch?
I don't know. Let's check the messages.
There's one at 7:59 a.m.
"Please, Héctor. We need to talk. It's very important.
It's about Pablo. Call me."
There are more from before. They weren't answered or read.
It seems the husband is the aggressor.
It seems so.
Sorry, Lola. We found nothing.
Thanks.
I asked him to find Héctor.
He has the right to know about her death.
Forget about him already.
Good night.
Hi!
-Got lots of stickers. -Looks cool.
Lots.
What's up?
Easy!
You didn't come last week. We don't see that often.
My bike broke and Dad won't fix it.
He never does.
Marta's dead.
-Yeah, I know. -It wasn't you.
You're in jail. They can't blame you.
Listen, have you enrolled in the Center?
-Yes. -No.
Look at me.
-Yes or no? -Tomorrow.
-No! -Tomorrow!
Today.
Tomorrow. I don't like it.
It'll be fun, damn it. Field trips, learning things...
Find a girlfriend there!
You, dog!
-I don't want one. -You'd go out, away from Dad.
Look at me.
You trust me?
-Yes. -Trust your brother?
-Yes. -Then, do as I say.
Okay.
Show them how smart you are.
-I'm smart already. -Of course!
-I am. -Sure! Of course you are!
When will you get out?
Soon, Sergio.
I get bored.
Tell me.
Pili's kid.
Blue-eyed?
Can't remember. We call him Viking.
We'll play soccer when he grows up.
Not now.
The cause of death's a skull fracture
caused by two major impacts.
She received accurate blows from the back.
The assailant has knowledge of anatomy.
He meant to kill.
-Murder weapon? -A blunt object.
A hammer, maybe.
Any lead?
None, and there is no sign of fight.
In my opinion, she was caught off guard.
She was hit on the back, then placed in the dumpster.
Time of death?
Between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m.
Thanks.
Any other detail?
There's no presence of semen or any sign of sexual assault.
She had an empty stomach. All's in the report.
According to Pablo, they had breakfast together.
Please, no chatting here.
Thanks.
Ever so nice.
Nothing.
No trace of saliva, hair or any lead to the culprit.
Strangely, her clothes aren't soaked in blood.
There's very little on her neck, despite the blows.
Lieutenant, at your service.
How are you?
I don't know.
Just this morning, I prepared a sandwich for each of them.
I didn't realize until I wrapped them, so...
Pablo, what did she breakfast yesterday?
Nothing. She always skipped it.
You said you had breakfast together, so I thought...
She'd always sit with us.
Lola,
no trick questions, I don't like them.
Where is he?
Stop it!
Héctor, please!
You did it!
Héctor, stop!
Get off already!
You can't come and attack the boss!
Off limits!
You'll end up in a military court!
-Get out! -He killed her.
Who knows?
Even so, what did you mean?
Kick his ass. Isn't it clear?
Have you asked? Where was he when she died?
Nacho's school, then here.
He could have killed her afterwards, then came to work.
I don't think so.
We know you're... really fucked up.
We know about you three.
Pablo's a nice guy. He's been...
You have no fucking idea of who he is, Salva.
At all.
I think you're too involved to be objective.
Let me guess.
No prints,
no DNA,
no murder weapon,
no witnesses.
The body was manipulated and there's no crime scene.
I might not be objective, but it seems professional.
Up to few in this town.
I'll get a drink.
Hey! I'm at the Eclipse. You're coming, right?
Call me back. Kisses.
-Look who's here! -It's the cop!
I thought you never partied.
Always busy with police stuff.
No.
See you, then.
Want a drink? Let's talk.
I can't. I'm partying with my friends.
Just a sec.
Last time, it seemed you wished to talk to Lola.
If so, I'd have told her.
She's a cop, but it's family.
-I'll go now. -Hold on.
See you.
Damn, why do I always bump into you?
What's up!
Nothing. We're leaving.
Just arrived!
We don't mean no harm.
We came to drink and see the girls go wild.
How shameful of them!
You should watch them, not us humble gypsies.
-See you. -Have fun.
Could you pay me in advance?
I'll walk by the greenhouses and it's dangerous just now.
Here.
-Not many clients, right? -Not really.
In such times, they don't feel safe.
Héctor, where you've been?
In Morocco.
-Why there? -Why not?
Didn't say goodbye. Just disappeared.
Bad habit.
Tomorrow I expect a proper farewell.
I won't go.
Now what?
Investigate.
Gather evidence for you to help me arrest Pablo.
No way.
You'll ruin it and the judge will dismiss the evidence.
There's a chance if Pablo takes you back.
Given the events, I doubt it.
I wanted him dead.
I know.
I'm really sorry for you.
I know how much you loved her.
What now?
Stay at my place. I'll ready the sofa.
Don't worry.
Thanks for the beer.
Sorry, Marta.
Rueda!
"Monster! I hope you die. No atonement.
Get smashed, punched, and raped, until death.
Rot in jail. Motherfucker."
"Fernando Rueda.
I know you hate yourself for what you did,
it's okay.
I know you're not evil,
but a victim.
I get you, even if the world despise you.
I can't give back the life you took.
I can't free you from your hell.
Watch the news, think of you, pray for you,
and it pains me.
I get you as if I had killed that girl,
and were there.
I can and I can't help you.
Write back.
Cristina."
PENITENCIARY OF ALMERÍA
"I'm better than you.
Marta 5."
Chief...
Don't play his game, no matter what, okay?
Be fair.
He's here.
Sit down.
To the point.
As your superior, what you did to me
is enough to dismiss you from the civil guard.
I could send you to a fucking military court.
There's more.
You weren't a friend.
How dare you look me in the eye
and accuse me of killing my wife?
-I'll prove it. -How if I press charges,
if they kick you out of the police?
I won't press charges.
I want to know who killed my wife.
And you're too good and too stubborn
for me to kick your ass.
So, I want you to find my wife's murderer.
Go find that scumbag, is it clear?
Is it clear?
From now on, he's in charge.
That went well, right?
See? He's innocent.
Otherwise, he'd want you out.
That's true.
How's everything with your father?
You know I'll get the murderer, right?
Why was your mom sad?
They...
They didn't get along.
Nacho, that morning...
Was there anything unusual?
Yes, there was.
A visitor.
Hi, Héctor.
I like having visitors.
Suits him.
-Right? -Yes.
So?
What did you talk about?
Nothing... some stuff.
Stuff?
What stuff?
His mom.
Good.
Tough guy.
He sure is.
So?
Anything else?
No.
You know...
I love seeing you together.
You're Nacho's support.
Nice corpse hideout.
Serbian humor, right?
-I like you, Rueda. -Don't get too attached.
I was thinking...
You own trucks. I need transportation.
We could do business.
I don't traffic women anymore.
I won't.
I told you.
Not women. Moroccan hash.
I'd send it to Europe hidden in your greens.
-How much? -1.5 tons per batch.
Easy to hide it in a 20-ton truck.
-What's in it for me? -10,000 per trip.
Not enough.
15, 000.
-I won't take less than 20. -It's a deal, partner.
I should have asked twice as much.
Come on, for old time's sake.
Just like your father. How is he, by the way?
Dead.
Who's the boss now? Dimitri?
Dead, too.
I'm the boss.
But it seems Death...
is right upon us,
isn't it?
Sluts.
Bitches!
Aren't you friends anymore?
Barislav, why are you here?
I'm visiting my ex wife.
Thank God my husband's gone.
Come on.
What happened to you?
Business.
My husband won't like seeing you here.
I wanted to tell him upfront.
Tell him?
He's partners with some Vlad guy...
from Serbia.
-He'll do anything. -I don't get it.
-Juan deals with many people. -This is different.
He's a criminal. He'll dispatch Rueda once he's delivered.
-All fine? -Rueda's in.
-How many pounds? -1.5 per truck.
It'll be 3.
Welcome to Campoamargo.
What I'm about to say... it's fool proof.
I'm here to do business, and no one will stop me.
Those on my side... are my brothers.
Those who aren't... will be fucking corpses!
Look around.
Found him.
Good evening.
Say goodbye.
-Is he leaving? -To Madrid, with his grandma.
You need some fresh air, right?
Hello? Excuse me.
-You wish to go there? -Yes.
It doesn't seem so.
Last time, I asked you something very important.
What was unusual that morning?
I'm here to say goodbye.
Ready to go?
Héctor.
Hurry, you'll miss the train.
What?
Look what they've done!
In our own house...
Do something. You can't let this slip.
I will. I'll make sure they pay.
In time.
All fine?
You found her like that? Anybody touched her?
No, I only checked her pulse.
-Sure? -Totally.
Why?
Fill me in.
She was killed, then moved.
We have a boot and a cellphone.
The killer dropped them out of nervousness,
-clumsiness... -Or to seem a rookie.
Yeah.
Motive? Suspects?
Two paths.
Crime of genre. Problems inside the marriage.
The first we'd suspect in this type of murders.
The other possibility, the land rezoning.
The report would affect lots of people.
Engineers, speculators, farmers.
Half the town could be involved for that account.
Her laptop's empty, the report's missing,
-nothing in her car. -We do have...
the record of her cellphone logs.
Nothing relevant.
Except she called you several times.
But apparently, you didn't answer.
What else?
We support the rezoning theory.
There's a lot of money at stake, and many people interested.
She writes the report...
She won't give in... then gets killed, right?
More logical than being killed by...
his husband.
Nice deduction.
Listen.
Message received in June 4th, 2016, at 8:04 a.m.
When Marta was killed.
Héctor, you have to call me.
You don't want to, but please, it's urgent.
It's Pablo, he... Call me, please.
Please do, I'm scared.
-Where's Marta's car? -Outside.
RECENT DESTINATIONS TEIDE 35 STREET
Last destination:
Teide 35, Almería Capital.
Starting the journey.
Take ALT 3, 1, 1, 1.
It's ruined.
It was fine, now's ruined.
I have a gift.
It's Dad's.
Your destination's on the left.
The Transistor, with José de la Morena.
Evenings at 7:30 in "Onda Cero".
You again. What is it, cop?
I want to discuss recent events in Campoamargo.
-It's very far from here. -Don't mess with me, Barislav.
-Why did you see Marta? -I know nothing.
You better do. You're a suspect.
You saw her last.
If I take you to a judge, they'll immediately lock you up.
Okay, but not here.
I'll see you at midnight at the harbor's parking lot.
ALMERÍA 2 PENITENCIARY
"Who am I?
The smartest.
Barislav 4."
Found you.
Remember Barislav? Agneska's ex. Boris.
Yes.
He saw Marta before she died.
-Odd. What for? -I don't know.
We'll meet at the park at midnight.
-I need you on watch. -Sure.
Keep me posted.
OK. I'll manage.
Keep the party going.
NEXT EPISODE
The evidence points to the same man
who killed the town hall agronomist
Marta Ezquerro, two days ago.
There aren't any prints or DNA rests on the body.
Could the murderer have worn a suit?
Barislav came and warned me about your new partner.
You could be next.
Aren't you too young for such things?
Money is money.
Let's make a deal.
I help you, and you help me.
Come on!
-Got a problem. -What?
A truck broke down and stopped on the road.
Any problem, Agent?
-It was Lolo. -What?
I've been keeping a secret.
He's a serial killer.
I've something for you.
-Like it? -For sure.
Take it.
Héctor!
Where were you when Barislav was killed?
You think I go around with a hammer smashing heads?