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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS.

This is central dispatch. Acknowledged.

Another year has passed

So much has happened

There were things we learned

And things we forgot about

- Stop! - Son of a bitch!

What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?

San Marzino restaurant, please. Quickly!

You can't go in.

Please, you can't go in.

THE NIGHT OF THE MASSACRE

Excuse me.

Wait. Let me see.

Let me see. This is my daughter.

No.

FUGUE STATE 1986

"Alejandra Castro, 16 years old."

"Another victim of the San Marzino massacre."

"She was out for dinner with the family of her best friend."

"Her father, Luis, said his wife, the girl's mother,

had a heart attack when she heard the news

and is currently in the hospital in a critical condition."

Mario, when will you have more information on San Marzino?

When will you get access to the rest?

It's tricky. The case is closed.

They killed Salgado. So that's it.

Game over. Nothing to investigate.

- Nothing to investigate. - Just a terrible tragedy.

Look, Indira, this...

is a case that's still open.

I have to investigate it, and I need your expertise.

It's bullshit, Mario.

Right, what's this?

This case sucks, Mario.

It's very suspicious that they closed the San Marzino case.

Think about it.

Such an unusual act of violence

committed by a guy with no prior record.

Plus, the majority of the victims are women.

But no, nothing to investigate.

Jeremías Salgado was a Vietnam War veteran.

Do you know what that means?

Anyone who made it out alive lost their mind.

Vietnam was ten years ago.

So what? He goes nuts a whole decade later?

Don't you find that strange?

San Marzino...

You can't imagine what it was like

inside that place.

It looked like

a battlefield.

There's more to this.

There's more to this. Mark my words.

Why the long face, bro?

Don't tell me you fucked up.

I need a favor.

Another favor?

Wasn't the last one enough?

Don't you remember?

No.

That's the problem. I don't remember anything I did for the last few days.

Well, I don't know what you did, but on December 3rd,

you came and asked me for a gun.

I lent you mine, the one I always keep for the apocalypse.

Do you remember what time I came by?

In the afternoon.

You said you needed it for self-defense,

and, dude, you were scared shitless.

Did the revolver already have a shot fired?

Why? Did you need more bullets?

"The first stab wound always takes you by surprise."

"You don't realize that what you're feeling is pain."

"The second gives you time to worry."

"You think life is slipping away through a hole."

- "It was too late, and he couldn't--" - Stop.

What do you think?

112 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

To me, it sounds

monotonous.

Trite, affected.

Listen.

"The body is that of an adult male."

"Approximately 24 years old."

AUTOPSY REPORT

"The depth of the wound indicates precision in the attack."

"The injury to the liver and portal vein

caused a massive and fatal hemorrhage."

I don't know.

If this is the first exercise of the Crimes Club,

shouldn't we make the description a little more poetic, more literary?

Let's think about

what's most interesting.

Why did we go to the dissection room?

Because bodies,

the cadavers of people who died a violent death,

tell us not so much about their life

but about their killers.

Three stab wounds.

Then what did the killer do?

They let the person bleed to death.

That's not a particularly painful death, is it?

Compared to being burned to death or skinned alive.

Any theories?

Okay.

Did they want him to die?

Yes.

But they didn't care very much, if at all, whether he suffered or not.

What does that mean?

That the killer is not a torturer.

They teach that to a medical technician?

I told you I have experience in these matters.

In autopsies or in murders?

What do you mean?

Just that...

Humor isn't your thing, is it?

Cool. No worries. Cool.

- Guillermo is expecting you. - Thank you.

Sergeant Salgado.

Sir.

How's it all going?

It's going well, my friend.

Waiting for the call.

The next mission.

You know how it goes.

Yes, I know, but...

it's been almost four years.

Tired of reading poetry?

Being a poet has never been easy.

I'm serious, Guillermo. Help me.

You know that, in this damn country,

an intelligent man never amounts to anything.

This is a wasteland. I don't deserve to wither away here.

Let me see what I can do, Jeremías.

Please do.

Thank you.

Jeremías.

"Snitch, informer, rat." Eight letters. Four down.

Telltale.

Don't worry, Bertita. I'll take good care of them.

Oh, Carmencita!

Tell me. I recommend it anyway, and...

Take good care of yourself, okay?

- What is your niece's name? - Inés.

Jeremías, how are you?

Have you seen what your movers have done to the wall?

Tell them to take care.

Take care of your mom.

What's that?

It's only for two days until Berta's niece comes to pick them up.

Well, Adam and Eve, say hello.

Birds make a lot of mess.

Don't worry. I'll clean up.

Did anyone call for me?

No one.

Hello.

JOIN THE FIGHT

Hello?

- It's me. - Jaime?

Buddy.

I hardly recognize you.

Because of the outfit? I get it.

Because you're so skinny and scruffy. You look totally different.

- Don't they feed you? What can I get you? - Oh, man, whatever you want.

Living out in the wilderness is tough, you know?

I'm sorry.

Sorry for showing up like this, but I have to take care of something.

I won't be here long. I'm leaving tomorrow.

- I don't want to get you in trouble. - It's cool. You know you're welcome here.

Thank you.

But, Jaime, aren't you tempted to come back to your life?

No. You know what? I'm not.

I finally feel like I'm doing something for society.

University? Pure demagoguery. But it's not how you change a country.

The country...

The country doesn't change. People change.

It's a shame, for such a smart guy, that you turned out to be such an artist.

- Do you think so? - Yes.

So? Where's the party today?

Or do you have too many books to read?

Such a moron.

- Got your eye on someone already? - Yeah.

- Don't let Elena see me. - Yeah, hide.

Elen!

Elen! I have a surprise for you.

Hey!

So good to see you.

I didn't know you were in town.

Just for a couple of days.

Okay, what are you drinking?

The thing is, I...

- On the house. - Yeah?

- Because of the gift. - Thank you. Yes.

- Beer. - Santi!

You have no idea how much I've missed you.

Oh yeah?

- A lot. - Cheers!

Want another?

Yes.

- I'll tell Elena I'll pay later. - Sure.

Writer and dancer?

Be honest. Are you following me?

Yes. I need to know how that unfinished story ends.

Ah, no. It never ends.

So you're into suspense?

Where's your boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend.

And he's on a field trip. He's an anthropologist.

So when the cat's away, the mice will play?

What a bad joke.

Right? And bad taste too.

You know what I think?

I think it's destiny that made us meet again.

Do you live nearby?

Yes. We can go if you want.

I mean, whenever you like.

And we can have a coffee, talk.

You can tell me what you do, what you're studying.

Do you study? What's your last name? When will you read another story?

Okay.

It's Arbeláez Monroy.

I study anthropology.

And I never talk to strangers in bars.

I'd like you to stay.

Can I use your bathroom and borrow a T-shirt?

Actually, I'd prefer to be alone tonight.

Is something wrong?

I have an early start tomorrow.

Okay. No problem.

Sorry.

Finding that stuff in there... I almost shit my pants, man!

- You're right. Calm down. - Of course I am. I won't calm down.

What the fuck were you thinking, Jaime?

Why didn't you tell me about that stuff? Or was that the idea?

León, I was planning to move it today. I'm sorry.

I don't know why you have it, but get rid of it.

You don't even need the keys, but take them and get rid of that shit.

- Now! - I fucked up.

- Yeah, you idiot. - Sorry.

You fucked up.

Keep it down. No need for everyone to hear.

No? Then why put that shit in there?

I'm going to tell Andrea, Carolina, Lucas...

- Gonzalo. - Yeah, I'll bring him.

- Yes. - I'll bring 50 in total.

- Fifty? - I'll invite 50 people, yes.

With everyone standing, they'll fit.

- No. - What do you think?

No, Cata, not again. Seriously.

- Why not? - Because--

So boring. You always help me. Don't say no.

But why so many people?

This party is going to last all weekend.

It's time for your medicine.

- Did you find it? - Yes, it's here.

He was bad this morning.

The doctor came.

- What did he say? - Same as always.

It would be best to admit him to a psychiatric clinic,

but I'm the only one who agrees.

Those places are really tough.

How would you know? Have you ever been in one?

Why do you need Dad's medical records?

A friend and I are starting a Crimes Club.

What's that?

It's like an homage to Arthur Conan Doyle.

You should read more, kid.

This was way back in 1903.

Arthur Conan Doyle was a founding member of the Crimes Club.

It brought together doctors, lawyers,

journalists, police officers,

and the idea was to solve crimes of the era.

Are you planning on solving Dad's crime?

"The constant headaches,

the dizziness,

the loss of vision in the left eye, and the aphasia

are the result of a head injury

caused by a blow from a blunt object."

What do you think?

Is that everything?

The victim had three fingers amputated on his right hand.

What type of person could do that?

Look at this.

The cuts through the fingers are precise.

That means they knew what they were doing.

And the blow to the head?

They wanted to kill him, right?

No, not to kill him.

They wanted to torture him,

and they did so brutally.

I'd say they didn't cut off the fingers on the same day.

They made him suffer very slowly.

Whose medical history is this?

My dad's.

- Your dad's? - Yes.

He was abducted when I was little, and he was missing for about two weeks.

We thought he was dead,

but when they found him, in a ditch,

he was like this.

He doesn't talk anymore.

They hit him so hard on the head that...

he lost most of his faculties.

And obviously, in Colombia...

no investigation.

No one's paying for what they did to my dad.

In this cesspool of corruption that we call a country,

hardly anyone ever pays for anything.

Yeah. I'm going for a smoke.

Look what I found.

The memoirs of Vidocq. He's like a real-life Sherlock.

A former criminal who became the father of criminalistics.

MEMOIRS OF VIDOCQ

INDIFFERENT COMRADE JOIN THE FIGHT

I know. You've told me a thousand times to come and live with you in Cali.

And I'm sure I'd be better off there, but I just can't leave him.

Yes, I promise. Yes, sister. I'll think about it.

Hello? Carmenza?

Who were you talking to?

The birds.

When are they taking them away?

They'll let me know tomorrow.

Did anyone call for me?

You know very well that no one calls this house.

Strange. I was looking at the phone bills, and they've gone up a lot.

Everything's going up.

If they keep going up, I'm going to padlock the phone.

Just so you know.

The Hanged Man.

It's a card that signifies internal transition.

You have the opportunity to gain a new perspective.

Draw another card.

The Devil, like darkness, can drain us,

like a vampire,

and he ultimately reveals your own darkness.

An influence

inviting you to take this journey.

Draw two more cards.

Your faith will be tested.

Your beliefs will be tested.

You'll leave everything and everyone behind.

- And it was bad, but... - You don't say.

It was awful for you, obviously. Really bad.

But it won't happen again.

- No, clearly. - It won't.

When you're lost, just remember,

when a vampire is thrust into the light, it turns to dust.

I met a young man who could be a very good candidate for the program.

He's intelligent, committed.

He's broken.

He's vulnerable.

Salgado,

you wouldn't happen to be

sharing the information

from the program with your friend?

No, of course not.

What I have been doing is recording the method, sir.

Recording it? How?

Yes, on a cassette, with a tape recorder.

I think it's important to leave a record.

Jeremías...

everything related to the program

is strictly confidential.

I understand that.

But the way things are going in this country, we need to be prepared.

What if the guerrillas show up tomorrow? We need to leave a record.

The young man I mentioned has had his life shaped by violence.

That's why it's important that you help me get some information

so I can activate him.

Sorry.

Lorencita said you were looking for me.

I'm sorry I missed class this morning. I had a family matter...

Mr. León,

your family matters are not something that concern me.

Don't worry. Thank you. Your absence will still be noted.

Look, Professor... Bonilla,

I know things have been a bit tense between us

and our relationship isn't exactly the best,

but I do need to graduate--

Look, Mr. León.

First of all,

there isn't anything between us.

Just focus on what you need to focus on.

Anyway, I didn't send for you because of your absence.

That's not my problem.

What is my problem is that, about an hour ago,

some people were here asking about your former classmate, Jaime Linares.

They heard that he's in Bogotá.

Who was it that was asking?

They also asked about his closest friends.

Of course, I told these agents

that I haven't the faintest idea what goes on in students' private lives.

But, Mr. León,

the last thing I want for this department

is for it to be tainted by anything political.

This is the world of art, culture, literature,

and we will not support any criminal activity,

directly or indirectly.

If we have even the slightest suspicion

that you or anyone else is involved in these matters,

we will expel the student without hesitation.

But not before handing them over to the authorities,

regardless of how much the outlaw thinks he's a poet.

Do I make myself clear?

Was that the call you were waiting for?

Notes on the implementation of the program. Day ten.

The candidate is lowering his guard as we make progress with the Crimes Club.

It is evident that the literary exercises

are an effective tool in this case.

Identifying his interests is crucial,

as well as his strengths and weaknesses.

These are the gateways into his mind.

5 DAYS AFTER THE MASSACRE

"They spent two months slowly plucking away the skin,

like pulling petals off a daisy."

"That was just the beginning."

"Then the others would come."

"Those responsible for committing the deadliest of sins."

"Turning away so they didn't see."

Where did you find these notes?

There were some among the books and other items

that the police found in the bedroom of the killer, Salgado.

Later, they said they were...

What did they call this crap?

"Literary exercises."

Or part of a plan.

Remember, we can't rule anything out.

All right, let's hear it.

What are your theories?

Well, the most obvious one is a psychotic break.

And the most convoluted, but still very possible,

is that Salgado was looking for a specific person in that restaurant

and things just spiraled out of control.

Or maybe the guy...

Maybe the guy had an unknown history.

He could've committed crimes before, maybe even outside of Colombia,

without being caught.

Like a serial killer.

Or a hit man. It's possible.

Tell me.

Why are you so interested in this case?

Because I feel like it's an opportunity.

I get it.

I see what you want to get out of this.

Mario.

Behind this case, there's a story.

A big one.

All my instincts say so.

Don't your instincts tell you

they'll never give you your psychologist license back

and they'll never reinstate you as an expert witness?

If that's what you're hoping for.

I was the best.

The best, and you know it.

That's why you ask for my help with those crappy cases.

No, you weren't the best. You are the best.

But you have to be open to the idea that you can never go back.

What about you?

Are you going to stay in the wiretap squad for the rest of your life

instead of doing what you really want to do?

Please.

You're a smart guy.

Let's investigate.

Let's take a risk together.

This case, I don't like it.

It was closed for a reason.

That's exactly why

it's going to be our mission to get them to reopen it.

Elena.

I'd like to meet up so we can talk,

and I need to ask you some questions about things I don't remember.

Elena, pick up.

Okay, bye.

Thank you for coming, professor.

I wanted to talk to you too.

Thanks.

- Look-- - Why did Jeremías do it?

You knew him better than I did.

What Jeremías did was awful.

It was horrible.

- But even so-- - You're sorry he's dead.

Yes.

Don't blame yourself.

We couldn't have known.

I'm not so sure, professor.

I'm not so sure because I don't remember.

I have no memory of the days before the massacre.

Why don't you remember?

I suffer from a condition. Ever since the thing with my dad.

It hadn't happened in a while, but...

I experience blackouts and dissociative amnesia.

There are days when I don't remember where I was, or what I did, or who I am.

Sometimes I remember images...

but this time, it's like a black hole.

I'm scared, professor.

In this case, your fear is a sign of sanity.

Don't worry.

Although sanity and happiness don't mix well.

I didn't say that.

Someone else did. I don't remember who.

Can you take this? It's too hot.

I'm going to be away for a while.

You're going on a trip?

Something like that.

I just wanted you to know that, out of all my students,

you were the one that I bet on as a writer.

Don't forget that.

Are you okay, sir?

- Yes. Call an ambulance, please. - Don't move him.

- Be careful. - Are you okay? I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I feel awful. It was the brakes.

Stop. Your back! Let me take you to a clinic.

What if you've hurt your back? Call an ambulance!

- Stop. - You're all twisted.

Hey, hang on.

Buddy, let me take you to a clinic.

Learn to drive!

Dude! You scared me.

What was that about?

That guy was following you.

I know you're not a journalist, okay?

Tell me the truth, or this conversation is over.

- If you're not a cop, why are you armed? - I drive a taxi, and I'm a woman.

Isn't that enough of a reason to carry a weapon?

Look.

I know things about you too.

For example, I know you were there on the day of the San Marzino massacre.

Are you sure?

Just a guess.

Are you saying you don't remember? I'm not buying that story.

I don't buy your story either.

97 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

Those are the guys who tortured your father.

Jorge Ocampo Piedrahíta

and Rodrigo Azuero Giraldo.

They're both alive.

IN MEMORY OF

Subtitle translation by: Rob Bell