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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS.

THE NIGHT OF THE MASSACRE

The Parmesan, chef.

- Put it in the fridge and help me. - This is for table 11.

- This dough has been sitting too long. - Table four.

Thank you.

- Do you need anything else? - No, thank you.

- Enjoy your meal. - Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your attention, please?

- I need three fettuccines, al dente. - I have something to say.

I need servers.

- I have tiramisus, soups, and pastas here. - Ready, chef!

FUGUE STATE 1986

25 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

One to go in,

and another to come back out.

An intense journey, my friend.

I still don't remember everything.

You'll start to remember, little by little.

You opened the door and let the shadow out.

Don't fight it.

Stay strong.

No one can accompany you on this journey.

León? It's me.

Open the door.

Doña Ruth said you were in there.

León, are you okay?

Do you need help?

I came to say goodbye.

Take care.

Tell me the truth, Dad.

Was I with you when they took you?

Why don't I remember that day?

Dad, I need to know.

I've started to remember things,

but I need to know what happened.

Did they torture us both?

Camilo?

How many days were we there? How long? Tell me.

Camilo, open the door.

- Recognize them? Was it these bastards? - Open the door.

Do you recognize them, Dad? Because I know where they live.

- Open the door, damn it! - Mom, what's going on?

- Get the key from my nightstand. Quickly. - Okay.

Talk to me. What did they do?

What did they do to us? Tell me, Dad!

Do you recognize them? Was it these motherfuckers?

- Was it them who took you? Tell me, Dad! - Camilo!

Camilo, open the door!

Quick! Hurry!

Tell me what they did to us. Was it these motherfuckers?

- Dad! Calm down! - Camilo!

What are you doing?

Camilo, open up!

Stop!

Stop it, Dad!

Stop!

- Dad. - Camilo!

- What did you do, Camilo? - Nothing!

Call an ambulance!

- You don't live here anymore. - Calm down.

Everything was fine. Why couldn't you leave him alone?

Elena, wait.

Wait a moment. Can we talk?

I'm sorry. I...

I need you. Do you know that?

You know how important you are to me, don't you?

And...

You know that, well, this happens to me sometimes.

I... I get a bit confused, and...

- You know? But it wasn't a big deal. - No.

And it wasn't a big deal?

León, you hurt me.

And I've tried to help you in so many different ways,

but I don't recognize you anymore.

I look at you, and you're not you anymore.

What happened with the university?

I was suspended.

And your dream of being a writer?

Is that still what you want?

You made it very clear, Elena. It's best if no one reads my stories.

That's what you think I said?

Then, León, I'm not the one who can help you.

16 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

Good morning, Lucía.

Good morning.

I brought the editor the international translations.

And the crosswords.

I've never been able to finish one of your crosswords.

They're so hard!

And...

And this is for you.

For me?

Thank you.

How come?

Frankenstein?

The other day, on the bulletin board,

I saw that it was your birthday.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Well...

Have a good day.

Wouldn't you prefer to give the envelope to the editor yourself?

Wait and we'll see. Have a seat.

Sir, I have Mr. Salgado here.

He has some envelopes to deliver to you personally.

Should I send him in?

Yes, sir.

No, don't worry. I'll let him know.

No problem.

He'll be with you in five minutes.

Told you.

A coffee while you wait?

Yes. Thank you.

Lucía?

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Good evening, Diego.

Please, go ahead.

Your table is ready, as you requested.

Thank you very much.

Would you like a drink, or would you prefer to wait for the lady?

Best to wait, don't you think?

That sounds perfect. Excuse me.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Lucía!

Hi!

I'm always telling my cousin,

"Sure, working at the newspaper is cool,"

but it's really hard.

Everyone has huge egos.

Well, not everyone.

Not Jeremías.

He's the most laid back out of everyone, aren't you?

Because...

Well, to be honest, Jeremías, Fabiana has it rough.

Yes, we work long hours at the newspaper,

but the hours she has to work at that furniture factory are crazy.

Aren't they?

They're... normal.

Same as everyone.

No, it's not normal.

It's really tough for you. I can vouch for that. Of course it is.

And the book you gave me?

She has it.

She loves it. It's her favorite book.

She's read it... what, was it five times, you said?

And the crosswords. She's obsessed.

She's so good at them.

I'm going to the bathroom.

- Lucita... - What?

Don't you think Jeremías seems angry?

No, that's just what he's like. He's kind of serious.

Really?

Your check, Don Jeremías.

Thank you.

How was everything?

I've been here before, ages ago,

and honestly, I loved it.

Even better than last time.

Excellent. I'm happy to hear it.

Thank you very much, Don Jeremías.

Don Jeremías, I'm very sorry, but we have a problem.

We've run out of carbon paper,

and as you always pay by credit card,

we won't be able to process the transaction today.

But since you're a regular, if it's convenient for you,

you can pay tomorrow.

Are you sure it's not a problem, Diego?

I'm sure, Don Jeremías. No problem at all.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

- Your coat. - Thank you.

I'll get your coats.

- Excuse me. - Thank you.

Well...

Should we call a taxi?

We can all go together.

That way, you can see where my cousin lives.

I prefer to walk.

Good night.

You always get like this.

You... Don't touch me.

You always get like this. Your whole family's the same.

With your innocent face and sad eyes. It's always the same with you.

Let me speak!

Get off me!

Sebastián!

Write a letter to anyone you want.

Who, though?

I don't know. The first person that comes to mind.

- Everything okay? - Thank you. Yes.

Thank you, Doña Nidia.

How do you say "idiota"?

No, wait.

Write...

"Fucking" with "ck."

That's it.

Love is always like torture.

Baudelaire said it well.

Even when two people are deeply in love

and filled with desire for each other,

one of them is always calmer

or less consumed than the other.

Why are you telling me this?

So you can think carefully about which group you want to be in.

I've brought you my thesis.

I want you to read it.

It's about a writer who is a murderer.

And look.

What's that?

A new job.

Congratulations!

Does that mean you can't keep teaching me?

Never. How could you think that?

I'll always be here, right on time.

Okay, keep going.

8 DAYS AFTER THE MASSACRE

Yes, sir. I'll let her know.

Ma'am, you can go in.

A psychologist by trade. Divorced.

A teenage son, Nicolás, who lives with his father.

Ten years as a forensics expert

for the National Directorate of Criminal Instruction.

You were suspended years ago

for disclosing confidential information about a patient to help solve a case.

No, thanks.

For three years, you had an extramarital affair

with Officer Antonio Mora.

Is that why I'm here, to talk about my private life?

I didn't know infidelity was a matter of government interest.

I met Salgado years ago in the United States,

in the US Army.

Over the past few weeks, Salgado's behavior has been erratic.

Paranoia, talk of conspiracy theories.

When we realized he was completely unstable,

dangerous, I'd say, we started following him.

That's how we learned about his friendship with Camilo León, his disciple.

If you suspected he'd do what he did, why didn't you stop him?

We couldn't have known what his plan was.

But you can still stop Camilo León.

I can't stop anyone. I'm not a police officer.

But you're a psychologist.

And if you didn't suspect León was involved in Salgado's plans,

you wouldn't be using Polanía to obtain information

about a case that is officially closed.

Why don't you just tell me what it is you're proposing?

Let's put it this way.

If you let León go, despite knowing about his collusion with Salgado,

it'll be on you when he pulls a San Marzino of his own.

Have a good day.

When your friend León's room was broken into,

the thief found some interesting items.

This may help to change your mind.

Do you think I'm stupid enough to listen to a complete stranger

who is more or less asking me to get rid of León?

Because, apparently, he's dangerous. Thanks, brother.

Those guys think that Jeremías gave León some confidential information.

- He hasn't said anything to you? - No.

The kid has blackouts. Dissociative amnesia.

How convenient. What a pair! Turns out the fucker's crazy.

Weren't you the one telling me I'm a badass psychologist?

Do you think I'd let myself be fooled by a patient?

He's not your patient.

Or your friend.

Or your son.

Indira, all of us,

at some point, at least once,

let ourselves be fooled.

What? Are you going to chicken out? Not ready to open Pandora's box?

Take a look at that.

And this.

They're colleagues of mine.

Why does your friend León have these?

Good morning.

"Letting her soul boil in the Phlegethon,

then inviting her father to sail its rivers of blood."

My stories.

"The strange pleasure of ending a young woman's innocence."

"He imagines the sorrow in her father's eyes

when he discovers his daughter is no stranger to cruelty."

"The pain multiplies."

"I am the beast."

- What is that? - That's what I'd like to know.

What is this?

Did you two plan the San Marzino massacre together?

- Give me that. - "That" what?

What is it that you want? Your notebook?

Your notebook of stories, as you call it?

With notes from Jeremías.

His handwriting.

I never gave that notebook to Jeremías. He must have taken it from my room--

"This city deserves someone

who will remind them that nothing

growing here will ever bear good fruit."

"Let them wake up. They've been asleep for too long."

"I can't wait for the fireworks."

Did the two of you use this to fuel your disturbed ideas?

No.

No, that was an exercise.

It was an exercise for the Crimes Club.

I never thought it could be real.

I...

I...

Do you think it doesn't torment me?

Knowing that I could have done something?

That Jeremías told me in every possible way,

and I didn't listen?

- I'm not sure if you're innocent anymore. - Nor am I, Indira.

That's the problem.

It's all weighing on me.

Every single person Jeremías killed.

Yes, but this darkness didn't come to you overnight, brother.

Let's see.

When did the violence begin?

When Jeremías took me to the mountain.

But on that day, I also thought our friendship was over.

But you reconciled.

This letter proves it.

"I would be lying,

as I have lied before when someone didn't deserve the truth..."

"...if I told you I didn't know where I was taking you

that day on the mountain."

"I wanted to confront you with your own courage, León."

"Because no man discovers his strength without understanding fear."

"My way of thanking you for your presence in my solitary existence

is to prepare you for the catastrophe that is coming."

"So that, together, we can be the exterminating angel."

Don Jeremías, your check.

Thank you for the other night, Diego.

Don't mention it, Don Jeremías.

It was my pleasure.

That's what I owe you.

That's for today.

And your tip.

Thank you very much, Don Jeremías.

Young man, how are you? Go ahead.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Thank you for coming, León.

Don't expect good company.

Why did you take me to the mountain?

It was part of your training, León.

I need you to be prepared.

For the war you always talk about?

You see all these people?

Take a good look.

Here they are,

sitting around, wasting time with their trivial conversations

while chaos reigns outside.

That's why someone has to come

and show these miserable wretches how little they contribute to the world.

That person needs to sacrifice themselves to shake them up,

like Jesus of Nazareth.

Jeremías...

I want revenge.

It's eating away at me.

I want Ocampo to suffer like he made me and my family suffer.

You're not alone, León.

Revenge against Ocampo is just the beginning.

What's this?

Open it.

It's a much bigger plan.

One that I have in mind for the two of us.

But first things first.

You need to face the ghosts of your past.

You still can.

My dad was an agricultural engineer.

Before he was abducted, he worked as a consultant for dairy farms.

The first Sunday of every month, we'd take a trip, just the two of us.

We'd go camping on a property we had near Tabio.

I think it happened on the way there.

INTERCITY SERVICE

What's that?

Fragments of memories.

Are they cows? In some kind of enclosure?

Sir, is there a milking shed around here? Or somewhere with a lot of cows?

Yes, at Don William's. The green gate. At the back.

- Yes, on the corner. - Thank you.

- Take care. - Thank you.

Do you recognize it or not?

Stop it!

Don't hit my dad!

Leave him alone!

No!

Stop it!

Let my dad go!

- Let the child go. - The child stays.

Please.

Stop it!

Come on, León.

It's okay.

No...

Those motherfuckers.

Those motherfuckers.

I know.

They have to pay.

They'll all have to pay.

And you both became filled with rage.

The rage was already there.

For Jeremías, for never finding his place in the world.

And for me, because mine was shattered when I was a child.

Look, León. Neither of you are victims.

You created that story together,

like in a game of exquisite corpse.

It's a map.

The tables.

The location.

It was in your house.

It's a plan for the massacre.

I took it without thinking, Indira.

- My mind was on something else. - What was that?

Fucking hell, León. What was it?

Tell me, damn it! You're exhausting.

What was on your mind?

Don't move.

Not even an inch, you hear me?

Hello?

The guy you met with is Major Guillermo Perea.

He works in military intelligence.

He used to meet with Jeremías in an office downtown.

- What did they discuss? - That I don't know.

What I did find out

is that the files on Jeremías aren't closed.

They're classified. Do you understand?

It seems that when he was in the United States,

he was part of an experimental project. There's no record of it.

Just rumors.

Apparently, the US Army was using psychology

as a weapon.

So a lot of those soldiers were subjected to hypnosis,

sensory deprivation, electroshock therapy, torture.

They lit the fuse in the US, and the guy came back here and exploded.

Look, take a deep breath because it gets worse.

Do you remember those files

that we found among León's things?

For the guys I recognized as F2 agents.

Yes. Are they related to this case?

Those two motherfuckers

were the ones who tortured Leon's father.

I'm guessing he didn't tell you that,

and I'm also guessing he didn't confess that he, León,

was following the daughter of one of those guys.

One... Teresa Ocampo, her name is.

She's a girl, a teenager.

Well, that girl has gone missing,

and guess who the prime suspect is?

What did you do with the girl?

And don't tell me you don't know her.

"Teresa is dead."

Jeremías wasn't looking for a friend.

He was looking for an accomplice.

I keep having dreams where I do terrible things.

I know those dreams.

I was in your room. I read your stories. They're very good. It's going well.

I was happy to learn that you're a truly great writer.

Realizing that the best way to torture Ocampo

is to make his daughter suffer

is an idea as brilliant as your story.

I can write what I'd like to do to Ocampo, but I can't do it in real life.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to restore order to the world.

I can help you get revenge on Ocampo by using Teresa.

- She's a child. - So what?

Children inherit the sins of the father.

It's in the Bible.

"I am Jehovah, your God,

strong,

jealous,

who visits the sins of fathers upon their children

up to the third and fourth generations of those who hate me."

Innocent children don't exist, if that's what's worrying you.

Believe me.

The perfect crime does exist.

I love flowers too.

What's your favorite?

I like gardenias a lot,

but my favorite flower is the daisy because it's the prettiest.

Subtitle translation by: Rob Bell