01x08 - May 1, 2017

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EPISODE 8 - MAY 1ST 2017

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- Is your mother still on a diet?

- Yeah.

She'll eat three times as much.

Mama, can you hear me?

I'm in a parking lot.

Reception isn't very good here.

Hello?

Hey, silly pants.

I got some coupons for PortAventura

at the supermarket,

and I was thinking that

once that thing is done,

we can go there some weekend.

Let me know what you think.

How did you

come across this message?

Well, it's, in fact, a voice message

we found as "sent" in Rosa's cell phone.

It had been deleted,

so it was hard to recover.

Who was it addressed to?

And who is "silly pants"?

From previous messages,

we know she used that term

to address Mr. Albert López, and only him.

- What day was it sent?

- April 30th.

Just one day before Pedro's death,

Rosa proposed to Albert

to go to an amusement park.

Of course, "once that thing is done."

When she says, "Once that thing is done,"

could she be referring to k*lling Pedro?

It's possible.

Ms. Rosa felt like

having fun on a rollercoaster

right after k*lling her partner.

For them, Pedro was just

an obstacle, a nuisance.

Nothing.

Pedro sent a message to his in-laws

that same day, didn't he?

Yes.

The message you're going to hear was sent

while his death was being arranged

hours before his execution

on May 1st, 2017.

Hey, Juan, how are you?

Your daughter and I wanted to invite you

two to spend the day at La Torre tomorrow.

Have some chicken. Have a good time, huh?

Supposed to be good weather.

Good morning, hmm?

Good morning!

Is it nice out?

Very nice.

Great.

- Let's get moving. Come on.

- Hm No!

We have plans with your parents.

Want breakfast?

- Stop that! Enough, okay?

- Hmm?

Pedro, I'm asking you. Please stop.

- I spy

- What do you spy?

Hey, where's the gazpacho?

A little something

beginning with the letter S.

Where's the gazpacho?

Wasn't it for me?

For God's sake. Did you drink it, Pedro?

- Steering wheel!

- Right! We can buy some on the way.

No. We can't buy some on the way.

We're running late.

My turn, Pedro.

We've already got everything.

- I said no!

- I spy

We'll make a stop and buy some.

- We're not stopping. We're late!

- I spy

Okay, Sofía! That's enough, huh?

Enough. Stop playing, okay?

Come on. Get out.

- No, Mom! Let me go!

- I said get out!

Get out of the car. That's enough!

Okay, that's it. I'm not going.

Call your parents.

- What?

- It's not about Sofía or the gazpacho.

You just can't stand me!

"I'm sick of doors being slammed."

"What else do I have to do

for you to trust me?"

It's an earlier message

from Rosa to Pedro.

And it isn't the only one.

But weren't they the perfect couple?

When we recovered the deleted

conversations from their cell phones,

we noticed a recurring pattern

of a toxic relationship between them.

Until the end?

They had developed a sort of truce

prior to the crime.

Because Rosa didn't want

to arouse suspicion

about what she was planning to do.

Pedro!

Sorry.

- I'm a bit stressed out.

- Yeah.

I'm late this month.

It might be just that, okay?

Oh sh*t.

Not a word to my parents, huh?

Or Sofía. Please, Pedro.

Come on, Sofía!

Come and get that, uh, that rake.

- Look. Oh man.

- You have to help pile the leaves.

- Okay.

- Like this, you see?

I think it's all been a bit neglected.

Mama, he's been unwell.

What did you expect?

I hope you get it together.

I see you're both a bit I dunno.

A bit what?

I'm going back to work, you know?

Very soon.

And don't worry.

Pedro will be reinstated any day now.

What?

Did I say anything?

I don't know. You're giving me

that uncomfortable look.

Hmm. I don't know, honey. It's just that,

at first, you looked happier,

and so did he.

Things are getting better, Mama.

- Hmm.

- Yes.

We went to a clinic on Tuesday.

Oh. I thought you weren't

considering that anymore.

No.

We're gonna give you a cuddle bunny

so adorable you can't even imagine.

Children fix it all.

Oh.

This is just me talking,

but over there, I picture a veggie patch.

- Oh, yeah?

- Sure!

What do you think?

- Me?

- Mm-hmm.

As long as you tend to it

All right, all right.

I always told her father that

if he raised her like a princess,

she'd end up on the throne.

- Don't exaggerate.

- Well, well, well.

Oh, but I'll tell you something.

I picture one of those wooden hot tubs.

- The ones with the lights all around?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay. A hot tub. And what else?

- Don't limit yourself, Your Majesty.

- "Your majesty."

I dunno. Maybe something for your son.

Yes, of course.

Your son certainly

enjoys all of that stuff too.

Absolutely. Of course he does.

Sure. I had thought about, um

Sofía isn't gonna like it.

But a slide or a trampoline.

- I do like all that!

- No way. Do you really?

You do. Right, honey? Tell her.

So, you like all that?

- Yeah.

- That's what I thought.

WONDERFUL FAMILY DAY AT RODA DE BARÁ!

ENJOYING LIFE WITH THE FAMILY.

Many photos were actually

taken throughout the day.

And Rosa posted them

on all her social media profiles.

With what intention?

It's difficult to determine

what the intentions were.

They were photos of a happy family

that Rosa could use

in her defense in the future

so that she wouldn't be accused

of the m*rder she committed hours later.

I want more days like this.

With no arguments.

I want us to stop being

angry at each other.

Hey, and if it turns out you are

you'll have to stay on leave, won't you?

No, babe. Come on.

I need to get back to work.

Right.

But it's dangerous, you know?

- I mean

- Yeah, well, Pedro, but

I can't afford not to work.

Why not?

You wouldn't know how to be rich?

Yeah, rich.

What's the matter?

Huh? What's the matter?

Nothing.

No. Something's up. Something's up.

- Tell me. What is it?

- Nothing.

Come on, say it. What's on your mind?

- Hmm?

- What's on your mind?

- Wanna know what's on my mind?

- Yes.

Well, if I don't work, no one else will.

- Give me a break, Rosa. Come off it.

- What?

- Come off it.

- What?

What? You think I like

lounging on the sofa all f*cking day?

I don't know.

Huh? You think it was my fault

I got suspended?

Yes, it was your fault, Pedro.

- Come on!

- It was.

- It's your fault you beat that kid.

- Come on!

You lose control so easily

and end up reacting like a f*cking nut!

Then it's, "I'm sorry,"

and a lot of bullshit,

but that's not good enough!

Rosa, I beat him up

because you were driving me nuts!

- What?

- Because you were driving me f*cking nuts!

- g*dd*mn it!

- That's amazing, dude.

Amazing. Of course it's my fault now.

Seriously? You are 40 f*cking years old!

Okay? Okay? Grow the f*ck up!

You're so eager to go back to work.

So eager, huh? Why?

Do you miss Albert?

Huh? Do you miss Albert?

That night, just before 10:00,

Rosa called Albert from the cell phone

she'd been using to talk to him for years,

the device with the pink case.

We don't know what

they said to each other.

- What is it?

- It has to be today.

- What do you mean?

- I can't stand it, Albert.

Okay, but why tonight?

Does he know? Did he hurt you?

Rosa.

Rosa?

Rosa!

Rosa, say something!

I can't take it anymore.

I swear I can't, for God's sake.

Fine, we'll do it tonight.

But the question is, how?

I'll give him the pills.

Yeah, give him enough.

I mean, to knock him out.

Okay. I'll do it at dinner.

When should I head over?

I don't know.

Late so the neighbors don't see you.

Like at 1:00?

- No, later. 2:00.

- Okay, fine, I'll be there at 2:00.

- Uh, if anything happens, call me.

- Okay.

If he wakes up or whatever, okay?

But not to this phone.

I'm activating the other one.

But I don't have that number though.

I'll call and hang up.

Okay.

Everything will be fine.

Okay.

- See you later.

- See you later.

A few days earlier,

Albert purchased a brand-new device,

a replica of his usual cell phone,

and a prepaid card from a Chinese company

that took three years for us

to disclose the activity on that line.

It turned out that number

had only been used once.

While searching the house, we were

unsuccessful in finding Pedro's medication

despite the fact that his ex-wife, Silvia,

maintained he always had them with him.

MISSED CALL

Sweetie?

Thought you were exhausted.

Let me see.

What's wrong?

Hmm?

I can't sleep.

You can't sleep?

Well, let's think about

something nice, then.

Then you'll dream of that, hmm?

What is it?

- A puppy.

- A puppy?

A little puppy I can play with

at Pedro's cool house.

Okay.

Although we can also play

in the yard here, sweetie.

It's my dream, Mom.

Okay, my love.

All right. It's time

to close your eyes, okay?

We believe Pedro was,

in fact, drugged

to allow the events of the m*rder

to occur more efficiently.

He was a strong man.

And neither Rosa nor Albert showed signs

of physical injury after the crime.

Are you gonna watch TV?

Hm? No.

I'm really tired.

They're back, huh?

Who?

You know, the mice.

Any mice there?

We never really understood why

Albert took his personal phone to Rosa's

when he had an additional device.

We believe that it was a mistake.

Thanks to that, we found out that

in the early hours of May 2nd,

Albert left his house in Badalona and went

straight to Rosa's house in Cubelles.

Rosa.

I feel amazing.

Go to sleep.

Do you love me?

Of course.

I love you too.

How was Pedro m*rder*d?

We do not know.

His remains were nothing more than ashes.

Forensic work was almost impossible.

If he had not had a plate

and some numbered screws in his back,

we wouldn't have been able

to identify him.

That's why they decided to burn him.

To not leave evidence.

To hinder the investigation.

But they made mistakes.

DNA tests actually proved

that it was Pedro's blood.

How could it possibly get on the lamp?

The blood pattern indicated

that the victim was more than likely

struck with a blunt object.

While he was sleeping

on his couch?

We suppose so.

- Where's his car?

- On the street.

Let's go.

Leave it.

Careful.

Don't make any noise.

Mama?

Come on. Fix your breakfast, honey.

Mommy's got things to do.

"Sofía said she could

hardly sleep that same night."

"She heard noises, screams, loud bangs,

and she saw her mother covered in blood."

Excuse me. What's that, Your Honor?

It's the statement

of her ex-husband, Javier Guerrero,

and his new partner, Carmen Pujol.

Your Honor, this is unacceptable.

He's attributing words to a minor

that constitutes a serious accusation

against her mother.

I request that this statement

not be taken into account.

Sustained.

What is it, lovebug?

Don't you feel like sleeping

at your grandparent's house?

Hmm?

Mom, where's Pedro?

He's upset.

It's normal grownup stuff, sweetie.

He'll get over it.

Hey, you. Promise me that tonight,

when you go to bed,

you'll think about nice things.

Cutie.

According to your report,

Rosa impersonated Pedro

to give the impression

that he was still alive.

Who did she write to?

Hi, Néstor.

What's up? Pedro's in the shower.

To Néstor, his best friend, apologizing

for not being able to return his call.

She also apologized to Pedro's ex, Silvia,

for not being able to pick their child up.

- Anybody else?

- His mechanic, sir.

NAVARRO REPAIR SHOP

I can never get

a hold of you, Pedro.

Today is May 2nd, and we agreed

you'd actually pay me in April.

Um, if you want me to keep things

copacetic and all, well, you know.

I'm here until 1:30.

NAVARRO REPAIR SHOP

Rosa would later tell us

that Pedro left the house mad at her.

That he might've dropped by the mechanic's

to pay the 40 euros he owed.

And Pedro's phone

does show a record of that visit.

Then it was turned off.

We believe it was Rosa

who was carrying the phone

and that she had to go back home.

As for Albert, on May 2nd,

he was much more careful.

He left his phone at home.

In theory, he did not leave Badalona,

but the surveillance footage,

in fact, proved otherwise.

Everything okay?

Fine. I think.

- What's the matter?

- Hmm?

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm tired, and I need to sleep.

That's normal,

but everything's okay, right?

Honey!

Lock it from inside.

- Hello.

- Honey!

Sofía says that

you didn't pack her unicorn.

I told you.

Never mind. Go get it.

But I don't wanna go alone.

Okay. Let's go. What's up with her today?

She's a bag of nerves.

What's the matter, Sofía?

Hey, haven't you looked

at the photos I sent you?

- Which ones?

- These, from the other day.

At first, Rosa's father said

he had seen Pedro that afternoon.

- Bye, Mama.

- Bye, hon!

He later admitted

to having lied at Rosa's request.

Want some?

Pedro, my darling. Where are you?

I know what we've said to each other

and that everything is way harder than

it seemed at the beginning, but

when are you coming back?

I really miss you.

Pedro's phone reappears

after 11:00 p.m.

in the vicinity

of Javier Guerrero's house,

Rosa's ex-husband.

From that location,

its last message is sent.

And I miss you.

I don't want to tell you more

to keep you out of it,

but I really need time.

They wanted to make it look

like Pedro and Mr. Javier Guerrero argued

and that confrontation

would end with a m*rder.

They really did have confrontations.

There had been tension and complaints

between both parties.

He was the perfect scapegoat.

Where did their plan go awry?

That night, Rosa's ex-husband

was not at his home,

and he was able to prove it.

FOIX RESERVOIR

They left Pedro's car

and his corpse burning at Foix Reservoir.

It burned for hours

until the fire died down.

The burnt car was first spotted

on May 3rd, but it actually

wasn't until late on May 4th

that a passerby called in to report it.

And that same night,

we started our investigation.

Thank you very much

for your work, Ms. Varona.

And for testifying about it here today.

I guess your lawyer

has recommended you accept this visit,

but you preferred not to.

You're putting on quite a show.

I don't know if you've realized.

Nobody believes you. It's a mockery.

I just don't get it. I don't.

I can't understand how

you dare to do this with

with a death on your hands. God.

Do you really feel no guilt?

It must t*rture you, right?

Even if you don't say it.

But when you're alone in your cell,

or when you're asleep,

I mean, can you sleep?

Don't you have nightmares?

Please tell the truth, Rosa. I beg you.

Do it for everyone.

At least for us, it would be

I don't know, less cruel.

Do it for your daughter.

Think about her.

Please be honest.

Ask for forgiveness, even to her.

Do the right thing for once.

Unless you wanna

lose her forever, of course.

With Pedro's death, the accused

sought to seal a macabre pact of love.

They had let each other down

in the past, and this time,

the commitment would be forever.

In the process, this allowed Mr. López

to unleash his vengeful anger

on Mr. Rodríguez.

He had stolen his girl in front of

his coworkers. He had been humiliated.

He would not rest

until getting rid of Pedro.

Ms. Peral wanted to get Pedro

out of the way as well.

If I express myself like that, I'm sorry,

but that's how cold

they were about all of it.

Rosa had come to the conclusion

that she was moving too fast with Pedro

and that she missed Mr. López.

On the other hand,

by getting rid of Pedro, she got it all.

Victim status, her freedom back,

and exemption from all responsibility.

On top of that,

she put her ex-husband in jail,

thus separating him from their daughter,

over whom they were in dispute.

Peaches and cream.

Even so, it's hard to understand

what they did.

In fact, that's the reason

you're sitting here

and they're sitting there.

Mr. López,

you're entitled to a final statement.

I'd like to reiterate my innocence

in everything related to

Pedro Rodríguez's death.

May he rest in peace. I mean,

I'm sorry, although we weren't friends.

And to add that

I had nothing to do with it.

I'm here because I was a puppet.

Nothing more and nothing less,

Your Honors. Thank you very much.

Your turn, Ms. Peral.

Rosa. Rosa!

Stay calm.

Don't forget anything

about Pedro, about Sofía.

The handkerchief.

I want justice

and Albert to pay for his actions.

Thank you.

"Let the jury declare

if Albert López Ferrer is guilty

with a minimum of seven votes,

or not guilty,

with a minimum of five votes

of the facts declared proven,

m*rder with premeditation."

Now, votes in favor of guilt,

seven.

Votes against,

two.

Guilty.

"Let the jury declare

if Rosa Maria Peral Viñuela

is guilty with a minimum of seven votes,

or not guilty with a minimum of five votes

of the facts also declared proven,

m*rder with premeditation."

Now, votes in favor of guilt,

eight.

Votes against, one.

Guilty.

Court is adjourned.

Congratulations.

What?

I find it hard

to celebrate this kind of thing.

Well, you should.

Detective.

- You did a great job.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Really, thank you so much.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye.

I'm just saying there are nuances.

What matters is

they're going to jail, not the nuances.

Perhaps.

That's why you have a hit podcast,

you know? And I don't.

Unbelievable.

Just forget it.

Varona.

See you around.

You will.

The court in Barcelona has sentenced

Rosa Peral to 25 years in prison

and Albert López to 20 years

for the m*rder of Pedro Rodríguez,

formerly an agent

of the Barcelona police force.

The jury declared the two accused guilty

under the charge of m*rder

with premeditated malice,

with eight votes in favor

and one against in the case of Rosa Peral,

and seven votes in favor and two against

in the case of Albert López.

The accused must now assume

the legal expenses of the trial

in addition to compensation

of 885,000 euros to the victim's family,

as it has been reported.

The trial has consisted of 26 sessions

and thus signals the cl*max

of one of the most discussed

and debated criminal cases

in recent memory.

It's him.

I'm going inside.

You must be happy.

She's the mother of my child, Rosamari.

Why would I be happy?

Is she ready yet?

Sofía!

Sofía! Oh my God!

Wow, you are so beautiful.

You look so pretty!

I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so happy.

You look totally different.

Why, you are so beautiful.

Who dresses you like that?

I do.

Of course.

Of course. Silly me.

Won't you say anything?

What do you want me to say?

I don't know. Well, at school,

I know you're doing very well.

Have you seen me on TV?

I'm not allowed to watch TV

when you come on.

Of course.

And you don't have a cell phone?

I think if you ask Gramps

for a cell phone,

he'll give it to you for sure.

And we can talk, then.

Are you happy at school, hon?

Yeah.

They talk about me?

Sure.

Sofía.

People are f*cked up.

You have to protect yourself.

But I love you

more than anything in this world.

You know that, right?

More than my own life.

So, why didn't you wanna see me?

Because I was a bit embarrassed

for you to see me here.

And now?

I promise you

that we'll be together very soon.

Okay?

The trial was a disaster,

but my lawyer's gonna appeal,

and they'll review it.

I'll get out, and we'll be together again.

I promise you.

The Supreme Court dismissed the appeals

of Albert López and Rosa Peral,

thereby confirming their sentences

of 20 and 25 years respectively

for the first-degree m*rder

of Pedro Rodríguez.

An additional five-year sentence

was given to Rosa Peral

due to her relationship with the victim.

She will serve out her sentence by 2042,

at which time she will be 61 years old.