Salvador (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

1
[tense music playing]
[music fades]
[woman on TV] A Jeep has driven into
a bus stop in the Salamanca district
in what appears to be
an additional confrontation
between rival extremist groups
in the streets of Madrid.
Despite the gravity of the images,
no injuries have been reported
at this time.
Staying in Madrid, these shocking images
have emerged from Barajas airport.
This afternoon, members of
the neo-Nazi group, White Souls,
arrived at the airport,
alongside the father of late member,
Milena Aguirre, the young woman
who was recently murdered.
Despite bans laid out by the authorities,
the father attempted
to travel to Marseille
with other members
of the violent fascist group,
intent on avenging his daughter's death.
Following a difficult struggle
with officers,
the police were able
to restrain the father,
who was assaulting
and threatening an innocent Arab tourist.
Man, who the hell are you?
And here you can see
some of the unsettling images
captured by other passengers
who happened to be traveling
out of Barajas that day.
[exhales]
[knocking on door]
[woman] Salvador?
[Salvador] What's up?
All of us have talked about it,
and… we want you to leave.
We don't want any racists in this house.
Okay.
Yeah, tomorrow I'll be gone.
If there's nothing else,
I'm exhausted. I need to knock out.
You gotta go now.
Now?
[somber music rises]
[Milena, echoing] Papa.
[waves crashing]
[music becomes unsettling]
[machine dings]
[slot machines whirring]
[Milena echoing] Salva the Savior.
[warped] What about your daughter?
[echoing] I wished it had been you…
instead of Mom.
-[music ends]
-[door opens]
-Salvador?
-[sighs]
They assigned us this one, right?
Mm… Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, I'm sorry. I'll go.
I apologize. I didn't touch anything.
No worries, all good.
What are you standing around for?
-C'mon, let's go, chop, chop! Move it!
-[man] Come on.
-What are you doing here?
-Huh? Nothing.
Come with me, now.
No, don't stop. It'll look worse.
Don't look back, dammit. Seriously! Shit.
Don't fucking tell me
that you slept in the ambulance, huh?
It's just, I, uh…
Well, I lost the house keys.
Your keys, man?
I'm sure you lost your mind.
[man on TV] We interrupt this program
to announce that Officer Turrion's widow
has just called a press conference
to make a public statement.
We'll follow her live.
I don't say this to place the blame.
I just… I need to say
what I heard from my husband,
and he very clearly witnessed that it…
it was a young Arab man
who threw the cocktail.
And… I hope that he's brought to justice.
I don't believe it.
Come on, they're lying!
-The system cannot fail him now.
-[Adolfo] Jesus, they're so manipulative.
Wherever he is, I think Abel deserves…
to rest in peace, knowing that…
that his murderer…
will indeed pay for his actions.
I hope his death serves to somehow make
sure these events will never occur again.
We should unite against those
who would seek to divide us,
turn us against each other,
and even take our lives from us.
We were there,
we saw the whole thing go down.
-[Alejandro] Thank you, Rosa.
-They don't care about the truth.
Abel, he was a public servant.
He didn't make any distinctions between
our citizens and visitors in our country.
[Martín] Unbelievable.
And, sadly,
whose kindness cost him his life.
And she's who everyone will trust.
[Andújar] Of course they will.
They trust who they want to trust.
You're aware this was an inside job.
You know who did it. And why.
-No, I don't know anything.
-Oh jeez, Jose.
Seriously. Come on, please.
Look, if you were a rookie,
I would understand, Sonia.
And what about justice?
You know justice doesn't exist.
It's policing 101,
and it's living 101, at that, dear.
This is me.
[intriguing music playing]
THE GARDEN CHILDREN'S HOME
-[Martín] Hello, Carmen.
-Hello.
What happened?
[Carmen] I'm giving you a heads-up
because there are special circumstances.
We just got foster parents
lined up for Ana.
-No.
-Yes.
-No way, you can't.
-This is…
It's just taking too much time now.
The kid's been here, like,
six months already. Institutionalized.
And I just think
that little girl deserves a chance.
And Julia doesn't?
-You know she's a great mother, Carmen.
-Hmm.
And being with her kid is all she wants.
It's the only thing she cares about.
Today, Julia and Ana have
a visit scheduled.
[scoffs] Yeah.
That's not gonna happen today.
Please, Carmen.
[music fades]
I can't do it, Nacho, seriously.
I've gotta go see Ana.
So then bring her with us.
Okay? We'll just check the place out.
It'll be quick, and I can get to know her.
[Israel] Nacho! Check it out.
[woman on TV] Officer Turrión's widow
has turned the investigation on its head
by turning the spotlight over to
Marseille fans of North African descent.
While also ruling out the involvement
of the White Souls…
[Israel] Hell yeah! That's what's up!
Look, look, look! It's Tibu! It's Tibu!
As a result, the current suspect,
Jorge Hidalgo Extremera,
alias Tibu, has officially been released,
all charges having been dropped.
-The police haven't ruled out domestic…
-[Mateo] That's right!
-[Israel laughing]
-[Mateo] Hell yeah! [laughing]
-[TV continues indistinctly]
-[bell rattles]
[Israel] Oh, Nacho, look! [laughs]
-[applause]
-[Israel] Fucker!
[chanting] Tibu! Tibu! Tibu!
Tibu! Tibu! Tibu! Tibu! Tibu!
-[Mateo laughs] Bravo! Well done!
-[Israel] Tibu!
[chanting continues] Tibu! Tibu! Tibu!
-White Souls! White Souls!
-[group join in] White Souls!
-White Souls! White Souls! White Souls!
-Quiet down! Shut your ass and listen!
[tense music playing]
The officer's widow made a statement
that's all over every news outlet.
Arabs killed
that police officer, all right?
-Is that clear? This is good for us, yes?
-[all agreeing]
Perfect. Great.
Now we only have one enemy. Only one.
And now we have a huge opportunity.
Because Milena was killed by Arabs,
and the White Souls don't forgive,
and we don't forget.
-Right?
-[man] Fuck yeah!
Don't forget that we still haven't given
Milena the tribute she deserves.
Nor can we forget the fact
that all of us got attacked in this!
As usual, man! It's always the same shit!
Let's fucking, go!
-No! Listen, nobody moves yet. We clear?
-[overlapping encouragement]
-All right then, when?
-When I say so!
Listen, nephew,
I know you cared about Milena,
and we're with you on that, right?
-[group] Yeah.
-That starts with me. You know that.
But right now,
we have to honor Milena's name,
and her Spanish father,
whose kid was taken away too soon!
Now is the time
for everyone to finally learn
that some fucking Arab piece of shit
murdered a child of this country!
That's what's up.
Those Arabs killed that mounted officer.
And it was Arabs who killed Milena.
So we're gonna go put our Milena
in her rightful place, right?
Yes, sir!
We're not safe in these streets!
There's trash everywhere!
An endless line of Arab murderers!
-Yeah, there is! Yes, it is!
-It's time to clean up Spain!
Yes, it is!
[indistinct motivational chatter]
[music intensifies]
-[Israel] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
-[Israel] White Souls!
-[group] White Souls!
Don't ever contradict me again
in public. Hmm?
You and I know
it wasn't the Arabs who did it.
Just remember, there's no one more hated
than he who speaks the truth.
Let's go! How about some fucking beers?
-[man 1] Fuck yeah!
-[man 2 chanting] Max! Max! Max! Max!
[group] Max! Max! Max! Max!
Max! Max! Max! Max! Max!
[music swells]
[music becomes ominous]
[mouse clicking]
TWO SPANIARDS SLAIN BY ARABS
POS
#JUSTICEFORMILENA
#JUSTICEFORABEL
NOTIFICATIONS
A SPANISH FATHER
WHO LOST HIS DAUGHTER
[indistinct shouting]
#TERRORISTS
#MURDERERS
#RAPISTS
NEVER AGAIN
THIS HAS TO CHANGE
[notifications beeping rapidly]
-[music fades]
-[phone vibrating]
Hey, Carla.
[Carla] I didn't think you'd answer.
Listen, I'm sure
you don't want to talk about it, but…
when you left the airport,
you seemed really off.
Cuscús is police.
He was undercover. You lied to me.
Uh-huh, and you heard that
from the police, right?
That's the problem. It's all a lie.
All of you just keep lying.
I haven't lied to you.
Listen to me,
I've got no interest in trying to accept
what either of you are saying.
The truth is what I want.
The truth,
and then I'd like to get some rest.
I'm calling because I know
a business owner who really wants to help.
Is he one of your ultras?
You won't lose anything for listening.
Can I explain it over dinner?
Okay.
[man on TV] The family has received
an outpouring of messages of support
and demands for justice.
The hashtag, "Justice For Abel,"
is trending on social media.
In other news,
following three months of investigation,
the police has still been unable
to locate businessman,
José Luis Velasco.
-The one from the other day.
-Are they all here?
-Yep. There's a finger on the lens here--
-Ignacio.
Congrats to your brother.
He did a great job with
our colleague's widow, that's for sure.
What did you say?
Pretty sure you heard me the first time.
You got something to report,
then you know where and how to do that.
You know what, Ignacio?
I'm an officer.
And I know it's not smart
reporting other officers.
Be careful what you say.
I will bust you, Ignacio.
You and your brother.
And the White Souls.
And all the other fucking "patriots"
who are destroying our country's name.
-[tense music playing]
-Hey!
Gonna hit me? Huh?
You know, no one can stand you.
That's why all of us will win.
What are you looking at, dipshit?
I don't know whose side you're on,
but I'm warning you,
hers is the wrong one.
Such a fucking piece of shit.
[Andújar] Hey.
Don't stress it.
[music becomes somber]
-[woman] Yes, those are bad, honey.
-You like it?
[woman] Come on, eat.
[Ana] She's staring at your tattoos.
She says she doesn't like 'em.
Well, if little Fatima doesn't like 'em,
she might wanna stop staring.
Eat your mandarin, Ana.
You've been holding it for half an hour.
Why'd you have them put
the number eighteen on you?
Well, because one is for the
first letter of the alphabet.
-Which is…?
-[Ana] It's A.
-[Julia] Very good, it's A.
-[Ana] And what's eight?
That is for the eighth letter
of the alphabet.
Can you tell me what the eighth letter is?
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H…
It's H.
Very good. A and H.
And those are the initials
of a man who was very important.
Who's the man?
Adolf Hitler. Have you heard of him?
No, who's that?
He was a soldier in Germany
who defended other people similar to us.
You mean who got separated like us?
Sure, that as well.
People who got separated, yeah.
And it works for one more name too.
-Yeah, what name is that?
-The A and the H…
Ana Herrero.
Those are my initials, for my name.
Uh-huh.
[inhales] Yeah… I, uh…
I actually got it for both of you, so…
No, you're telling me a lie.
-[scoffs]
-You didn't realize it until I said it.
That was the truth. I'm telling you, brat.
It's for the two of you!
-Pinocchio nose! Pinocchio nose!
-You're the Pinocchio.
Come on, eat your mandarin, kiddo.
Pinocchio nose…
What's up, Detective? It couldn't wait?
No, it couldn't.
You're messing around, Julia.
You say one thing
and then later, you say another.
But that's done now, all right?
You know, you're being a real drama queen.
[phone unlocking]
I want to hear everything you know
about the disappearance of this guy.
Velasco.
I know it was you guys.
And so do you.
I suggest that you knock off the bad jokes
and bullshit right now.
You've got way more to lose than me now.
Why?
You were planning on spending
the weekend with her?
"Were"?
They assigned her to a family today.
She'll be in foster care for the weekend.
-No, Martín, my daughter! You said--
-This is protocol, Julia.
-I did everything to get it postponed.
-You're such a fucking bitch!
[tense music playing]
You touch me again, you'll never have
the chance to visit. We clear?
How does it even matter
if they're taking her anyway?
Back off! Don't move!
[Julia panting]
Please. Will you look at your state?
Your daughter requires stability, Christ!
Now the only way you're gonna get
her back is to start talking.
And it had better be good.
Nicolás Dávila.
-Nicolás Dávila, the business owner?
-Yes.
Nacho said he and the guy in the photo
had a scrapyard they owned together.
And then Dávila got upset
because Velasco started stealing.
Get outta here. Go.
-[fist thuds]
-[Julia grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[music fades]
LOVE MADRID
OUR HOMELAND IS WORTH DEFENDING
Hey.
Uh…
[footsteps approaching]
[panicked breathing]
Have you seen Nacho?
Hey, Julia.
Hey. Wait, wait, wait. You all right?
-I'm looking for Nacho.
-I haven't seen him. What's wrong?
Hey, hey.
Deep breaths, okay? What happened?
My daughter, they're taking her.
-[panicked breathing]
-Come here. Sit down.
Okay, we've gotta come up with a solution.
What happened to her?
[inhales deeply]
She hasn't lived with me in months.
She's been at a center.
But now that's done.
She's being sent to a family
who's gonna foster her.
But there has to be
some other alternative, right?
Like, couldn't… couldn't…
I don't know, your family take her in
for a little while?
My family is here.
I have no parents.
Julia, you told me that you did.
I said I don't have any parents.
Let it go.
[sighs]
It's all her fault. That bitch Martín.
Mar… Martín, the officer?
[intriguing music playing]
Yeah, she's been watching.
Who knows what
she's already said about me…
So, hey… do you…
Do you know if Milena was giving
information to the police?
Huh?
No.
That's ridiculous.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's ridiculous.
I've gotta head in to work.
[dark music playing]
Did we need to meet here?
No one else is showing up.
There is no meeting.
But I didn't want anybody at the station
saying we were coming.
I have info on José Luis Velasco.
I think right here,
in this scrapyard, is where he went.
-And is Chief Dorado aware of this?
-Well, I'm sure.
I think that's why the investigation's
been dragged out for so long.
Dorado is protecting the killers.
Fine, but there's no proof
that Velasco's really dead.
Jose. [sighs]
This scrapyard is the property
of Velasco and another guy.
-His partner, you know who it is?
-No.
Nicolás Dávila.
Dávila's part of
every conspiracy in Spain.
But he pays well, so his name stays clean.
But he's the guy.
Martín, this is way too big for us.
Get out of here, please? Hmm?
If you don't want to come,
you can wait here.
Martín. Mar…
-Good afternoon.
-Afternoon. Police.
Ah… Right on.
Great. Well, if you need help
with anything, we're here.
Well, all right. Listen,
I'm investigating the disappearance
of the owner of the scrapyard.
-Oh.
-José Luis Velasco?
Yeah, we, uh…
really haven't seen him in a while.
But his car is still waiting here.
-His car is here?
-Mm-hmm.
And that's not unusual?
Well, I mean, he must've come in his car,
and then left in another.
Tons of cars around here. [chuckles]
-May I have a look?
-Oh yes, of course.
Just… walk up to aisle five over there.
At the very end, it's a left turn.
-Would you come with me?
-No, I'm sorry.
I've got a lot of work to do.
It's a Porsche and it's next to the wall.
It's a black one.
All right. Thank you, sir.
[tense music playing]
[music becomes suspenseful]
[gun cocking]
[panting]
[music fades]
EMS STATION
[Salvador] What's up?
[inaudible chatter]
Hey, are you still in touch with
that guy who works at the university?
Yeah, that guy.
You think
he could possibly get me an address?
Okay. All right,
I'll send over all the info right now.
Hey, Marjane.
Why are you here?
Well, I came to get my suitcase.
I have to get changed over here.
Uh… my roommates kicked me out 'cause of…
They're immigrants, you know.
It's kinda funny
depending on how you look at it.
Please stay with us, Salva? Come on.
No, no, no, no. no.
[gentle music playing]
No, I'll go to a hotel, or… something.
I gotta get a grip,
I've been lost for days.
And I dragged everyone into it.
And, uh…
now it's time that I find a way out.
It's just that I always thought
that people could solve anything
by talking things over.
But I see you can't.
And the words, they just… they don't…
they won't do anything
for the hate I've got.
I hate that no one ever tells the truth,
and that everyone keeps telling me
to get over it and stop being a nuisance,
because now that's all I do.
And you know the worst part?
It's how much
I actually hate myself more than ever.
I know that it was me
that was in the wrong, and now…
there's no way
I'm ever gonna bring Milena back.
It's a hatred that no one can understand.
-Come to our house.
-No.
No, I gotta… I gotta get balanced
and back on my feet alone.
Thanks a lot.
[door buzzing, opening]
[music fades]
-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.
I'm looking for
the parents of Julia Ruiz de Azúa.
I'm her father. What happened to her?
Well, a couple months ago,
she lost custody of your granddaughter.
And, uh, well, the girl's been staying
in a children's home ever since then.
First I'm hearing it.
Well, the thing is that, uh…
at this point,
the authorities have decided
to turn the girl over to a foster family.
I mean, unless, of course,
anyone in your family
who's a biological relative
can take her in.
And that, I suppose, is us?
You are her grandparents.
The answer is no.
And I'm gonna tell you why not.
Because Julia needs no one else
to step in and solve her problems.
It's time for her to learn
that her actions have consequences.
It's a hard life lesson to learn,
but in the end,
I know it will be better for her.
Yeah, it's just in this case, um…
the one who'll get hurt the most
is a six-year-old.
My daughter is an adult.
She can make her very own choices
and mistakes, clearly.
We gave her anything she wanted.
You did that for her freedom,
or… or was it just easier for you?
Look, Julia was never starved for love.
Her whole life, she had our care.
And we always supported her.
Yeah, not in the way
that she needed it, really.
Did I make mistakes? Maybe.
But Julia has never ignored any chance
to make me feel guilty about everything
that happened to her. Not one!
She's not a fan of me or her mother,
and that's fine.
Because I'm no fan of hers.
All right, but she's still your daughter,
and you have a duty to assist her.
Oh, do I?
I had a child because I wanted her
to live her life, not to ruin mine.
Maybe it's the other way around.
That's great, really great.
Thank you. Now will you leave me alone?
Afternoon.
[ominous music playing]
WE WON'T FORGET YOU, COMRADE
POS
[artificial voice] Here's something
to make you laugh a little.
-That fucking Uber! My-- No, wait.
-It's a fucking Uber receipt!
[dark laughter]
Fantastic video.
[giggles] ROFL.
[artificial voice cackles]
You just made my fucking day.
That's what that bitch gets. What a slut.
Anyone else think the beta launch
finally popped off?
-Of course.
-Obviously.
Speaking of bitches…
[tense music rising]
I know who killed her.
Who?
[artificial voice] Me.
Seriously, you killed her?
Wasn't it a thing between the ultras?
No.
-How'd it happen?
-At the hospital.
I was in the ER that day too,
and I stabbed her.
You're my hero, you bastard.
Hmm.
I don't believe you. That's a lie.
-What do you mean?
-You didn't kill her.
-What do you know?
-I don't believe you.
Come on, dipshit.
Where's the proof if you did it?
-[bell rattles]
-[music fades]
[Julia] I don't care.
I told you
I can't talk about it over the phone.
It's gotta be in person, dammit.
Look, I don't care what time.
I'll be there at 6:00 a.m.
If I have to get up early, I will.
-[Martín] Okay, in the park at 6:00.
-Okay, fine. What park?
-You know the one by the planetarium?
-Yes. I know the planetarium.
Okay, I'll be there at 6:00.
Don't make me wait, Martín.
You're meeting her?
[footsteps approaching]
I knew it was you.
What right do you have?
What right do you have
to interfere with my life, huh?
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to help you out.
Oh, well, I appreciate it.
Thanks, Salvador.
Because guess what my parents said.
They said to leave them alone.
Great, right?
I never imagined
they were like that, really.
-I told you I didn't have parents.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-I tried.
-Yeah.
With good reason.
And you're right.
Your father's a narcissist
that likes his theories,
but when it's time to act,
he doesn't follow through
or walk the walk.
And it's strange because when we talked…
I saw myself in him, you know.
So you did this for you, then.
You didn't do it for me.
The truth is, I couldn't stop thinking…
there's nothing worse
than having to lose a daughter.
Your father still hasn't realized that.
We do.
I'm not your daughter.
I'm not your father.
[footsteps retreating]
[somber music playing]
[door opens]
[music fades]
Make yourself at home.
[glasses clinking]
That your husband?
Yeah.
-He seems nice.
-He was.
You can be a fascist
and a good guy, you know.
-[Salvador laughs softly]
-[chuckles]
Everyone loved him.
Well, nearly.
And my daughter, did she have a "nearly"?
No, everyone loved her. No "nearly."
She didn't have… beef with anyone at all?
I just said
that everyone loved her, didn't I?
I bought some…
-No. [laughs]
-Why not? It's non-alcoholic.
-No cork. [laughs]
-No.
Isn't it amazing
they make stuff like this?
Uh… I think I prefer water.
-Here we go. You gotta try it.
-No.
-[laughs]
-[Salvador sighs]
[sniffs] Oh, no. No way. I can't.
I'm sorry.
Isn't it a lot better
to regret what you did
and not what you didn't do?
[chuckles softly] Sure.
[gentle string music playing]
Mm.
How was it?
It's not that bad.
[Carla moans softly]
[groans] I can't.
Shit. I'm sorry.
[panting]
[sighs]
Hey.
It's fine.
Good things come to those who wait.
I waited fifteen years.
You weren't with anyone?
Not anyone that deserved it.
And I do?
At first, of course,
I had my reservations.
Because your wife said
a lot of bad things.
But, I mean, you abandoned her,
so what could she say?
I've seen things that I like.
That I like a lot.
And you?
Hmm.
[phone chimes]
Is it work?
No, but I'd better head out.
I can't tell you
who murdered your daughter, but…
but I know someone who
might be able to help.
Nicolás Dávila. He's that businessman.
He'll know if anyone will.
JULIA PLANETARIUM
TODAY 6:00-7:00
[music fades]
[ominous music rises]
Why didn't you tell me
that Milena was a snitch?
That why the White Souls killed her? Huh?
-Hang on, what?
-You don't know?
They planning to murder me, Martín?
-Huh? Should I be worried?
-First, just try to relax, all right?
I don't know anything
about the White Souls being onto you.
Uh-huh.
Who told you this information?
Salvador. It was Salvador.
And you believe it?
[Salvador] What's all this?
Are you fucking kidding?
He came with you?
Wow, you're incredible.
Incredible. You're following me now?
No, not at all. I didn't have to follow.
She been working for you?
-I don't have to explain anything.
-I think you do, actually.
If the White Souls murdered my kid because
they thought she informed the police,
then it means that they really wanted her.
Your daughter never worked with us.
Actually, the White Souls
trusted Milena completely.
Enough that they covered her for a murder.
Huh?
Sorry you had to hear it like this,
but you gave me no other option.
Wait…
Are you saying
that my daughter murdered someone?
I don't know, but she was involved in it.
Which is why I need
any information you have.
I can help you to make sure
her name is cleared.
But I will need information.
It's your call.
I don't know if this helps…
but Carla was telling me
that the only person who could get
a location on Milena's killer
is Nicolás Dávila.
That tracks.
[phone chimes]
ANDÚJAR
LOOK WHAT CYBER CRIME SENT US
[tense music rises]
What's wrong?
I gotta go.
[music fades]
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