1992 (2024) s01e06 Episode Script

1
[tense music playing]
[door closes]
[unsettling music continues]
[sinister music plays]
[Richi] No, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
What have you done, motherfucker?
God damn it!
[cell phone vibrating]
- [call connects]
- Hello?
- I know who the killer is, Richi.
- Amparo?
I thought you were dead, for fuck's sake.
You scared the shit out of me!
Before the Expo was supposed to open,
those assholes were partying like fiends.
And they killed a prostitute by accident.
Yes, I know.
A woman they brought in from Colombia.
The head of security
made her body disappear
when he set fire to the pavilion.
They paid him off
with the money from the government.
- How do you know more than I do?
- Victoria told me the whole story.
Un-fucking-believable.
Did he mention that the woman's
15-year-old son saw it all?
No, he didn't.
Do you think that he's the killer?
- The woman's kid?
- Hell yeah!
Hold on. Wait a second.
Why would he try to get revenge
30 years later? It doesn't make sense.
Do we care, Richi?
The minister killed the kid's mother,
and it looks like the kid's
saving Palacios for last.
We need to warn the minister
that he's next. We have to.
Jesus. You have no idea
the mess I'm looking at right now.
I'll meet you
at Santa Justa in half an hour, okay?
I'm leaving. See you soon.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[somber theme music playing]
[theme music fades]
[tense music playing]
[Palacios screams]
I don't understand
why you refuse to bring in the police.
Whatever you did then,
the statute of limitations has run out.
If I do, he'll publish the video.
This asshole's got me by the balls.
There's only one way out.
[sighs] He's killed all the others.
I'm the only one left.
Anyone can go around killing
some washed-up entrepreneurs.
It's a completely different thing
to assassinate a minister!
Usually.
But what he did to them?
He burned them all alive.
[exhales shakily] This guy has no limits.
If I don't pay, he's coming here.
- You don't have that kind of cash.
- Think I don't know that?
And the party isn't gonna help you
like in the old days.
They're looking
for an excuse to throw you aside.
- Fuck. I know I'm on thin ice here.
- [door opens]
Uh, my wife, Teresa.
- Hello. You have a nice day.
- Hi.
Thanks. You too.
Shh.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[whispers] Talk to Teresa.
[sighs] My wife
doesn't have the money either.
[whispering] She might not.
But her family.
They do.
That's Marga, the mom, and this one
is the Chef who found us after we
Because I nudged this guy.
I broke her nose,
but it wasn't on purpose.
So then they put us in there,
and I saw Ramiro,
and sussed him out, and he was like
They're gonna kill me.
Are you listening to me?
- Huh?
- Are you listening at all?
- Who is Carmen?
- She came to the rescue at Rosa's.
- When I went there.
- Oh, her.
I recognized the guy
from a video, and he got nervous.
So the next thing you know, we're outside
with the bouncers planning to kill us.
And then Carmen whips out her Taser.
It all happened so fast.
[vehicle approaching]
[indistinct radio chatter]
If anyone sees you, it'll ruin everything.
This is our only chance to end this,
you hear me?
- Yes, sir.
- Nothing's sure 'til it's done!
This has to be a secret.
No one can see you.
Follow instructions, or I hunt you down.
- Understood.
- All right.
I'll make it up to you, darling.
You're saving my life.
The poor thing is so scared.
It'll be done soon.
[sighs] This is the number of the locker.
And this is the key for it.
[tense music playing]
When you're finished, call me right away
from the station on this.
Don't even think of using
the ministry phone.
- This will be over soon. I guarantee it.
- I'm counting on it.
[music intensifies]
[music subsides]
- It's done, sir.
- [Palacios] Are you sure no one saw you?
I'm sure. We're all good.
Excellent.
[call disconnects]
[sighs, laughs]
- [door opens]
- [exhales]
I can finally breathe again.
- Hmm.
- It's all done.
That's good, Esteban.
I'm the luckiest man
in the world to have you.
[Teresa] Mm
I don't know what would happen to me
if you weren't by my side, sweetheart.
We have a couple of hours
until we have to be at this reception.
[Teresa chuckles]
Mm no, sweetheart.
You go take a few minutes
to jerk off in the bathroom
and picture the miserable whore
you managed to fuck to death.
And you, leave me alone.
[tense music playing]
Look at this freak.
What the hell?
Hey, turn around.
This is private property.
- Stop! Don't move!
- Down on the ground, now!
[flames roar]
[screaming]
[screaming]
[gunfire]
[cell phone vibrating]
[suspenseful music playing]
UNKNOWN NUMBER
- Hello?
- [man] He's coming for you.
- Who's coming?
- He's gonna kill you now.
He's at your front door.
Why the hell is he here?
I delivered the money, asshole!
If you don't kill this guy today,
sooner or later,
Minister, he's going to kill you.
- Who is this? Why are you telling me this?
- [call disconnects]
Hello? Hello?
[sighs]
- Nacho, thank God.
- [Nacho] Sir?
I don't want you out of my sight
for a minute. You need to get up here.
- Shift change is in 15 minutes, sir.
- Screw the shifts! Get up here!
You just make sure
you have everything covered.
[suspenseful music rising]
[tense music continues]
- [glass shatters downstairs]
- [gasps]
[safe keypad beeping]
[tense music building]
[music subsides]
[breathing shakily]
[sniffles]
[screams]
[gasps]
[Víctor groans]
[rapid gunfire]
I won't let you hurt us!
[both grunt]
[Palacios] Teresa!
Wait for me, please! Teresa, wait!
[Teresa shuddering]
Teresa! Don't close the door!
Teresa! Open the door!
- [Palacios pounding on door]
- [yelps]
Open it! Teresa!
Open the goddamn door, please!
Please! Please!
Open the fucking door! Teresa!
Teresa, please!
Teresa, open the door!
Teresa, please open it! Please do it!
Teresa! Open the fucking door! Please!
Teresa, please, open it! Have mercy!
[tense music swells]
[whispers] No.
[Palacios on monitor] No, please don't!
I'm begging you! Please! Please don't.
[screaming]
[Teresa crying softly]
[Palacios moaning]
[music fades]
[sinister music playing]
[Amparo] Shit.
[Palacios shrieking]
[screams]
[distant screaming continues]
Richi!
- [screams] Hey!
- [Richi] Fuck!
- [screaming stops]
- [Amparo panting]
You all right?
Excuse me. Are you okay?
- No. Don't look that way.
- You okay?
- Don't. Sit down.
- Christ.
- Sit down.
- Hang on. I'll take those.
We're here. You're safe.
[unsettling music playing]
- [Amparo] I'm so sorry for your loss.
- I know you.
You were arrested
at my husband's book signing.
All I wanted was
to let him know he was in danger.
- If they'd taken me seriously
- Your husband was involved in a cover-up.
- In the death
- Esteban killed a prostitute. I know.
- I'm not paying another cent of blackmail.
- [Richi] Listen closely.
The guy who came in to kill both of you
is the dead woman's son.
He's on some sort of revenge mission
to kill everyone involved
in his mother's death.
This has to be kept secret.
If this gets out, it will destroy
the reputation that my husband built.
The reputation he built?
That's what you're worried about?
If it means
that mine suffers because of it.
[sighs] You know,
what your husband and his friends did
made me a widow.
That man killed my husband, you hear me?
You're the ones who called earlier
to tell my husband he was coming?
Wait, someone called here?
Before he showed up, my husband got
a call warning him the killer was coming.
- Who did?
- I just said I thought it was you.
If it hadn't been for that phone call,
I would be dead now too.
- [indistinct radio chatter]
- [tense music rises]
Can you tell us when that call came in?
[indistinct announcement on PA]
[suspenseful music playing]
- [somber music playing]
- [Víctor sobs softly]
[groans]
[suspenseful music playing]
[music intensifies]
[killer grunts]
[sobs softly]
[speaking inaudibly]
[music peaks, fades]
My boys, did you miss
your old man, or what?
[chuckles, kisses]
Hey, what is this?
You know you have to hug me first.
There. That's better.
- Sweetheart.
- Hey.
Mm.
- I missed you.
- What took so long?
Trailer tipped over. It was a disaster.
Ah.
- Give me a minute?
- Mm-hmm.
You're stalking me now?
I know this isn't your case, Manchado,
but you need to listen to me.
You're the only one who can help.
I'm Amparo.
Yeah, I figured.
You're saying there's someone using
the son of the dead prostitute
to extort money
and make it look like
the whole thing's a personal vendetta?
- We think so.
- [footsteps approach]
If we determine who called Palacios,
it'll lead us
to the sick bastard pulling the strings.
Let me see if I got the whole picture.
First, there's corruption,
an unfortunate death and cover-up,
an assassination, and a serial killer.
And the cherry on top is you show up
at my house uninvited
to ask me to look
at the minister of the interior's
phone records
because you might be onto something?
Anything else?
No, that pretty much sums it up.
[sighs]
I'm gonna help you.
But this is the last time.
If I get caught,
they'll ship my ass overseas.
And I swear on my wife and kids,
Richi, if you fuck me over,
I will rip those giant balls of yours
right off.
- [sighs]
- You're the best, Manchado.
USER: MANCHADO9932
[Manchado clears throat]
Okay, okay, okay.
Hmph. Is this your home office?
Until my kids commandeered it
to play their fuckin' videos.
- [laughs] Sucker.
- All right. Give me the minister's number.
[Amparo] Here.
[monitor beeps]
I think you should try this one.
- We got there not long after that call.
- Ah
Area code 954? That's Seville.
[monitor beeps]
GEOLOCATOR
SEVILLE
You said five minutes.
- I need a few more, Jorge.
- I told my friends I'd play Fortnite.
Let me do my job for two seconds.
[Jorge sighs]
[alert beeps]
PHONE BOOTH
It's a fucking phone booth.
And it looks like
the only one left in La Cartuja.
We gotta go back to Seville.
[indistinct chatter]
[bottle opens]
What are you thinking?
Take a guess.
Just tell me.
We don't have a suspect in sight.
[sighs]
The head of security, cancer.
The stripper club, flambéed.
- Yeah.
- [Richi] We've got nothing.
And the anonymous phone call's
no help either.
I have a feeling we're missing something.
Like what?
[sighs]
I swear it was on the tip of my tongue
till I heard that guy crack his beer open.
Now that's all I can think about.
I'm actually impressed with our progress.
Better than the police.
Tell me about it.
You have to admit,
we make a great pair of investigators.
[Richi chuckles]
- Amparo, we're a great pair, period.
- Hmm.
The whole world knows it, baby.
- [Richi chuckles]
- [sighs]
Don't you think the blackmailer
is the key to this?
Someone who was there from the start.
And knew where to find money
30 years later.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Last night, when I was walking
up to Victoria's house,
I saw something in his mailbox.
[tense, rhythmic music playing]
[Richi sighs] Oh, for fuck's sake.
RGA
It reminded me of a tricky case
I worked on once.
RGA
[Richi] It involved a firm
that handles high-level financial claims.
"Rivas Guridi Attorneys." What do they do?
When you owe the bank a bunch of money
and you end up declaring bankruptcy,
the banks go to this kind of firm
to get the court to act in their favor.
[gasps] Are you thinking
Fernando Victoria?
[sighs] The envelope had this logo.
The man almost died
in the explosion at his office.
- The thing that saved him was you.
- A foolproof alibi.
"I'm totally innocent.
I got hurt by a bomb."
Holy shit.
How do we find out if he's going under?
Through Manchado, but he said
he wasn't gonna go any further.
Hold on.
What is it?
Carmen, I really need a favor.
Can you access
Fernando Victoria's accounts?
Yes. A bankruptcy or something?
His debt history.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Richi] Shit!
What is it?
[sighs] I'm sure it's still warm.
He's just a step ahead of us.
- Pisses me off.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Yes?
- [Carmen] You were right.
Victoria is drowning in debt.
I'm putting you on speaker.
- Go.
- They've been after him.
They just seized his company.
God fucking damn it. He's on the run.
We just have no idea where to.
He's about to get on a train to Madrid.
How do you know what he's doing?
- Because I can see him.
- You're at the station?
- Am I supposed to stay home?
- Course not. We'll meet you there.
- Who are you talking to?
- [Amparo] Carmen.
He leaves in ten minutes, so hurry up.
[call disconnects]
What the hell?
It says we're 16 minutes away by car.
- We'll have to hurry.
- No kidding.
[cell phone vibrates]
- Manchado?
- I can't find my gun. Did you take it?
- No, no, I'd never do that.
- Damn it, Richi.
- Don't fuck with me!
- I swear I didn't.
- I'm gonna lose my job.
- Did you ask your kids?
- Enough. Come on.
- Listen, man, I
I'm in a hurry. I can't talk right now.
- I gotta go.
- God damn it. Who do you think you are?
Did he really say that to you? No
- Hi. This is yours.
- [mumbles] Sorry.
[door alert beeps]
[exhales]
Hello, sir. Something for you?
A whiskey, thank you.
[man] We can't hide things
anymore, Fernando.
We need to file for bankruptcy
before the end of this quarter.
Otherwise, you're going to have
a very serious legal problem.
What's the ultimate deadline?
[man] A little over two months.
Thank you.
[Victoria] I understand
that I'm not a minister, miss.
But I'm a very busy man just the same.
So you cannot expect me to believe that
in the two months I've left messages,
Mr. Palacios hasn't found a few minutes
to get on the phone and fucking call me!
[low, tense music playing]
[sighs]
[music intensifies]
[knocking]
[door opens]
[footsteps fade]
[music peaks, fades]
Don't do that.
- I want to know who you took food to.
- I don't understand, Mr. Victoria.
Who'd you take the food to?
Yesterday. After work.
You're feeding him, hmm?
Víctor. The hooker's boy.
He isn't hurting anyone, sir. He's only
It's just an abandoned warehouse.
He was institutionalized, right?
He let me know that he escaped.
The only thing I do is bring him
some food. That's all I know.
[tense music playing]
[loud knocking]
[Víctor gasps]
[Victoria] Shh, shh, shh.
Don't be scared.
Shh. I only wanna talk to you.
I knew your mother, Víctor.
- [groans]
- [Victoria] Shh.
Marga.
What happened to her was terrible.
Even after all these years,
I've never forgotten.
I've never been able
to get it out of my mind.
I can't even imagine the pain.
How much you must have suffered.
How many tears you cried.
[sobs]
How you must have missed her.
Her dear son.
[crying softly]
[gentle piano music playing]
[Victoria] I tried so many times
to visit you at the hospital.
But they wouldn't let me.
I wanted to know you were okay.
You have a chance
to make all the guilty ones pay
for taking your mother from you.
[sinister music playing]
I will help you get your vengeance.
The explosion killed Roberto Valcárcel,
a successful entrepreneur and head of one
of the country's largest retail empires.
As you can see in the scene behind me,
the explosion devastated
the building where
[tense music building]
BUSINESSMAN DOMINGO GRANJERO, DEAD
Thank you.
I WANT 3 MILLION EUROS.
IF YOU DON'T PAY,
FIRE WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH
[siren wailing]
SEVILLE FIRE BRIGADE
- [Amparo] Richi?
- Amparo Castaño?
Yes, this is she.
This is Fernando Victoria.
You came to my office.
Yes?
We need to meet.
[tense music building]
[Amparo] Excuse me, Mr. Victoria?
[Victoria] So sorry, Adolfo.
I'll call you later.
Is there something I can do?
[door opens]
[music fades]
[clock ticking]
[suspenseful music playing]
[couching]
[alarm blaring]
[grunts]
[straining]
[groaning]
[cries out]
[muffled scream]
[groans]
[panting]
[shouts]
[muffled groaning]
[sobs]
[groans]
[screams]
[music subsides]
PAY
STATION LOCKER
[intense music swells]
[electronic beep]
[wind whistling]
[suspenseful music playing]
If you don't kill this guy today,
sooner or later,
Minister, he's gonna kill you.
[music fades]
[intense music playing]
[passengers murmur]
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
[music intensifies]
[sinister music playing]
What're you doing here?
No No.
Víctor. I don't know
what they've been telling you,
the ex-cop and his girlfriend,
but it's not true.
Listen to me, okay?
They're taking advantage of you.
You were dead inside. Remember?
Who took care of you?
Who took care of you
and gave you a reason to live?
[passengers screaming]
[suspenseful music building]
- Richi.
- Stay there and get down.
Víctor, it was Palacios.
He killed your mother.
He made me cover it up.
It was my job as the minister's assistant.
You understand, son?
Don't you?
I have money here. It's all for you.
Okay? It's yours.
Look. It's yours. Here. It's yours.
- No! No! Listen to me.
- Drop it!
[Victoria panting]
Put that thing down.
Down on the floor. Put it on the floor.
[tense music swells]
[music subsides]
[Victoria groans]
Víctor, I was a nobody.
You can't go there!
- [Richi grunts]
- [flames roar]
[Victoria screaming]
[shrieking continues]
[Carmen] Get up!
- He's getting away!
- Open it! Open it, quick!
- Hurry! Let's go!
- [Richi] Run!
[Victoria moaning]
- [Amparo yelps]
- [Carmen] Come on!
[passengers screaming]
- Everybody out! Out! Get out!
- [gun fires]
Hey! Careful!
Put it down on the floor slowly, Víctor.
Please, put it down.
You can't go any further.
Look around you. Huh?
Just put it down.
It's over. Do what I ask.
[gas hissing]
Put it down. Víctor, get it off your back.
Take off the pack and put it down, please!
- [emergency brake hisses]
- [passengers screaming]
[suspenseful music playing]
[screams]
[music subsides]
[sirens wailing]
[clamoring]
How far were you standing
when you fired the gun?
Mm no idea.
Mm 15, 20 meters? I really have no idea.
Have you ever fired a gun before tonight?
- Is this really necessary?
- What does it matter if she has?
- Why don't you let me do my job?
- I'm an officer too.
Then you understand
we gather information by asking questions.
Not when they're in shock.
So, have you ever fired a gun, ma'am?
Never. I don't think I ever held one.
I picked it up when I saw it lying there.
- You pulled the trigger?
- I had to shoot.
What else was there?
Hmm? Stand there and get burned alive?
- You know who the gun belongs to?
- Yeah, it's my weapon.
I don't believe this.
I run a security business.
If you find my gun, can I get it back?
Once again, your attitude isn't helping.
You should have called us.
- Maybe this can wait?
- No, we're doing it now. I'm not waiting.
I'm sick of all these people
who think they can ignore protocol
because they think
their work's more important.
Who caught the guy? Us or you?
We follow police standards,
so we're the idiots? Is that it?
[Carmen] Take it easy, damn it.
This isn't the right time. You know it.
[eerie music playing]
COURTHOUSE
[reporters murmuring]
- [woman] She's coming!
- [man 1] There she is!
[clamoring]
[man 2] Over here!
Mrs. Palacios! People want to know!
Mrs. Palacios, it was revealed
your husband was implicated
in a possible homicide
and six other crimes,
including extortion
of the Spanish government.
Any comments?
I would first like
to take this opportunity
to congratulate the expertise
and impartiality
of our country's justice system.
My husband was not an innocent man.
I also want to commend
our excellent police forces
for their quick resolution
of what some called
the Flamethrower Murders.
I would also like to take
this time to announce
that I believe the only way to make up
for the party's past mistakes
and wrongdoings
is for us to launch the creation of
a new party founded on honesty and trust.
[news fanfare plays]
8F NEWS
And to see it to fruition,
I feel that I must declare myself
as the party's candidate
in the upcoming elections.
- Thank you.
- So that's how you do it. She's a sly one.
- You can vote for her.
- I can sleep with your mother.
- Feel free.
- You can't help it, can you?
Tomorrow belongs to the ballsy fuckers.
- She might even win the election.
- She clearly is minister material.
- [scoffs] And you're dumbass material.
- You think?
Yes.
You have no fucking clue,
but you spout your bullshit like you do.
And basically, it makes me sick.
[scoffs]
That's all people in this country do
is spew their opinions like assholes.
They talk just to talk.
It's pitiful.
Someone's gotta bug up his ass.
Too bad no one pays
any attention to you anymore.
For once, you didn't fuck things up.
- I don't want to do interviews.
- [Manchado] Not this again.
Let's enjoy this. I propose a toast.
- To our Richi.
- Yeah.
Thank you, Manchado.
Jesus Christ, you know it's bad luck
to toast with water, Zurita.
Quintas, leave the guy alone.
A drop or two never killed anybody,
and you gotta respect the superstition.
I'm just trying to protect
his chances with the grieving widow.
[laughs]
All right, let's do it.
[Quintas] Here.
- [grunts]
- [onlooker gasps]
What the fuck is your problem?
I'm gonna break your face.
- You moron! Asshole!
- [colleague] Come on, guys! Seriously?
- [colleague 2] Knock it off!
- Hey! Whose face are you gonna break?
Quintas, you got what's coming to you.
- You gotta stop busting people's balls.
- [Quintas] Get off.
[indistinct chatter]
Occasionally, Queen Isabella I
would spend the night in this square.
And they say
that the great Cervantes wrote
Don Quixote when he lived in that house.
[scoffs] And Franco would buy his bread
in the alley over there, I swear.
- Richi.
- [Richi laughs]
Don't believe a thing she tells you.
It's all a bunch of lies.
So you're a historian now, are you? Hmm?
I can't help it
when they treat us like idiots.
That hasn't changed. [laughs]
And you? How are you?
- I started at law school.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm. Yes.
- You're going to university?
Right. They're recognizing
none of my credits,
so I'm starting from scratch,
but it's fine.
I'm going to therapy.
And?
So far, I haven't really noticed
anything special.
But I have been sober
for a couple of months.
Impressive.
Oh. I have a class.
Right now?
Yeah. This is my break in between,
and, as you know,
I'm kind of a nerd and hate to be late.
Listen, any chance you'd be interested
in dinner sometime?
I remember you said you love Italian food.
I know a great trattoria
just around the corner.
[sighs] The only thing is, I'm
I need to get used to this new life,
you know?
Everything happened so fast.
I've never been on my own.
In my life. You get it?
I can't add anything to my plate.
I hear you,
and I understand you perfectly.
What I really wanted to make sure of
is this isn't the last time
we see each other.
[gentle music playing]
[kisses]
No way, partner. [chuckles softly]
[footsteps fade]
[tender music intensifies]
[music fades out]
[somber closing theme playing]
[dreary closing theme music fades]
1992 is a fictional story.
The success of the Expo '92
and the Cartuja Science
and Technology campus is real.
Subtitle translation by:
Soledad Etchemendy