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She's Ane.

And I'm Max.

And she was there for most of the firsts in my life.

The first time I played with fire.

The first time I went on vacation with a girl.

The first time I felt an adrenaline rush.

The first time I felt afraid.

And the first time I got lucky.

The first time we were brave.

The first time we were romantic.

The first time we felt hurt over petty things.

The first time I was successful.

And we had no choice but to celebrate.

Pass me one of those. Come on.

And the first time I killed the love of my life.

I went to jail for involuntary manslaughter

on the day I turned 19.

Tormented by grief and guilt, and seeing as I was a millionaire,

I soon became an easy target in Cellblock Three.

I started paying people just to let me breathe.

My even grandmother had €3,600 bound into a book of Shakespeare's works.

She was able to slip me books by paying some small bribes.

But there came a time when not even all that money

could buy me protection.

The beatings got more frequent.

They hit me with socks filled with stones.

They cut me with tin cans. They burnt me with cigarettes.

Finally, they stuck me in a washing machine.

I spent 16 minutes in a short cycle for delicates.

But they took me out before the spin cycle.

That's when I realized I was already dead.

And while I waited for my soul to be taken,

I was thinking I had already used up all the pain cards life had dealt me.

That thought made me happy.

And I wanted to live again.

I felt if I could stand up again, there'd be no more pain

or drama.

Nobody comes back from hell to live a shitty life again.

I could look forward to enjoying myself,

even in the foulest of holes.

So I got up.

And that was my first day as the guy I am now.

Hey!

Speed wash.

No prewash. Better than a shower.

Although you forgot the softener, motherfuckers.

I got ripped.

And after 15 fights, I'd earned some respect.

I enjoyed fighting, and that changed my outlook on things.

Even those trips to get dental implants

became an exaltation of beauty.

And there, in the most unexpected of places,

I realized the world could be savagely beautiful.

Tensions are high in Algeciras

after NATO ordered the seizure of the Russian submarine.

There are suspicions that it may hold nuclear missiles.

The Russian ambassador…

-Max Varela? -Here.

The judge accepted your appeal. You're getting out today.

How come?

"Sentence reduced for good behavior."

Get ready.

…has been sunk in the Taiwan Strait.

This incident takes place just one week

after China's invasion of the island of Taiwan.

China's reaction has been swift.

The government is threatening to retaliate.

What's with…

the clothes?

You haven't seen me in three years, and you're worried about clothes?

I came to visit three times, but you refused to see me.

I waited for a whole hour.

I was battling my own demons at first. Then I changed.

You should've come back a fourth time.

Max, I've been working on your appeal for weeks to get you out

because I need you to come with me.

I have other plans today.

Swimming in the sea.

Having some good paella with my feet in the sand.

Sounds great,

but I don't know if you're aware what's going on in the world right now.

There's a major risk of an escalation of hostilities,

and I need you to come with me. Now.

Where do you want to take me?

To a shelter.

A bunker.

You want to put me inside a hole the day I get out of prison?

I'm never going anywhere with you.

Never.

You fucked up our relationship all by yourself.

I'm glad we no longer share anything.

Maybe the odd chromosome.

But the rest I left in there.

Max, I'm talking about saving your life.

About an imminent crisis.

The people managing the bunker

have ties to the intelligence and defense departments.

Come with me.

Take care.

Your mother's already there.

And so is your grandmother.

This may be your last chance to say goodbye to her.

Ane's father is there too.

Maybe it's time for… you to talk to him, right?

To heal old wounds.

You'll have to, sooner or later.

Wanna take it for a ride?

A little taste of freedom?

How'd you hear about the bunker?

I met a colonel at the tennis club who put us in touch

with the company running it.

It's all been done in the utmost secrecy.

We've invested millions in the bunker.

Congratulations. If you're seeing this, you have acquired a luxury bunker.

You and your family

are among the privileged few who will have the chance

to survive in a safe place for ten years in the event of a catastrophe.

As of right now, our advisors are working for you.

If they deem the risk has become extreme,

you will receive a call to immediately enter

the bunker as a preventative measure.

Airspace restrictions will come into effect at 1:00 p.m.

Civilian flights are prohibited. I repeat, civilian flights…

We won't be able to leave.

But it's only noon.

We still have time.

Please.

Don't forget, the first rule is

that the location and existence of the bunker must remain secret.

Let's imagine we find ourselves in the middle of a war.

Do you realize what would happen if a neighbor, distant relative,

or coworker were to learn there's a safe location underground?

This would jeopardize everyone's safety.

Kimera lies beneath a lake.

Hidden 900 feet below the surface of the water.

We've spent the last seven years working for you,

building the world's most exclusive bunker.

A fascinating work of engineering,

located inside a preexisting cavern, which, 45 million years ago,

held a pocket of natural gas.

This is our little city.

Consisting of three platforms with 45 family shelters,

inside an impregnable location.

Here, you will realize safety is not at odds with luxury.

Would you like to see?

Come with me.

Welcome.

Here are your safe deposit box numbers.

You must leave your personal items and phones inside.

-Why's that? -For your safety.

Someone might discover our location by tracking your phone's GPS signal.

The complex has an area of 215,000 square feet

and has been designed to feel spacious and elegant.

Look, this is our Japanese garden.

Up there is the area where your children will be able to play, eat,

and attend classes.

And these suits?

Also for your safety.

Each suit is fitted with a Geiger counter to monitor radiation.

It also measures air quality.

The colors we've chosen, amber and turquoise,

promote peace and spiritual balance.

With these wristbands we'll monitor your vital signs.

Your heart rate, breathing, and oxygen levels.

They have a permanent magnetic lock so you won't lose them.

Within this complex, you'll enjoy wonderful spaces

designed for your well-being.

This spa is one of my favorites. The water temperature is 100 degrees.

Place your hand on the scanner.

All the bunker's doors open with biometric authentication.

No need for keys.

Each cabin owner will be able to change their views easily,

thanks to our virtual assistant.

-Roxán? -Yes?

-Take us to the mountains. -Yes, Minerva.

I hope you never have to come here.

But in the event that you do, don't worry.

My team and I are thoroughly prepared to protect you.

Son!

Oh, Max.

Oh, darling.

Let me see you.

How are you, Grandma? Who's that man?

Antonio, my nurse.

It's more exotic to get chemotherapy in a fallout shelter

than in a hospital, isn't it?

How are you, son?

-Great. -…and 30 seriously injured.

-And you? -Fantastic.

The Russian defense minister held a press conference

describing the attack as an act of war.

He stated that the situation is unacceptable

and, at this stage, irreversible.

I can't believe it.

Dad, please, don't make a scene.

Fine. Thank you.

Max.

Guillermo.

I see you've paid your debt to society and you're a free man now.

And now the debt I have left is with you.

Maybe you'll never stop seeing me as your daughter's killer.

But I wanted to look you in the eye and say I'm sorry.

And that I'll be sorry for the rest of my life.

I hope at some point we can heal this wound.

Of course.

Let's have lunch together, like we used to during the summer.

Though this is a far cry from those times.

They're coming this way.

I can't believe it.

Hi.

This is Mimi, my wife.

We got married two years ago.

Hi. Nice to meet you. How are you?

My mother died six months after my sister.

-She never got over it. -Asia.

Marta died in a traffic accident.

Want to take a seat?

Yes, of course. Where should we sit?

I'll sit here. That's fine. Antonio, here. I'll go here. Great.

Well, let's see what's on the menu in the bunker.

Good afternoon.

The restaurant is a self-service buffet, and we don't offer table service,

so you can help yourselves.

I hope the food is to your liking.

Honey!

Are you telling me I paid 48 million euros

to help myself to food just like in a soup kitchen?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Riquelme.

We don't have the capacity to offer five-star service.

It's for your safety, so you'll have to cooperate.

If you'll excuse me.

A buffet?

Like in those resorts where they pile fried eggs

onto metal trays.

Well, it's unusual, but we still have to eat.

I'm not getting up.

You start by serving yourself and end up scrubbing toilets.

What do you mean, Grandma?

Imagine if instead of leaving this place in a few days,

the outside world ceases to exist.

What would we be?

Something like humanity's Noah's Ark, right?

Exactly!

A new society.

And there are two kinds of people. Those who serve and those who command.

It's the way humanity works, and we won't go against that

with this amusing lunch they've prepared for us.

You need to position yourself wisely.

So they don't see you as a potential servant. Or worse.

Antonio, please bring me some appetizers.

The sirloin steak is going fast.

I can go if you want, honey.

I'll take care of it.

Miss.

Yes, Mr. Falcón.

Excuse me. Do you see the lady there?

She's been diagnosed with terminal cancer. Metastatic.

That thing on her neck is not a sticker.

It's a morphine patch.

She can't take 15 steps without falling.

Are you going to make her get up for some radishes?

I apologize. In that case, I'll bring her whatever she wants.

Two sirloin steaks, one medium rare and one rare so she can choose.

A side of peppers,

roast potatoes, and some pasta.

-Al dente. -Right away.

I forgot how entertaining my family is.

Honestly, I'm so happy to be here.

What do you say, Dad?

Huh? I'm… not hungry.

Today's events have rattled me.

Actually, bring me the salmon that gentleman's having.

But she should also have some steamed vegetables.

For the vitamins.

-Fruit too. -Looks good.

Since Max is here with us,

I'd like to ask him something I've been asking myself for three years.

How could you flee the scene, leaving your dying girlfriend behind?

Asia, we're trying to bring our families together again.

So we can finally live in peace after so much suffering.

Right.

But to find peace, I need to know why he left.

You were driving the car.

My sister died because of you.

And you fled.

Why?

I loved your sister more than anyone.

You didn't love her if you left her like that.

Asia, honey.

We all loved her.

All you need to know is that it was an accident.

Everyone at this table has already accepted that fact.

It's time you do too.

Antonio, see if there's anything sweet for dessert.

Welcome to Kimera.

I'm Minerva.

This is a preemptive lockdown,

given the escalation of events you've seen out there,

which unfortunately is still going on.

The Atlantic Alliance bombed Saint Petersburg

in retaliation for the invasion of Norway.

We hope common sense will prevail and we can eventually end our lockdown.

If that's not the case, I just want you to know you are safe.

We are prepared for any outside circumstances.

The question is…

are you prepared to survive down here?

If this tragedy continues, your emotional stability

will be hanging by a thread.

Anguish and despair will take root and, with that, widespread depression.

Which I won't allow.

This isn't one of your companies. I am the boss here.

You've hired me to watch over your safety,

and your mental health is part of that.

That's why socializing is mandatory.

We'll all have dinner together.

We'll get up to get our own food,

and, once we're done, we'll leave our trays in the carts.

You'll take part in social activities and simple chores

to keep your minds busy and ward off negative thoughts.

Mr. Aranoa, how are you?

Fine.

Tell me a funny story.

I can't think of one right now.

Tell me a joke. You must have heard hundreds.

I can't think of one right now.

None come to mind because he's in crisis mode.

The only thing on his mind is a nuclear mushroom.

Am I right?

Next comes insomnia.

You'll stop talking.

Spiral into depression.

And you'll visit our psychologist, Nano Parker,

or our physician, Julia Baldini, to get medication.

The only tool you have down here

to survive this anguish is your sense of humor.

So I'll ask again.

Anyone want to share something funny?

Me.

Well, so…

On my way here, I was asking myself so many questions.

Until I got to reception,

and I asked the young lady,

the one over there,

"What's this fallout shelter like?"

And you know what she said?

"It's the bomb!"

That's the attitude we need down here.

It's no trivial matter, believe me.

Thank you, Frida.

You may continue enjoying your meal. Thank you.

See you later.

It seems prison did that asshole some good.

"Heal this wound," he says.

The wound won't heal as long as my daughter is dead.

Calm down. We already have the war to deal with.

I heard they bombed North America.

Canada's burning.

Do you think I care about Canada right now?

My toes are cramped up from holding back.

All I wanted was to grab that soup ladle and crack that son of a bitch's head open.

But no, I had to sit there, laughing at his jokes.

-And that woman… -You're hyperventilating.

…telling my daughter to shut up.

Look out the window. It's over. It's okay now.

I was never one to stay calm, and it scares me to have him there,

next to me all the time because I think I could kill him.

Guillermo, don't be ridiculous, honey.

You think it's ridiculous?

And him destroying my life, do you think that's ridiculous?

-Because my life ended then. -No, it didn't.

We're together. We got married.

We have a family, honey.

Tell me something, Mimi.

Why do you think you're my wife?

You were my mistress.

My wife died.

Then I married you.

Answer me.

Or do you want me to answer?

You became my wife

because of the state of confusion I was in.

The grief of losing my daughter and my wife.

The antidepressants.

Because of a set of random chemical bubbles

I had in my brain.

Lovers tend to think they came into the picture too late, is that it?

And you'll expect me to love you as if you were the love of my life.

You said I was.

You're not.

You never were.

And everybody knows it. Everybody.

Even my daughter realizes the sacrifice I'm making.

Our marriage is a matter of

mutual orphanhood.

A symbiotic relationship, as documentaries put it.

Think about it.

Can we talk for a minute?

No. I'm working out.

How much longer?

A little over a mile.

Okay. I can wait.

You've always had a grudge against me, right?

You told me the truth about Santa Claus.

But that's not why you resent me.

Resentment is crap, Asia.

I don't really mind if you hate me.

But you, you keep your hate inside.

It's with you when you wake up and when you go to bed.

And when you come here to run because you can't deal.

I run because exercise releases endorphins which act on the central nervous system

and block pain.

And serotonin, which reduces stress levels.

You read Wikipedia every night?

No, I study medicine every night, Max.

Are you here to mess with me while the world ends?

Because I'm being polite, but I think you're an asshole.

I came to give you something.

I took it the day of the accident.

I went to that road looking for it in case it was thrown out on impact.

When my father said you were here I thought

it was the right time to give back her memories.

The code's still the same.

Roxán, close the door.

Right away, Asia.

Door closed.

We are in Tuscany.

I'm trying to document something never before seen.

Our aim is to get Ane to wake up in a good mood after a two-hour nap.

There she is.

Let's step up to the challenge.

Ane.

Ane, time to go to the beach.

I'm documenting this for posterity.

Leave me alone.

-I'll go later. -Let's see if she reacts to the treatment.

We succeeded.

She smiled.

The first time you've woken up without grumbling.

How was the experience?

Horrible.

The worst experience ever.

I'm gonna kill you.

See how tired I look?

Another whiskey, please.

I'm sorry, Mr. Falcón.

Drinks are limited to two per day.

You've already had two. It's a matter of saving our resources.

-What's your name? -Tirso.

Tirso?

We'll save our resources when there are three bottles left.

So, for now, you can pour me another whiskey.

I'm really sorry, but that's not allowed.

It's the rules.

Come here, Mr. By the Book.

You need a reason to pour me that whiskey, and I'm gonna give you one.

This bunker was financed with the guests' money.

So, a percentage of all this belongs to me.

In purely mathematical terms, I am sort of your boss.

Pour me… a whiskey.

Kid.

Two whiskeys for me.

It'll be hard to be here with your son.

You'll have to learn.

Just as I learned to live without him.

How long will we be here? A week?

Two, at most?

You'll manage.

-No! -What's this?

EMERGENCY PROCEED TO DOME

What's that?

Dad!

Quickly!

We're under attack!

-Dad! -Proceed to the dome.

-Dad! -It's the safest place in the bunker.

-Mimi! -Remain calm.

-Mimi, where's my father? -He went for a drink. I don't know.

-You can't be here. -Let me be.

-Come! -I want to be alone. Leave me here!

Proceed to the dome.

The dome is the safest place in the bunker.

Frida!

Asia!

Take her to the dome, please.

Come with us!

I can't! I have to find my father!

Dad!

Dad!

Proceed to the dome.

The dome is the safest place in the bunker.

Remain calm.

Dad!

No.

Dad!

I'm fine. It's a concussion.

His wound's been stapled up. And disinfected.

And Mimi? Where's Mimi?

We had an argument. You know how she gets.

Don't worry. She's in the dome.

This way!

Come this way!

Once you're all in the dome, we'll seal the concrete hatches.

Remain calm.

We need to take the elevator.

Okay.

Run!

Emergency brake activated.

This way, come!

This way!

Once you're all in the dome, we'll seal the concrete hatches.

Look for a place to sit and remain calm.

Don't stop!

-Max! -Max.

Mr. Falcón, for your injury.

-Please take a seat. -Let's go, Dad.

Let's go.

Take a seat, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

an Atlantic Alliance base was targeted in a nuclear attack

south of our current location.

What you felt was the detonation and its subsequent seismic aftershocks,

as it caused a shift in the tectonic plates.

The UN has demanded an immediate ceasefire,

which will apparently be respected by all countries involved.

I know these are difficult times, but we must try to remain calm.

This footage is from outside the tower where you entered the shelter.

Right now we are 1,000 feet below ground.

It's the safest place in the bunker.

We will wait here until the aftershocks pass.

You'll get live news

from all the networks our antennas can receive.

And…

I need to go to the control center.

I'll keep you updated. Thank you very much.

What happened, Dad?

There's no way all that happened in the few hours we've been here.

A nuclear escalation doesn't take hours.

It takes ten minutes, sweetie.

Maybe this isn't the best time, but seeing how things are out there,

I'd like to answer Asia's question.

There's something you don't know.

I told Max to flee the scene of the accident.

And to hide in the woods for a few days.

Max! Son.

What have you done, son?

Go away for three days.

You had a concussion, got disoriented…

No, we need to resuscitate her.

-We have to! -Max. Stop, son.

Son, stop.

Stop.

-It's over. She's gone. -She can't be.

I can't leave her.

I can't leave her.

If you leave now, we can say it was all an accident.

But if you stay, it's manslaughter. Do you understand?

You're high and drunk.

Please just go.

Run.

Go.

Run.

Run!

There's been an accident. Someone's been killed.

And I can't find my son.

Highway 385, seven-mile marker. Please hurry.

You mean, you had a plan

to save your son?

And you betrayed him?

Why?

I changed my mind.

At first, I felt I had to keep him out of jail at all costs,

but during the trial, I kept asking myself,

"What am I teaching my son with this lie?"

The trauma caused by the accident

could have given the defendant a strong post-traumatic concussion

with episodes of amnesia and confusion.

That's why Max Varela was not at the scene of the accident when the police arrived.

A post-traumatic concussion,

which confirms this was a regrettable accident.

I ask the jury to consider it as such,

and not as a homicide.

I decided it was best if he accepted responsibility

for the pain he had caused.

To tell the truth.

Mr. Varela, were you present when the defendant took the car?

Yes, Your Honor.

Can you tell us what happened?

I heard a noise and looked out the window.

I saw the car leaving the garage.

I went outside.

-Max was behind the wheel. -Get out of the car.

-And Ane was with him. -Please.

I told them not to go out in the rain.

-And took the keys. -What are you doing?

Max got out of the car, furious.

-Dad! -We fought.

-You're high. -No way.

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His pupils were dilated.

He was drunk and on drugs.

But even so, he managed to take the keys from me…

Look at your face.

…and drive away.

Max!

Thank you.

The statement from this important witness discredits the defense's argument…

What truth, Rafa?

The one that blames only him?

Because you never confessed what you did.

You ordered him to leave.

Max was a child, and he did as his father told him.

He was about to be acquitted when you decided to open your mouth.

I thought I'd take my unspoken opinions on your husband to the grave.

But that was before I heard his confession.

The work of a coward who could have saved his son,

yet chose to send him to prison from age 19 to 22.

I'm very sorry you had to go through all that.

I was surprised by your resolve

to marry the most mediocre of your classmates in your sophomore year.

I said to myself, "She'll soon see through such an unsubstantial individual."

But that didn't happen either.

Anyway, darling, I don't want to harp on this error of your youth.

My marriage to Rafa was no mistake, Mom.

You made a mistake when you got pregnant

and didn't have the courage to get an abortion.

I grew up feeling your twisted contempt for me.

Always wanting to change me.

Choosing my friends, my studies, my future.

You're so toxic, Mom,

I remember my teenage years as nothing but anxiety,

throwing up in the bathrooms of the German school.

So I latched onto the first opportunity that came my way.

My desk partner.

My friend Rafa.

And maybe it wasn't love…

but he was my salvation.

Sorry for the wait, but we're having issues

connecting with the outside world.

We believe the antennas may be damaged, so as you can see, our chief of defense

will go outside with a member of the staff to reconnect us.

They will take cameras along so we can all see the situation.

Thank you for your patience.

Camera One, recording.

Camera Two, recording.

Are you ready?

We're ready!

Opening the antechamber.

The lake water is murky.

Approaching the tower.

Control checks. Temperature?

One hundred degrees inside the tower. Significant temperature increase.

Radiation?

Five millisieverts. Radiation present. Low level.

We are ready!

Open the hatch.

Closing hatch.

There are gusts of hot air.

Temperature, 136 degrees.

Thirty-six millisieverts and climbing.

The ash is radioactive.

The shock wave caused extreme heat.

There's a burnt-out car on the bridge.

76 millisieverts.

145 degrees. The temperature is very high.

There are charred remains.

Carbon dioxide levels over 1,800. Anomalous atmosphere.

122 millisieverts near the car.

Be very careful. Critical radiation levels.

Oh my God.

What is it?

Wind gusts at 85 miles an hour.

The forest is burning.

170 degrees. Critical temperature.

Luca, Cindy, get back here now.

Secure the antenna and the transmitter to the box.

You can't remain exposed to that radiation.

240 millisieverts. Steady increase in radiation.

400 millisieverts.

183 degrees.

Come on.

Do you have it?

The glove--

…stuck.

The handrail is burning hot!

Luca?

Luca, do you hear me?

Control… Minerva!

-Cindy. What's going on? -…problem…

-Connection failure. -Do you copy?

I lost the antenna!

I need you to try and detach the glove without tearing it.

It can't tear.

-400 millisieverts. -187 degrees.

-…together. -Go slowly.

411 millisieverts. Get in here now!

Control, open the door! Quickly!

Opening the hatch.

Julia, let's go up to meet them.

Yes. Prepare the hazmat suits and medical equipment.

Let's go, quickly!

Control, do you copy?

My glove got stuck to the handrail.

It's burnt. I repeat, it's burnt.

Activating decontamination.

Look. The glove got stuck.

Okay. Calm down. Look at me.

-What is it? -It's no longer airtight.

Turn off the cameras.

As you see, the conditions outside are very difficult.

For now, we'll remain in the dome.

We'll be handing out blankets and food.

I suggest you try to sleep.

Ladies, gentlemen…

They believed all of it!

The simulation was a success.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy