Abandonados (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

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Previously on ABANDONED
It would be wonderful that someone said:
"This story rings a bell!"
If anyone relates to my situation,
who can direct, help, guide me
Suddenly, a ton of people
started sending us emails and messages.
I think I can do something.
I believe I can help this person.
I want to propose lots of ideas.
Maybe I can follow
this path with her.
I said to myself. If I could do something
to help them, I would like to.
We got a pretty important email
due to the information it contained.
This is the house, this is the house.
"Ding!" We have our DNA test results.
All of a sudden I see the south of Spain.
There were people who had more
than 1% DNA in common with them.
Among his cousins was an Isabel.
She asks her family and tells me
that they remember
some relatives who disappeared.
A couple and their three kids.
I remember it was morning.
Carmen called me
and said, "Elvira,
"I think we've found someone
who might know your family."
And of course
I spent the whole day, like,
telling her, "Carmen, how can that be?"
Because Carmen said, "I spoke to Isabel.
"She told me that this afternoon
"she's meeting with a woman
who recognizes your story.
"When we know something, we'll call you."
Wow!
I start having phone calls with Isabel
and in the information she gives me,
she says, "Yes,
"they're called Ramón, Richi and Elvira."
So, clearly, "Richi"
We'd never used that form of his name
on any site at any time.
It's true that Ricardo was called Richi
when he was little.
So that's when I said,
"Yes, it's certain."
I can't describe that moment.
It was incredible.
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I can't believe it.
Yeah, you know? Like when you get the news
and you can't quite believe it.
If they tell you, "You've won 20 million."
A little like that.
It's can't be an error. It can't be.
Finding your family is
It's awesome.
We need to see our family's faces
and we have so many questions for them.
It was after eleven
when we started our videocall.
Connecting
Waiting
was so stressful.
It was like not knowing, you know? It was
I'm gonna talk to my aunt,
but will my mom be there?
Will she not?
When the call started,
there was a young girl and an older lady.
I'm Felisa,
the aunt of the kids who disappeared.
At the very start of the videocall,
the conversation was rather superficial,
a bit like, "Hi, hi."
And I just sit there like this
and say, "Oh, dear, it's Ramón."
"But are you sure, mom?"
These are clearly my niece and nephews.
Felisa seemed familiar to me.
More in how she acted than how she looked.
How she expressed herself
took me back to when I was little.
The conversation wasn't very long.
We talked about what we do for a living,
who we are, where we live
And a little bit about how we found them.
And then we told them our story.
They left us in a train station.
We went to a shelter.
At the shelter, a family fostered us.
And after 40 years, I decided to search,
and we ended up finding them.
I tell them we've had a wonderful life,
but part of us always felt like
something was missing.
There's a certain sense of mistrust.
But for me I had no doubt
when she showed us a photo of my brother.
That's when my brother and I
were totally shocked.
Because the photo gave us the feeling of,
"Why does this lady have our photo?"
And then, my cousin Mari chimed in,
and said to my brother,
"Don't you remember
when we used to jump on the bed?"
At that point, I said I remembered,
for example,
that every day we had a glass of milk.
That I would wake up late
and a layer of cream would form
and I hated it.
Then they showed me
a photo of Grandma Inés.
They said, "We were here,
at Grandma Inés's house."
That rang a bell.
My brother said, "The lady with the milk."
The lady I always told you about,
the one who made me drink milk.
I realized that all the memories
Richi and Rai told me about
were falling into place.
I was really anxious,
and I wanted to ask them
the most important question to me:
Where are my parents?
And they said they didn't know.
That all five of us had disappeared.
There came a time
when they lost contact with them,
and we were with them.
They never heard anything
about us or our parents again, and that
they'd always thought we were dead,
that we'd had an accident
That something had happened
for five people to vanish
from one day to the next.
Because before they appeared,
I'd brought it up many times.
I said, "Mari, what if the kids appeared?
"If they appeared,
how happy Grandma Inés would be."
I said many times,
"Mom, don't cry anymore.
"At some point
"my niece and nephews will show up.
You'll see."
Because we've been waiting and waiting.
Elvira asked, among other things,
if they knew what work our parents did,
if they knew where they could be.
I needed to get paper and a pen
and said,
"Tell me everything you know to"
to be able to pass it on to Carmen,
Montse, and to carry on.
At first, they didn't want
to give us much information.
Very little, if any.
When we were talking on the phone,
on the videocall,
I told my nephew,
"When you come to my house,
"I'll tell you who your parents are."
That's when, obviously
logically, we were going to go,
but it created this
well, this trepidation,
this sense of intrigue
about it, and also a sense of,
"We have to wait yet again."
And there was a real rush
and also a huge shock.
We felt amazed and said, "Wow,
"we've found them."
But not completely.
I dreamed it, and if I didn't,
I thought about it that night
About my childhood.
That's when my mind started going
4,000 miles per hour.
Racing around, rethinking my
my thousands of questions.
Who are they? What are like?
When will we go there? What will we do?
And there was a moment
when we were afraid that, I don't know,
if they come from the criminal world,
or whatever,
they won't give us the information.
There was also a mysterious element
in how we agreed to meet, you know?
We asked them to tell us
where they lived so we could go see them,
but they said, "No, no,
"we won't give you our address.
"We'll come to meet you
at Atocha station."
I have to say, I was a little pessimistic.
Elvira had put in an incredible
amount of effort.
She laid everything out
on a little tray for me to see.
And now I want to know what happened.
Every time I would make headway,
a step in any direction,
the first thing I would do is
open WhatsApp
and write to Montse and to Carmen.
I was also impatient to know
what they'd said, what they'd found.
I don't even want to imagine
how Elvira felt.
Because I was staring at my phone
saying,
"She's found them."
Hi all, just to let you know
that Elvira, Ramón and Ricard
have found their biological family
and they've been in contact with them.
That weekend was a nail biter!
It's a little strange
because your close family,
who had completely disappeared
for 40 years,
reappears out of the blue,
and you hold back information and say,
"No, we'll wait
to see each other to talk about it."
The logical reaction is to tell them
everything, spend hours on the phone,
telling them everything immediately.
It doesn't make sense to say,
"There are things we can't say
over the phone. We'll wait."
It's odd.
You wonder if it was just buying time
so everyone could get their story straight
and keep some things hidden.
So at first glance,
it was all rather suspicious.
So, through all these ups and downs,
Elvira told me,
"On this day, I'm going to Madrid
to meet them. I said, "Wait, wait, wait."
Okay, go to Madrid to meet them,
but you have to take something with you
to collect a saliva sample
to biologically confirm
that they really are your family.
We met at my mom's place.
The three of us went
because we wanted to tell her
what we'd found.
My mom made us dinner,
and we we shared a lovely evening.
She made us a special cake.
It was an exciting time for us all.
For them for what they might find,
and for me, because they might find
something they like.
Something they like won't mind too much,
something that works for them.
And also, a bit like, "Oh!
"We've found what we've been looking for.
What's going to happen now?"
It was exciting, and full of questions
about how that first meeting would go.
And she made us sandwiches for the train.
And she dropped us off at Sants station.
The three of us
took a photo there with my mom.
With one family, looking for another.
So, it's rather symbolic
that my mom supported us.
And so
We got on the train
and tried to stay as calm as possible
during the two-hour ride.
On the train, part of me kept saying,
"Make the most of this. Enjoy it fully."
"You keep wanting to know, investigating,
and pushing, but they are your family."
You know? "Sit with them, chat,
get to know them, enjoy their company."
We got there a little early, I remember.
We arrived earlier than expected
because we wanted to check the place out
and not be too nervous.
And then, in the blink of an eye,
my aunt showed up.
My aunt and my cousin Mari.
I saw the three of them together and said,
"Mari, do you see Ramón and Elvira?"
"My niece and nephews. That's them."
When we arrived, they just stood there.
I was speechless.
I mean, I looked at her
and was reminded of my mom.
A lot.
I was so happy.
And Ramón saw that I was shaking
with that same excitement at seeing them.
Felisa was shaking like a leaf.
Shaking and shaking.
She nearly fainted when she saw us.
We were tiny the last time she saw us.
Now we're like three giants.
Then we started to
Yeah, we started to laugh, to cry
It was It was really intense, absolutely.
Afterall these years,
imagine the effect it has on you.
It really affected me,
but I think it affected them even more.
We got in Mari's car.
Mari drove us with Aunt Felisa.
And I was full of anticipation,
looking at the road, because we actually
didn't know where we were going.
Because they didn't want to give us
the address of where we were going.
And there was
There was some tension.
I remember Montse had told me,
"Leave your live location on."
You don't know where you're going,
you don't really know who they are.
Share live location
There was an element of of intrigue.
And so, we went to Aunt Felisa's house.
When we entered, a table had been set,
full of food.
And then more relatives
started showing up.
I was really nervous when we were there.
I couldn't speak.
I had to go out, take a walk, come back.
I got It made me super nervous.
I had photos that my mom kept at home,
and when my mother passed away,
I brought photos of my sister.
And there at the table,
I picked up a photo and said,
"Look, this is your mother."
Wow.
"This is your father."
It was amazing.
A weird feeling.
Everyone wanted to talk
and know everything.
We wanted to know their exact names
and looked at everything, everything.
Nobody spoke up to tell us what happened.
My parents It's hard to say it,
but it's true that I'd forgotten them.
I have memories,
but when we were there, they became clear.
They came to light.
I'd never had photos of my family,
and when they showed me the photos
I fell apart.
When you see your father, after 40 years,
in a photo, it's like
Good.
It's really good.
I recognized him,
but he wasn't exactly as I remembered.
I don't know how to say it.
I didn't remember him being so handsome.
And the memories I do have of him,
for example,
it's weird, were of his hair.
It was a bit long, white, but
I don't remember his face exactly.
I had forgotten it.
And my mother, too.
When we saw the photos,
she looked different
from how we remembered her.
Especially Elvira, she'd said
that my mother was blonde with red lips.
I don't remember her blonde.
I always said, I trusted Ramón's memories.
He's always been the one.
When he described our father,
and I saw the photo, I said,
"He described him perfectly."
The memories I'd shared
were coming to life
in the photos Aunt Felisa was showing us.
So it was super exciting
because we were seeing our life
before we were abandoned.
This is the best photo in the world.
Because I remember
when we were really little.
It was magical.
My mother.
Until Aunt Felisa showed me the photos,
I couldn't picture my mom or dad's faces.
The day they showed us the photos
And my mom had a bad temper, which
I also have.
Wow! The Jaguar and me licking the window.
We had a great time.
Plus, I remember it.
I'd always had a really good time
with that family.
Something happened,
and it all went to shit.
We spent a long time,
the entire day there.
I felt comfortable,
but at the same time, I wasn't sure
I wasn't sure if they were
telling me everything.
I don't know what kind of life
my brother-in-law and sister had
because I only ever saw him twice
at my mother's house, and that was it.
I noticed it was hard,
hard to talk about certain things.
I put myself in their shoes, and I think
I would've done the same thing.
You can't just tell someone certain things
the moment you meet them.
I can't tell them what I don't know.
I can tell them when I know something.
We were slowly opening up to each other.
My dad's name was Ramón Martos Sánchez
and my mom was Rosario Cuetos Cruz.
I went in knowing that my parents
that it could be all good or all bad.
We knew that they were involved in
illegal activities.
And she was honest about that and told us
that what they did wasn't
They weren't doctors or nurses.
Each question led to another and another.
I said, "Look, the only thing
I'm telling you
"is to get it out of your heads
that your mom and dad abandoned you."
They told us that since 1983,
there'd been no sign of them.
Something serious happened
to your mom and dad.
I want to know why my parents fled Spain
and maybe then we'll find out
why they left us in Barcelona.
They told us that in Tarifa
I have a great-aunt on my dad's side
named Manola.
She's 90 years old,
but has a very good memory
and she might be able to answer
some of my questions.
Manola gave me some photographs
that could be essential
to the investigation.
Why did my father go to Paris?
- What happened?
- Because they were looking for him.
Do you know why they were looking for him?
I know I came by one day
and the police were there
searching the sewer system,
and I asked what they were looking for.
They said, "We're looking for a gun."
"A gun?"
They said Ramón had wounded an officer
and they were looking for the gun to see
if it was the one he'd been shot with.
But they didn't find it. It wasn't there.
And, well, he left,
and none of us knew where he'd gone.
About four months
after my father fled to France,
my aunt Manola got a call from my dad.
And when he called me,
I said, "Hello."
He said, "What's up?"
I said, "Is it you?" He said, "Yes."
I said, "How could you leave
without saying goodbye?"
He said,
"If I say goodbye, I can't come back."
He said,
"But I called you for another reason."
"I'm doing well, and I'm a father."
I said, "Is it a boy?" He said, "A boy."
"What did you name him?"
He said, "What do you think?"
It was as if I could see him.
"After myself, Ramón."
- "I think that's great."
- My eldest brother, sure.
I said, "What's he like?"
and he said, "Handsome like me."
Nobody was ugly to him.
And since then, he never called me again.
My brother Ramón was born in 1978,
and from 1978 to 1983,
the year before they abandoned us,
my mother and my grandma Inés
spoke on the phone almost every day.
It's true that my mother was always crying
about my sister.
That's how we knew my sister was alive,
because she called my mother.
Where did she call from? I don't know.
My mother had a landline
but my sister didn't.
She used a phonebooth.
Every Christmas,
they'd send a packet of photos,
and we were in them, too.
When my sister stopped calling my mother,
my mother started getting suspicious.
"Something's happened to your sister."
But from then on, neither my mother,
nor I, nor anyone else
had any news of them.
My aunt Felisa remembers
talking to my mother on the phone
in May of 1983, which was exactly one year
before they abandoned us.
My mother told my aunt
that my father had been admitted
to the hospital for tuberculosis.
At Christmas that same year,
neither my father nor mother
contacted their families.
And from then on, as time passed,
and they never showed up.
And everyone thought they were dead,
or they just vanished.
We asked Felisa
if they were looking for us,
and she was really angry because it seems
they were also looking in France,
but they'd left us in Barcelona.
I think they're caught in the same loop
as my brothers and I
when we ask ourselves what happened.
To this day, they're saying,
"Why not in Madrid?
"Why not in Seville?
"Why didn't they leave us with an ID card
so we could have returned to them?"
With nothing. No paper, no note, nothing.
When they were left behind, if they'd gone
to the media,
my mother would've taken in the children.
I can assure you.
Sometimes she called Luisa at Christmas.
But she also stopped calling them.
Luisa wanted to put it Because
there was something like that on TV,
called Lobatón, looking for lost family.
She wanted to go
and talk on the program, Lobatón.
We're talking about people who've vanished
You already know that.
Careful, though, these are real people
and these are real people's stories.
But when they were told
they would have to give names,
surnames, concrete information,
at that point, they stepped back,
afraid they'd make their lives
more complicated.
What if I call and it ends up hurting him?
If I call and something happens to him,
it's my fault.
In the end, though, she kept saying
she'd look, but she never did.
My parents were wanted, so in the end,
my aunts didn't go on the TV show
to talk about us.
Despite her fears,
my grandma Inés went to the French embassy
to report the disappearance
of her daughter, Rosario.
But it was pointless.
So, they tried other ways.
We went to a tarot card reader.
And she just told us
that she was fine.
She wasn't trapped anywhere.
She was free,
and she was happy.
My aunt Felisa also went
to see a psychic in Zaragoza,
but got different results.
She told us,
"Your sister's in a very dark place."
That's how the psychic put it.
And I'd said many times to my daughters,
"Something dark?
"Either she's been buried,
"or they have her somewhere,
"for example, in a nursing home."
I don't know.
All his life, my brother had said
that the man who'd left us
at the France Railway Station
was a man named Denís, or Tenís.
- No, no.
- Because at that time,
he was really little and didn't speak well
and said either Denís or Tenís.
- No, I don't know.
- Or Denis.
Okay. And we were wondering
My brother also always said
that it was someone from our family,
or a friend who was always with my father.
When he was He had a friend in Seville
he was very close to.
I don't know if that's him.
They were always together.
They would argue but also hang out.
They fought together. "Let's fight."
- Do you know the man's name?
- No.
- No.
- I knew it, but I can't remember it.
Later, my aunt Manola remembered
my dad's friend's surname.
It was Orgambide.
But she didn't know anything about him,
where he lived, if he was alive or dead.
I have more and more doubts,
and a notebook full of names, dates,
and I start organizing everything
so I can share it
with Carmen, Marie-Caroline,
Sylvi and Montse.
She starts giving us a lot of information.
Everything Elvira gets
she puts in the group.
So everyone on the team,
with the information we've been given,
starts looking for everything. Everything.
The name Rosario Cuetos Cruz?
Okay, let's look for a birth certificate
for Rosario Cuetos Cruz.
Who's going to look for it?
This, that, the other.
Is she dead? Is there a death certificate?
There isn't?
Everyone started looking
using the information she'd given us.
We're figuring it out as we go,
and we keep on looking.
No, Montse and Carmen had said
it was a marathon.
They were right.
Now that we had our parents' names,
we had more opportunity
to access newspaper
and government archives
That's when the volunteers
ended up finding
the article about the officer
who was shot.
"At 2:00 p.m. yesterday,
"a robbery occurred
at the Cádiz Post Office,
"located next to the train station.
"Three masked individuals
entered the post office,
"where, after tying up
and gagging the clerk,
"they stole 100,000 pesetas.
"While all this was happening, an officer,
"Mr. Andrés Barba Baena,
47 years old, married, father of five,
heard people shouting,
and, thinking it was a car theft,
approached the location
just as the robbers were leaving.
They shot him in the shoulder and fled.
I TRIED TO STOP A ROBBERY
After finding the article
about the officer who got shot,
which forced my parents to flee to France,
the next thing we're wondering
is if my parents are dead or alive.
Very grim, but necessary.
If a Spaniard dies in France,
it's reported here
at the Central Registry of Spain.
Okay? So here,
we've looked
in the Central Registry of Spain.
And no, it's not there.
But what if they died
under false identities?
The family told us
that Rosario never used false identities.
So when we looked up
the name Rosario Cuetos Cruz,
there was no death recorded
under that name in France.
As for Ramón, the search was much harder,
as we knew he used multiple identities,
and we didn't know them all.
Officially, they're not dead,
and that's actually
really good news for me.
With the surnames, Marie-Caroline made
what I think was an incredible discovery.
So the family ended up
revealing the parents' names.
The father was Martos Sánchez
The mother's name was more confusing.
We had various versions: Rebollo Cruz,
Bozas Cruz, and Cuetos Cruz.
The last one
rang a bell.
I went back to the birth certificates
that I'd set aside,
which I'd obtained a few weeks earlier,
and I examined them.
I started with Ramons and Elviras.
I knew there were fewer of them
and it'd be much faster.
And I remember it well.
It was late afternoon.
I found a birth certificate.
Elvira Cuetos Cruz, 29 December 1981,
in Paris, in District 18.
Elvira Cuetos Cruz.
I immediately took a photo
and shared it in the WhatsApp group.
I didn't think twice.
Elvira immediately responded,
"Shit, that's me!"
Just imagine, at 40,
finally knowing where she was born,
what day and what time.
It was incredible.
That moment was an amazing moment for me
because it was the first time
I knew when my birthday was.
When they adopted us,
not knowing our actual birthdays,
they decided to celebrate our birthdays
on our patron saints' days.
Shortly after finding my birth certificate
Marie-Caroline found Ramón's
and Ricard's.
We discovered that my brother Ramón
had both my father's and mother's surnames
Martos Cuetos.
My brother Richi and I
only have my mother's,
as if she were single,
which is Cuetos Cruz.
At that point, we couldn't understand why.
At the same time, my family continued
sending us photos they'd found,
and I sent the photos
to the investigation group.
If we could find out
where the photos were taken,
we could narrow it down from there
and find clues
that might give us answers.
There's a series of photos
that are quite similar.
The volunteers focused on different places
to try to understand
where they'd been taken.
You examine everything.
A campsite with bungalows
Well, a vegetation expert told us
when and where
the photo could've been taken.
You see vegetation.
It looks like we're in early spring.
So we called someone
who knows a lot about vegetation,
who said it's typical near Belgium,
in Nord-Pas-de-Calais.
There's a photo that I found
to be particularly significant.
Who is that couple with my parents?
What bar is it? Where is it?
In the photo,
my parents are drinking gin and tonic
with some friends.
So, there's this man who's laughing,
shirt unbuttoned, with a cigar, smoking.
I believe it's Denis.
The person who took us there.
Similar, yes.
Similar. With this aura, so to speak.
It's true, yes.
It was intense, it was Yeah.
The girl, no
I don't know. They look like partners, so
I mean business partners,
who certainly did some
shady deals together.
What do we do? How do we go about
finding a person we've only seen
in a photo?
We have to find out
where the photo was taken.
We noticed that in the photo
where my parents are in a pub
and in the other photos,
where they're in a Jaguar, in the park,
they're dressed exactly the same way.
So we figured those photos had been taken
on the same day.
And in the same place.
If we can find that place,
maybe we can find out which pub it was.
When we turned the photos over, we saw
May 1982 written on the backs
of all of them.
So we made the connection
that some of the photos,
where we are on a rooftop
with our parents
had been developed at the same time
and, possibly, from the same roll.
So they were taken in the same place.
At a certain point,
we have a photo of Elvira
on a balcony in a stroller
with a plastic bag hanging on it.
When we zoomed in to look at the bag
we saw a flag on it.
So we had another clue
pointing to Belgium.
From there, we started looking
along the Belgian coast
to look for something similar.
Keeping in mind
that we had about ten photos
taken from different angles.
I looked for vacation
destinations with bungalows in Belgium.
I looked for that.
Almost immediately,
I found images of the bungalows.
The bungalows were the same,
but the furnishings had changed.
Different curtains. That's normal.
But the structure is exactly the same.
It was two or three in the morning.
I shared that with a member of the group.
I said, "What do you think?"
Because in my joy, I could've been wrong.
He said, "Yes, that's it!"
Then he was the one who found the park
where you can see the kids playing
near the campground.
He told us that the type of structures,
of buildings, that are around this park,
are very similar to an area he knows.
And he sends us a photograph
showing the park as it is today
next to our photo.
And you can clearly see that
this photo was taken
in the town of Middelkerke.
These photos triggered Ramon's memories
about a Ferris wheel.
I found a really big one on a beach
in Belgium.
Then, I remembered
when we all walked there as a family.
What were we doing there?
Were we on vacation?
Was it for my dad's business?
Plus, with my birth certificate,
the volunteers decided to investigate
the street in Paris
where I was supposedly born.
I personally went out
to Rue Pouchet a few months later.
But it proved pointless.
Nobody remembered them.
To me, the most plausible explanation
was that at 87 Rue Pouchet
at that time, there lived a midwife
married to a Spaniard,
and the couple were known for helping
Spaniards fleeing the Franco regime.
So I suppose it was that midwife
who helped Rosario with her pregnancy,
and that's why Rosario gave that address
as her own when Elvira was born.
But it was a lie perfectly explained
by the fact that they were fugitives
who needed to cover their tracks.
I did everything I could with the car,
with the license plates.
I joined Jaguar collectors groups,
talked to Jaguars specialists
Whatever.
We tried using the license plates,
but you can't see them clearly.
You can't see all the numbers
in any photo.
And there are photos where you see,
we strongly believe,
that she put her leg out
to hide the license plate.
They were careful not to show the number
when they sent the photos.
We managed to do the hardest thing,
which was to find my family.
But eight months after going on the radio,
once again I felt like
I was at a dead-end.
We were speaking to my aunts, cousins,
and relatives frequently,
but they still weren't my parents.
And the investigation wasn't yielding
any new results either.
I insisted that Elvira,
sooner or later,
would have to resort to
two completely different sources.
One was the press.
The other was
the police and judicial route.
Finally, she agreed,
and at that point, we began the legal
and police investigation
into the disappearance
of Ramón and Rosario.
The first step was to establish
whether these people
had died or not.
From there,
we did our due diligence.
First, at our jurisdictional level
in Cataluña,
we looked at a series of police databases.
We looked at documents,
ID cards, municipal registries.
We looked at hospitals, healthcare records
and we saw that we basically had no clues
that would lead us to believe
that they were alive.
From there, we started a second phase,
where we concentrated on France.
In my experience
with disappearances over all these years,
I believed we were looking
at a forced disappearance.
I mean, after a certain event,
these people, due to fear, or threats,
felt obliged to disappear.
And that's why the children were abandoned
at the France Railway Station
The Mossos d'Esquadra called
to ask me for a DNA sample
to run through a database
to see if there was a match.
They also warned me that the police route
could be very long and very slow.
I spoke to the media.
First, they published
an article in Le Parisien,
in France.
The mystery behind these
three Spanish citizens
points to Paris.
Then in the UK in The Guardian.
And the journalist, Giles Tremlett,
helped me investigate.
Investigating a disappearance
is always hard.
Especially, when a long time has passed.
But we put together an investigative team,
and they focused on
looking at every detail,
and especially on trying to find
Elvira's father's best friend
from Seville.
Miguel Álvarez Orgambide.
It turned out that Miguel Orgambide
and Elvira's father
were part of a gang of thieves
from Andalucía
known as "The Gold Thieves".
Looking at documents,
judgments and records,
and talking to police sources,
we managed to get an address
for Miguel Álvarez Orgambide in Seville.
For me, it was amazing
to meet a friend of my father's
who grew up with him,
and who was part of a gang of thieves.
Hi. How are you? How's it going?
I'm looking for Miguel.
- Number seven.
- Miguel?
Miguel Álvarez.
No, Miguel left at least two years ago.
- Oh, no, and where is he now?
- He left with his brother.
His brother died
and he has the apartment to himself now.
Can you give me the address, please?
Do you know what happened to my father?