Sea of Plastic (Mar de plástico)

ALL FACTS AND CHARACTERS IN THIS SERIES

AS THE TOWN OF CAMPOAMARGO ARE COMPLETELY FICTIONAL

Okay.

You were very lucky.

A little bit to the right and we wouldn't be talking.

You need to rest.

-Don't move. -Thank you.

-You can get in if you want. -Thank you.

-How are you? -I couldn't see his face.

-He shot me in the back. -I told you it wasn't me,

but you already had crucified me.

Everything pointed to you. Do you want me to say sorry?

If you didn't get shot, I would've been locked up for life.

I'm sorry, Salva, you're right.

We picked up the bullet from the room.

Maybe we could find something.

Boris has to be someone we know, someone close.

But then he isn't called Boris anymore.

-He changed his name. -We need a face.

I want to see the security footage from the hospital.

We already asked for them, no one saw anything.

Did you place surveillance in Lourdes' room?

Yes, we did that too. But I don't think he would come back.

Here.

-What are you doing? -We'll speak with her.

She's the only one that's seen his face.

Hello, Lourdes.

When I got shot earlier there was someone in the room.

-Do you know who he was? -Yes.

Who?

Yes.

It was Boris. Do you remember Boris?

There was a drawing of his in your home.

Boris!

-Boris! -Calm down. It's okay.

-Who are you? -I'm Lola, Lourdes.

She's in shock.

What are you doing here?

-Let her rest. -She can't remember anything.

She woke up like this from the coma.

It's too soon to know if she'll recover.

Get out, please.

Lourdes.

Boris's mother was Rodika. Rodika Enescu.

He must have a relative with that last name in Romania.

Cousins, uncles, brothers.

And he may still be in contact with them.

We have to call Madrid, see if they can put us

in contact with someone in Romania.

-Hello. -Hello.

-How are you? -Hello.

-Come on! -How are you?

-Want something to drink? -A beer.

I want water.

Good, I guess.

Everything is over, so all I want is to forget.

Then let's forget about it and let's enjoy calmly,

without kidnappings or anything else.

I hear Jose left town. He won't dare come back.

What we should do is we should all leave.

Are you leaving? If Campoamargo is the best.

This is the land of opportunity. We are better than anywhere else.

-I don't... want you to go. -I won't leave.

-Where would I go? -Okay.

Charly is going back to Australia. He'll go to the Breakwater.

-You're kidding. Charly? -What's the Breakwater?

It's a surfing school in Tarifa.

It has a store... it's quite amazing.

-It's very well. -And why don't you go?

-How am I going to afford it? -I don't know, sell this place.

I think it's a good plan.

I don't understand. You say it's nothing?

They tried to kill you, Hector. You got shot.

Are you sure? I'll call you back. Bye.

Nacho. Nacho, where are you going?

-To check something. -To check what?

You have to help me with the move.

-I saw him. -Who did you see?

I saw dad.

-What do you mean you saw dad? -It looked like him.

-He was on the street. -Nacho, that's not possible.

Nacho, come here, please. Let's talk.

Listen to me.

I understand that... Please, listen to me.

All that's happened is very hard, but dad is no longer here.

-He looked alike. -We went to his burial.

-You don't remember that? -I'm not making this up.

I'm not saying that, honey.

I can't get used to the idea of not seeing him again.

I remember him every day, just like you.

But he is dead, honey.

Mom...

it was him.

I just spoke to the judge. After I got shot,

she was convinced Rueda isn't the murderer.

They'll let him go tomorrow. How are you doing with Romania?

Well, I found three Rodika Enescu

that have a kid named Boris and that matches our dates.

Very good. I spoke to the Colonel, our link in Romania,

and he referred me to an officer over there.

He'll help us locate Boris's family, if he has one.

-Call him. -Call him?

He speaks Spanish.

-Chief. -Yes, Lola?

We analysed the bullet that hit you.

It's from a Glock 37.

The same gun was used in a shooting between two Gipsy families.

They caught the culprits, but they got rid of the gun.

Boris must have bought the gun in the black market.

Who sells stolen weapons around here?

If it was a Gipsy business, the Jarapos.

They control most of the gun trafficking.

-Where are they? -They are being looked for.

There must be a way of locating them.

FOR SALE

Hello, Lucas.

I heard Fara is back.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to help more...

Don't worry. It's over.

What's the sign for? Are you selling the bar?

Yes, Fara and I are leaving this town.

Damn. If you go... I'll miss you.

Come on, come here.

-Want me to get you anything? -No, thank you.

Lucas... the DNA tests we did...

say you are not the father of the baby Ainhoa was carrying.

-It's Kaled, right? -No, he isn't either.

Then who the hell is?

Ainhoa and I got very drunk and slept together.

The baby was mine.

Damn it, Salva.

It's forgotten.

Okay, thank you.

What's going on? Reme says you've called me for me to come see you.

With the little I like this place.

I'm sorry, but you don't pick up the phone.

That number is only for family.

How's my nephew?

What do you want? I need to get to work.

Okay, I need your help. We need to locate the Jarapos.

You cops are always the same: Evil Gipsy, delinquent Gipsy.

You know they sell stolen weapons.

A bit, yes. A bit. But that's not the point.

There's lot of prejudice.

Ainhoa's killer bought a gun from them.

-Only them could identify him. -Do you think I'm a snitch?

-I'm not a snitch, Lola. -Please, brother.

If it wasn't important I wouldn't ask you.

If this goes well, we'll solve the girl's case.

I don't want any trouble with them, damn it.

I just want to know where to find them.

-You don't have to be there. -It's not that easy.

They are hard to find. They never go out.

He killed a girl, chopped his head off

and he's loose in town.

So if you won't do it for me, please, do it for Reme.

Please.

I'll go make a call.

Gayofa. It's me, Lolo.

Listen, I need to know,

do you know where the Jarapos are?

To kiss them, of course. Come on, do me this favour.

I'll write it down. Write it down.

Okay, street...

Thanks, give a kiss to my cousins from me.

The address of young Jarapo.

He'll be home tomorrow morning.

Go, I'll close.

Pilar, what are you doing here?

You're leaving?

When were you going to tell me?

You won't even be there when your son is born?

I told you I'll watch out for him.

-Besides, I'll send you money. -So easy.

Sending money is not being a parent.

-I'll also come see him. -Please, don't make me laugh.

Everyone knows you won't come.

You are living in a fantasy with that black woman.

The day you wake up you'll go crazy.

She loves you like I do?

She only wants to take advantage of you.

If you go away, forget about the child.

I won't let you see him.

-Marta, how are you? -What are you doing?

Nothing, I was cleaning the wound.

I'm sorry I hung up on you like that.

-How are you? -Good.

I was lucky.

Take care, sometimes luck runs out, Hector.

How's Nacho?

He says he saw his father on the street.

He must have seen someone who looked like him.

I think the same.

But I'm worried, Hector. I don't know if he does it

because it's a way of denying his death,

to grab some attention or to punish me, I don't know.

I don't know why.

Are you still thinking of leaving?

I'm leaving tomorrow. As soon as I sort out the moving.

I'm sorry, Marta.