Salvador (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

1
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
[clock ticking]
[somber music playing]
[takes a deep breath]
[sobbing softly]
[music halts]
[music resumes]
What those Arabs did
is completely disgusting.
You know where to find us.
[door opens]
[footsteps approaching]
-It's empty. Her cousins didn't even show.
-Don't worry.
-Let's just get him home. Come on, Sal.
-Okay?
[church bell tolling]
[White Souls]
We're the most hardcore fanatics! ♪
We root for Madrid faithfully! ♪
We live and sweat
And fight for this group! ♪
We die for our family! ♪
-[man 1] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
-[man 1] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
-[man 1] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
[chanting continues] White Souls!
I DON'T FORGET NOR FORGIVE
I am so sorry.
I really loved her.
We'll miss her, all of us. [sniffles]
Condolences.
I'm so sorry. We loved our Milena.
Here, hold the bottom.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Salva, we should go, okay?
You're really tired.
What's wrong, rag head?
Hey? You fucking camel jockey?
Look, man, please chill. Not today, okay?
-Shut your mouth, asshole.
-[Israel] Enough, Tibu.
Show some respect for Milena.
[White Souls]
We're the most hardcore fanatics! ♪
We root for Madrid faithfully ♪
We live and sweat
And fight for this group! ♪
We die for this family ♪
[group] White Souls!
-[man 1] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
[music fades]
Before getting started,
I'd like to take a minute to remember
our colleague, Abel García Turrión.
He is a mounted officer
with the national police.
Our deepest prayers and thoughts
are with him and his family.
We will do everything in our power
to bring those responsible to justice
for this cowardly attack on our colleague.
[monitor beeping]
We know the perpetrators are in
a neo-Nazi group known as "White Souls."
We have been tracking the group
for a long time now.
And despite what some of you have written
in the press,
they are completely embedded in society.
Excuse me, where's the bakery?
The bakery is
right at the end of the aisle.
-[woman] Thank you so much.
-Sure.
[man] They generally keep a low profile,
except on the days they meet up to fight.
-It's a pleasure to help.
-Okay. Thanks.
[man] They're a violent offshoot
of the old Southern Ultras
who were banned from the stadiums
by the football clubs.
Good morning. Today we'll continue with
the battle for our nation's independence.
Take a seat. Let's pick things up
right where we left off.
The fatal error Napoleon made
was invading Spain.
This was the beginning
of the end for his great dynasty.
And they use football currently
as a convenient opportunity
for all their dangerous behavior.
[sirens blaring]
[man] But you can rest assured
the full weight of the law
will come down hard on them.
[officer] Everyone against the counter.
Now, people.
Hands where I can see them. Let's go.
-Good morning, miss. You the owner here?
-I am.
Search warrant.
[officer] Check the back.
Don't try to get rid of drugs or weapons.
[man] We can disclose
there is an ongoing investigation
connecting some of the White Souls members
with the disappearance of businessman
José Luis Velasco
-You.
-What did I do?
-Get on your feet.
-Where am I going?
Did I stutter? Get on your feet! Move it.
I'm coming. I hear you.
-Nice and easy, cooperate.
-It's all good.
Come on, let's go.
The spontaneous nature of the attack
against the French fans
is what prevented us from being ready.
We admit our mistake.
That's your fault here, partner.
Over the next hours, White Souls members
will endure questioning.
NATIONAL POLICE
[Nacho] He's out.
[applause]
-Thanks for sorting all this out.
-Just keep a low profile.
The investigation into the death
of 20-year-old White Souls radical,
Milena Aguirre, is ongoing.
We'll update when we have more.
Thanks, that's all.
[overlapping questioning]
[man] No questions at this time.
[somber music playing]
[music ends]
-[engine starting up]
-[siren wailing]
Jesus, who the fuck tagged our place?
This is so disrespectful, seriously.
No one saw anything?
Did any of you people see who did this?
Aw, shit. There's Salva.
No one saw anything?
Can someone scrub it off?
Please, it's disrespectful.
He's one of us.
Salva. Don't worry, my friend.
They'll scrub it off, okay?
Don't worry.
They'll take care of it, 'kay.
The idiots watch TV and its showing
what happened at the funeral earlier.
And you had a flare.
-So there are people who--
-What?
You know how people are.
I guess it's normal. I don't know, it's--
Normal? Normal would be
if any of them extended condolences.
That would be normal.
Salva…
[woman on TV] Much of the aftermath
has been steeped in controversy.
As we can see in the footage,
the deceased's father bade her farewell
while surrounded by members
of the neo-Nazi group
known as the "White Souls."
He also held a white flare,
which is a common fascist symbol
used by many of these far-right groups.
The victim, Milena Aguirre, was a member
of the White Souls organization.
This casualty was one of the many
stemming from the violent clashes
following the Real Madrid football match,
which left a dozen injured
including three Marseille fans
who were treated for minor injuries
and released.
However, Spanish -police officer,
Abel García Turrión,
remains in critical condition
after suffering serious burns.
He continues to fight
for his life in intensive care.
-Why are we stopping?
-Just need a minute.
-[door slams]
-He always like this, or…?
[bell ringing]
-[woman] Yes? Hello?
-Ambulance.
There's an emergency,
but your neighbor isn't responding.
[door buzzes]
[door closes]
[doorbell ringing persistently]
-[Mateo] I'll get it, I'll get it.
-[ringing continues]
-Thank you.
-[woman] You're welcome.
-[pounding on door]
-[Mateo] I'm coming, I'm coming!
Chill out.
-Who is it?
-[pounding continues]
Oh, hi, Salvador.
Uh… what's happening?
Salvador, wait.
You can't just come
into my home like this.
What's this? What are you making here?
This is my job.
It's a living. Not your business.
Why did you get my daughter caught up
with those White Souls?
It's not me.
She got herself into all this.
She wanted to get involved in it.
-Yeah.
-Okay?
-[tense music playing]
-You make them attend her funeral?
-I'm sorry?
-The White Souls.
The White Souls went
because they wanted to, Salvador.
You are aware
that Milena was part of the group.
No, no, no, no. That's all wrong.
My daughter isn't like you.
I think you have it all wrong.
So why'd they kill her?
Why kill her, Mateo?
Please tell me.
I need to know. Why'd they do it?
I… I don't know.
I don't know.
Salvador, since my accident…
I don't hang with those guys.
I'm their social media manager.
I post content,
videos, and stuff like that.
Chat rooms. It's a living. It's my job.
So your job is recording brawls
and other violence?
The thing at Madrid Río got planned
a long time ago, Salvador.
You'll never understand.
It's the way to defend what's ours.
Our mission.
Right, so is there footage of Milena
in that shit you recorded for your job?
Help me out, Mateo.
No. There's nothing. I'm sorry.
Thanks for nothing. I don't know why
I'm talking to a moron like you.
I also loved her, you know.
You're not the only one who's suffering.
[Marjane] Salvador, we received a call.
Heart attack at 6 Riojanos Street.
Got it. On my way.
-[music fades]
-[siren wailing]
[man] Hey, hey! Hey! Over here.
For God's sake, please hurry!
Here. Hurry!
Here. This way, please!
It… It's the seventh floor. Help me.
[Toni] Give it to me. [grunts]
There's an elevator, right?
-Let's hope so.
-Yeah.
-[Salvador] Oh, no.
-[Toni] Shit.
-[Marjane] Oh, come on.
-[Toni] Fucking hell.
OUT OF ORDER
[clamoring]
[overlapping instructions]
-[Toni] On the right? Okay.
-[woman] On the right. Fast.
-Hurry.
-Okay, we're here.
[man] Oh, they made it.
-[Toni] We're here.
-[man] Good job. Thanks for coming by.
-Bravo. Well done. This is great.
-[woman] Please!
[man] How do you do your job?
How does it take an hour to get here?
We called an hour ago!
-[woman] Oh, God.
-How did it take you an hour to arrive?
If my father fucking passes…
It'll be your fault.
-[Marjane] Okay.
-[man] Fucking hour to get here!
What took so long?
My dad's dying, and you take
a fucking hour to get here!
-You fuckers!
-[Marjane] He's prepped.
-I didn't hear him. I was in the kitchen.
-A fucking hour!
-I didn't hear him because of the TV.
-You're a disgrace. One hour!
-One fucking hour.
-[woman] And I saw him just laying there.
-[Marjane] Let's get him breathing.
-[woman] They're trying to save him!
Let them work. They finally made it.
Óscar, don't make threats!
Please, please, don't make any threats!
[Óscar applauds] Nice fucking job!
You're top-of-the-class
fucking medical professionals!
Great job, there!
-Óscar!
-I don't feel like shutting up!
-I'm not gonna!
-Maybe they'll help to save him, Óscar!
Please, Óscar!
-Okay.
-[Óscar] I'll fucking kill them!
You motherfuckers, look at you!
You're terrible at this. It's bullshit.
-A fucking hour.
-[woman] Óscar! Shut up!
-He's… He's in asystole.
-[Óscar] What the fuck is asystole?
[woman] Shut up, Óscar!
[Óscar] What's asystole? What the fuck?
I'm not going to shut up! I'm fuckin' not!
-[woman] I'm begging you.
-My dad's dying, and they take an hour.
I won't calm down!
You're fucking kidding me!
-You're not helping at all!
-[woman] Please!
Don't fucking touch me
when you take an hour to get here.
-Don't touch me!
-Hey! Please, take a minute.
-[woman] For God's sake, Óscar!
-Just breathe.
You need to take a breath.
You must calm down.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, man! Relax!
-You want us to go?
-You've fucking grabbed me enough.
[overlapping shouting]
-You need to get ahold of yourself.
-Calm down, okay?
-You killed my dad. You did it.
-[Toni] You need to calm down.
[Marjane] Listen to me. Óscar, Óscar!
This is a tranquilizer, okay?
If you let me,
it will calm you down, okay?
[woman breathing heavily]
[Toni] Let's sit down, okay? Come on.
-Easy.
-[woman sobs]
[Toni] Right here.
Hmm? Let's calm down.
So now what am I supposed to do?
What do I do now?
The police are on their way.
Easy breaths, okay?
-Just breathe. Okay.
-[Óscar sobbing]
[sobbing intensifies]
[woman] My son.
Calm down, son. Calm down.
Calm down, baby.
You're okay.
[sobbing continues]
Please, my son.
-[radio beeps]
-[woman on radio] Dispatch to Alpha 23.
Go ahead, dispatch.
We have a 2-to-5-inch knife wound
at 10 Encinas Street.
The police have just arrived.
We're on it.
-We'll get to this one in time.
-[siren blaring]
[man] Julia.
Wow, what a coincidence.
You have my name too.
Just call me Detective Andújar.
You know why we brought you in?
-I'm gonna bet no.
-[inhales nonchalantly]
It seems that today is your lucky day.
No. No, no. Maybe my luck is changing.
I mean, I haven't felt lucky all day.
Yeah.
Where were you on the day
the White Souls attacked Marseille fans?
Three fans were injured, and an officer
suffered third-degree burns.
Uh….
Collecting asparagus.
It's true. I mean,
I work in a supermarket,
and I was restocking asparagus,
among other things.
Look, my dear.
We have dozens of videos with your image.
[Julia] Mm-hmm.
It's a bad idea to lie to us.
Right.
Get out of here.
But we'll be watching carefully.
Well, thank you, detective.
Another thing.
Ana, no?
Your daughter, right?
Her name's Ana?
No.
Keep her out of this.
Just go.
And make sure your luck remains good.
[tense music playing]
Your cop friend's a dick.
-He's not a friend.
-Don't be an asshole.
Get him off my back.
It's beneficial, the police treating you
the same as the others.
Leave Ana out of it. Just don't touch her.
Okay, let's focus on
what's important here.
You can fill in the hole that Milena left.
It's a great opportunity.
An opportunity for what?
Nacho.
He's all alone and needs a companion.
[siren blaring]
[Marjane] Let's go. Quickly.
Come on. Let's go.
[music fades]
[Salvador] Knife wound.
Twenty years old. She's lost
a lot of blood, but she's conscious.
-Lilibeth.
-Hello, Lilibeth.
-Let's get you inside.
-Come on, move.
[Elena] Thank you.
How are you?
[sighs] So, the funeral.
I was working.
Yes, yes. A poor excuse, I know.
It's just that…
I'm not really comfortable
going to a neo-Nazi funeral.
It's very confusing, Salva.
Did you know your daughter was
in one of those Nazi parties?
I feel awful. This is a horrendous thing.
[sobs] I watched them stab her, Salva.
I don't know how to behave right now.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to do.
You would if it was your kid.
The French guy that you brought in
is being interrogated in isolation.
But I didn't say anything.
[tense music playing]
[indistinct police radio]
[woman] Time moves slowly
when I'm not with him.
You are so strong. And don't you worry.
We'll find those guys
who committed this despicable crime.
Trust me.
We are working.
It's hard,
but we will not stop until we solve this.
[Salvador] Excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me. You're a police officer, yes?
Yes, and?
My name is Salvador Aguirre.
And my daughter was killed, Milena.
She was in the White Souls.
Do you know, uh…
Sorry, I'm truly sorry.
I hope I'm not interrupting you.
-I've heard that your suspect is nearby--
-This way.
-Are you completely mental?
-I'm deeply sorry for your family.
Get out of here.
-I know. I'm leaving.
-Come on. Please, get out of here.
But do you know anything
about her killer yet?
Get out of this hospital immediately.
[music fades]
-[sobbing]
-[somber music playing]
[monitors beeping intermittently]
Excuse me,
is this the way to the isolation wing?
It's just beyond that door,
but it's private.
[phone ringing]
Just hold on a minute.
Yes, I'm here.
Yes, he is in room 808.
Perfect, I'll send it.
[tense music playing]
-Hello.
-What do you want?
-You can't be here.
-I need the detectives right away.
You can't see them.
[Andújar] This guy?
-And you're sure?
-Yes.
No.
Yes.
Good. How about this girl?
Look carefully.
Was she there when they beat you?
Yes.
[officer] You can't be here. Keep moving.
-Move it along.
-[Salvador] Okay.
-Are you listening?
-Hold on just a second. Really.
-I'll head to the station now.
-I'll be there in a bit.
I'm Milena Aguirre's dad.
I don't know anything about this case,
but I hear this guy's the detainee.
Okay, sir. Just because we're talking
doesn't mean he's guilty. Hmm?
He's a suspect because we know
the attackers were French and he's French.
For now, that's all we have.
Come outside with us so we can talk.
Officer, she was my only family.
If you have anything to share,
it would help tremendously.
I need to know who took her life.
Right now, the only person in custody is
that man we just interviewed.
-The Arab guy?
-Mm-hmm.
But of course
that doesn't mean he's guilty.
We're just talking to him.
In any case,
someone will get in touch with you
if we happen to discover anything new.
-Sound good?
-Sure.
Oh, there's one other thing.
Can I access my daughter's apartment
and collect her things?
Your colleagues said
I'd have to wait a few days.
You can enter. No problem here.
Be careful what you look for.
Just might find it.
[car door opens]
[car door closes]
[engine starting up]
[jars clinking]
Hi. How are you? Leaving already?
Not quite. I'm not done yet.
What's happening?
Your letter of termination. Starting now.
-It's my--
-It's not my call.
The bosses saw you on the news.
Something about a video at a funeral.
I got you a decent severance package.
No, no, no, no, no. I'm not…
It… Listen, regarding those videos…
Olga, no.
You can't fire me, Olga.
Don't fire me
because I'll lose my daughter.
Look, my hands are tied.
They were very clear.
They don't want your kind here.
Wait a minute. One minute.
Wha… What kind am I?
What kind? A mother?
Like, I'm a mother, Olga.
Who do I need to talk to?
The big boss or corporate?
There must be someone.
I don't mind working more hours.
-Or double shifts or whatever.
-It's not my call.
Wait, no. No.
Yeah?
[tense music rises]
Goddamn fuckers.
[door opening]
FOREVER FAITHFUL
[music becomes somber]
[sobbing]
[music grows tense]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Don't worry. Don't worry.
I just wanted to come get Milena's things.
I… I didn't know
she was living with someone.
Why are you here?
The police gave me her keys
they found with her things.
But of course, I… I didn't realize
she was living with anyone.
-I'm sorry.
-[keys jingling]
Get outta here.
Um… All right if I take this?
I bought it for her.
Sure.
Thank you.
[door opens]
-[door closes]
-[keys clatter]
[under breath] Fucking asshole.
Son of a bitch.
[echoing] For fuck's sake!
[music fades]
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
[footsteps approaching]
-What are you doing here?
-I was hoping we could talk.
Come on inside.
You'll catch pneumonia out here.
Why aren't you at work?
They fired me today.
Management said they saw me on the news,
and they went ballistic.
It was a shitty job anyway.
I thought you liked the job.
What'll you do now?
Since Milena is gone…
thought maybe you're hiring.
If you have extra shifts here,
I could bartend.
Milena knew how to earn respect.
There are plenty of handsy guys.
And with that face and that body,
you'd earn more at a nightclub.
Yes, but I want more, Carla.
-[exhales]
-I'd love for you to teach me the job.
[clears throat]
What I need is more than a barmaid.
Whatever you need.
I'll let you know as we go.
Thank you, Mama.
You got it. Put out the chairs.
-Excuse me.
-Yes.
Can you tell me where I can find
Detectives Martín and Andújar?
I can. They're right at the end.
Follow me.
-[Salvador] Thank you.
-Mr. Aguirre.
-Hello.
-Thanks for stopping by.
Come in. Thank you.
Have you heard anything?
Nothing new to report.
So you haven't confirmed it was the guy
I tended to from the hospital?
Can you confirm that your daughter
was involved with extremists?
I know she was dating one of 'em.
But I don't think they were a couple
or anything like that.
Yeah.
Can you watch this video for me?
[all chanting] White Souls, White Souls,
White Souls, White Souls!
-[Nacho] Come on. Here we go!
-[clamoring]
Go back to your fucking country!
[Milena] Motherfuckers.
Let's go. Let's go! Let's go!
-[Nacho] You fucking foreigners!
-Fuckers!
[Nacho] Let's go!
It's pretty clear she wasn't just a pawn
dating a fanatical boyfriend
who got mixed up
in a fight between hooligans.
Your daughter was a terrorist
and part of that mob.
And she knew exactly what she was doing.
Like you knew what you were doing
that time you hit that Black guy.
Is that true?
-Must run in the family.
-Oh, no, no. Wait a second.
That isn't accurate.
I mean, that wasn't anything.
The man arrived
very, very drunk in the hospital.
The man was unhinged and attacked first.
Don't say I'm a racist, okay?
Well, that man was drunk.
And apparently you as well.
-[papers scraping]
-And you were suspended over that.
So let's have a little patience,
all right?
Let's give the French police
the room to do their job
so they can investigate. Got it?
[melancholy music playing]
You're going to stop investigating, right?
She was extremist so,
um… no sympathy for her.
-That's not what we said.
-I think it is.
[Andújar] Our colleague's name is Abel.
His physicians don't believe
he'll make it.
And there's more.
He has a beautiful daughter.
And a lovely wife.
So if any of your daughter's friends
mention who threw that goddamn Molotov
that burnt him alive,
we'd really appreciate the tip.
Did you know his horse is named Black?
And it's an Arabian?
Arabian.
They say he's still crying in his stable.
I wasn't aware that horses cry.
Were you?
[music ends]
-Did that feel good?
-Fuck yeah.
-[bell jingles]
-[tense music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Hello. Could I have
a non-alcoholic beer, please?
-There's alcohol in here.
-That's all we got.
-Thanks, Julia.
-My pleasure.
-Uh, thanks.
-Thank you.
Uh, excuse me?
You were the one
who fished my daughter out of the river.
-Yes, I did that.
-[Salvador] Thank you so much.
Not like it mattered.
I hadn't heard from her in a while.
Actually, a very long time. I, uh…
-I'm sure she told you.
-No. No, she never did.
-Listen, I gotta go.
-No, please.
Just a minute of your time.
I'm not understanding anything.
I keep turning it over in my head,
but I just don't get it.
Who might want her dead?
I don't know.
-No, wait a minute, please.
-[Max] Hey, you, quack.
It's done. Get out. You hear me?
-It's all good.
-[Max] No. Enough!
Julia, pour the drinks.
Listen. It's okay.
He's a friend, guys. Got it?
I need help.
Grab these bags, please.
[music fades]
[door opens]
Don't worry. They're good guys.
But they're always on guard.
They're defending each other.
-Defending each other from what?
-From the world.
I'm glad you came in.
Had a feeling you would.
Well, I wasn't so sure.
Of course
the police wouldn't listen to you.
You're pursuing answers about Milena,
and we'd be the only option you have left.
Let's go.
[emotional music playing]
You know,
the same thing that Julia's going through…
also happened to me.
I was a hairdresser. Well, the manager.
And when they learned
that my man was a fanatic, I was let go.
He was at a match in Liverpool.
And was murdered by thugs.
The police gave me nothing.
No answers or anything.
We were married a few months, that's it.
You know who came to my rescue?
Who helped to repatriate my Sergio?
Other fanatics. They were our friends.
Then I took over the bar.
And that's it. Fifteen years ago.
And everything's the same.
[music becomes intriguing]
I need to know who killed my Milena.
And I need…
I need to get to know her.
To find out all about her.
She was a wonderful kid.
ONE NATION, ONE FIGH
LOVE MADRID
FOOD BANK
[music fades]
[woman] Uh-huh.
-Thank you so much for this.
-Get the bags from the trunk.
What's all this? Where are we?
This is our center, Love Madrid.
I met Milena here through Mateo.
-Weren't you neighbors?
-Yeah.
What goes on here?
We fix buildings
and use them to house Spaniards.
We give them accommodation,
food, medicine.
We also help with finding jobs.
This is only for Spaniards.
Are you from Spain? No, you're not.
No, right? Go on, on you go.
Get out. Off you go.
-Only Spaniards here?
-Yes.
No Blacks, no Latinos, no Asians,
no Arabs. They already have places to go.
[Salvador] Right.
-I'm sorry, but, uh…
-What? There's something on your mind.
I think it's horrible
to make those distinctions.
I don't delineate between those in need.
I'm sorry.
Mm. We provide assistance to them
when others don't.
Right, but that's straight-up bigotry
and racism.
I don't discriminate.
When I receive an emergency call,
I treat 'em alike.
They could be anyone.
Whether they're poor or rich,
I don't care.
I don't think about
their race, gender, or ideology.
Yeah, for sure.
You provide for everyone
except your family.
Come.
A PROPER MEAL FOR OUR PEOPLE
Good evening.
[indistinct chatter]
-[girl chatting indistinctly]
-[baby crying]
We assist hundreds of families
without asking for compensation in return.
Vulnerable families who have been evicted,
the long-term unemployed.
Anyone who has nowhere else to go.
[somber music playing]
Look.
You'll see your ex there
and Milena on that wall.
Go ahead.
When you left, they lost their home.
They found one here.
Because you weren't there
for them anymore.
They joined our family while you were off
gambling, drinking, and doing drugs.
We provided when you could not.
So you want to humiliate me?
I gave Milena a job at my bar.
Then we paid
for her training as a tattoo artist.
She was very gifted at it.
Her eye was great.
[Salvador] Why are you telling me this?
Because someone has to tell you, Salvador.
They were upset a lot. They cried.
They felt alone and abandoned.
And now you say you want justice, right?
You want the police to arrest the Arab
who murdered your daughter.
But they won't.
You won't get that justice.
And I'm not providing it either.
What we can do for you
is find that fucking Arab
who killed Milena
and make him truly pay.
We can do that.
That's why you're here?
I don't want revenge.
I don't believe in that.
You can easily pick up a taxi
on the street.
[music fades]
-[gunshot]
-[screaming]
[clamoring]
Manuel. Manuel, it's okay.
We know who they are.
-[panicked commotion]
-[tense music playing]
-Shit.
-[man] Hey, hey! You motherfuckers. Hey!
[aggravated clamoring]
Shit.
Your fucking friends are here.
You call them antifa, am I right?
They're not fans
of all our help either, the fucks.
Get Max on the phone.
[muffled shouting]
[music fades]
[intriguing music playing]
[music fades]