When high school teacher Tomás finds the bloodied, dying mayoress of his hometown high up on his local cliffs, he not only becomes obsessed with the case but turns into its first suspect. Though solving the case is local cop Maite's job, Tomás doesn't care if his own private investigation gets in her way. Solving the case might just give Tomás' life the purpose he has been silently dreaming of for so long. Though clashing more than once, the two of them come close as can be to finding the murderer: Norma, Tomas' very own physiotherapist. She killed the mayoress in a fit of rage after finding out one of her many dark secrets - one that lies many years behind but one that has deeply affected her and her family. A twist of fate has it, however, that Norma remains undiscovered; her former fear and powerlessness turn to empowerment and confidence. Then a second murder stirs up the waters. Now an unlikely team, Maite and Tomás resume the hunt for a murderer who is closer than they imagine.

A group of urbanites flee the city for different reasons: existential, economic crisis, need for fresh air, search for peace, inspiration to compose ... The intention of these strangers is to settle in an abandoned town and start their lives from scratch, but when they arrive they discover that there are still some neighbors: rural people with a very different way of seeing life.

While Carlos, a banking executive, takes his two kids to school in his car, he gets a phone call telling him that there is a bomb under the seats and he must to gather a large amount of money; otherwise, his car will blow up.

Two years after the tragic sinking of a fishing boat that shook a small seaside town, members of the rondalla, a traditional Galician music band, decide to get back together in the endeavour to recover their enthusiasm and leave the grieving behind.

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During the San Fermín celebrations in Pamplona in 1969, a man died when the bulls were let loose. There was nothing to identify him, except for the letter “H” on his keyring. Carlos Pardo Ros imagines this man’s last night: a drunken nocturnal stroll with the ghosts of H, at one of the world’s biggest folk festivals.