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Authorities are currently investigating the cause of a fire

that broke out a few hours ago in Chapinero.

The fire, which started in the afternoon at a home on Seventh Street...

Several forensics vehicles have just arrived at the scene.

An official report is expected shortly.

There are rumors that at least one body has been found inside the property.

THE NIGHT OF THE MASSACRE

FUGUE STATE 1986

So what was the plan? What were you going to do to the girl?

- I only wanted to scare Ocampo. - By kidnapping his daughter?

Fucking idiots. You must be really stupid!

9 DAYS AFTER THE MASSACRE

All this time

you knew about Teresa's disappearance, and you didn't say anything.

I couldn't remember.

- I thought-- - You kidnapped the child of an F2 agent!

Is this a game to you?

You're a suspect. They're looking for you.

And they're not like me.

You think they're going to buy all your stories and lies?

They'll skin you alive.

Very slowly.

What they did to your dad is nothing.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where is she?

I don't know.

I don't know.

- Where the fuck is she, León, you bastard? - I don't know.

What did you do to her? Fuck, León!

She's a child!

Fuck!

I don't know. I...

Motherfucker!

Bastard.

Hi, Mario.

Yeah, it's me.

Tell your people I know where León is.

No, since the idiot won't talk.

What?

Yes.

Talk to Guillermo.

Yes, I'm willing to turn him in.

Please, don't turn me in.

I'll tell you everything I know.

So you do know, do you?

Parts.

Yes.

If you kill me, you'll never find the girl.

Don't do anything yet.

What did you do to her?

And what's a daisy?

The daisy is the yellow and white one with lots of little petals.

- Do you have a herbarium as well? - Yes.

Yes.

3 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

So you're his dad, are you?

No, we're classmates at the university.

No, tell her the truth. We're friends.

Okay, we're friends.

Aren't you too old for university?

Let's go and see the herbarium.

Do you glue them as well?

- Teresa! - Yes.

- Really? - My collection is very...

Hey, someone's calling you. Go.

- Weren't we going to see the herbarium? - Later.

Later.

Who were they?

Some friends.

Look. I'm going to show it to my dad.

- Do you like it? - Yes.

Look.

- Are you drinking today? - Today, yes.

- Yeah? - Today is a very special day.

Look, Jeremías, I wanted to say,

don't mention anything to my mom about what we're doing.

Would you like more? Do you like it?

It's my mom's favorite recipe. Lasagna Bolognese is her specialty.

You said you like pasta, and my mom makes the best pasta in the world.

And she got out the good china for you. That's never been brought out for me.

- Camilo. - It's true.

Thank you, ma'am. It's delicious.

Camilo talks about you a lot.

It seems you both share a love of literature.

Do you want to be a writer too? Or are you one already?

No.

I'm more of a reader.

And, excuse me, a very good reader.

Because I think it's actually easier to be a writer than to be a good reader.

Because, as a writer, you can, I don't know, invent things,

but as a reader, you're on your own, faced with the text,

and if you don't understand it, you can't fool anyone, can you?

Sorry about the mess.

I didn't have time to arrange them.

My dad loved Christmas.

Loves it.

Loves it.

Why didn't he join us today?

He just didn't.

He was a bit tired this morning.

Thank you.

That's plenty.

What's that? Lemon mousse? My favorite.

Thanks, Mom.

And thanks for lunch, for having us over, for everything.

You know this is your home.

Does that mean you've forgiven me?

Your dad's much better now. That's all that matters.

Yes, but at some point, we have to talk about what happened.

That's not the way to confront your dad, Camilo.

But let's not ruin lunch, okay?

Why didn't you tell me I was with Dad when they took him?

When the two of you were found, you didn't remember anything.

You were a child.

Why would I want to make you relive that nightmare?

I was going to remember at some point, Mom.

I hoped you wouldn't.

The psychiatrist told me that some things are so traumatic

that people never remember.

- It's like-- - That's why I have blackouts, Mom.

The truth is always better than being sick.

That's the problem, Camilo.

The truth isn't always better.

I wanted to protect you.

Or maybe you didn't want me to remember

because you wanted to protect yourself

from the truth, that you have a fucked-up son.

Don't say that. It's not true.

What else have you kept from me? I don't know what to believe.

Was Dad really taken by mistake? Because they thought he was someone else?

That's what you said, or is that a lie too?

The people who took him didn't care about anything.

They wanted to torture someone and happened to cross paths with you.

- Did they think I was someone else too? - No.

Don't be afraid.

I'm a friend of your son.

Jeremías Salgado.

I didn't know you liked to do crosswords.

May I?

"Pandemonium."

I'm the one who does the crosswords for the newspaper.

I create them. Those are my crosswords.

Do you know why I like doing crosswords so much?

Because I feel that, to some extent, crosswords are a lot like life.

Although it seems like the words are completely separate,

in reality, everything is interconnected.

One letter links to another.

And, in the end, when the grid is complete,

there's always a message that's revealed.

The word.

I connected with your son through words.

"When God created all things, the word was there."

"Nothing was made without the word."

But after the word comes the action.

I'm going to help your son take revenge.

To ensure justice is served.

Everyone will have to pay, Don Samuel.

And I promise you that the wound we're going to inflict

will be so deep that the bleeding will never stop.

Never.

You have a future.

Remember your dream of being a writer.

Go back to university, please.

How did you know?

- Your friend Elena. - Right.

She's worried about you.

- Is that why you invited Jeremías? - No.

- Because of Elena. - That's not why.

It's because we want the best for you.

Jeremías, let's go.

- Jeremías? - Where is he?

I've already located them. Both of them.

Like an exterminating angel.

Go.

What are you doing in here?

I was just saying hello.

Please leave.

I really didn't mean to intrude.

Come on.

What were you doing in my dad's study? What did you say to him?

Nothing. I was helping him with one of my crosswords.

I didn't know he liked them.

Why didn't you ask me?

I know. I'm sorry.

I thought you wanted me to meet him.

I did, but not like this, and not without my mom's permission.

But I'm glad I met him.

There's still a kind of strength within your father,

and he's lucky to still have people who take care of him.

I believe that we, as sons, owe a debt to our fathers

who we lost unfairly.

How did you lose yours?

He couldn't bear being betrayed.

A memorable day.

It was quite a spectacle.

At least you could bury yours. What am I supposed to do?

How do you bury someone who isn't dead?

What your father needs is for justice to be served.

Let's go to my place, and I'll show you what I've been thinking about.

The date is getting closer.

- Come in. - Thanks.

Carmenza goes to the market at this time of day, so we're alone.

You don't call her Mom?

Who said she's my mom?

What do you mean? You did.

Follow me.

This is my room.

My certificates.

"The scene was terrifying."

"Walls covered in blood."

"Pieces of brain tissue on the floor and ceiling."

"Mother and daughters, dead and dismembered."

It took ten months to solve the case. I chose it for today's session.

What do you think?

No.

We have a better one.

"The girl's eyes were filled with blood,

and in that final, untaken breath,

I unleash all the horror my father was subjected to."

It's time to put your plan with Teresa into action, León.

The girl's routine is always the same.

She leaves school at 1:00 p.m., the maid picks her up,

and they go straight home.

However, Thursdays are an exception.

The girl has to wait at a corner store to be picked up.

That's our only chance, León.

You can bury a dead person, but a missing person?

A missing person puts your life on hold.

- I don't understand. Who's going missing? - First, we go after the girl.

Once we've executed your plan, we move on to mine.

I've been analyzing several options,

but the important thing is that we think

about the impact we want to create. Understand?

That's what's important.

Hold it confidently.

- Load it. - No, wait.

What plan?

The plan that you wrote.

That's literature, Jeremías.

"Literature."

We've been preparing for this moment.

- Load it! - No!

I only want to use Teresa to send a message to Ocampo.

I don't know, to take him an envelope with photos of my dad

so he knows that I know what he did.

You know? To scare him.

Make him terrified his daughter might see him for the monster he is.

This is no time for half measures.

Let them tremble, León!

- Cleanse their filth with their own blood. - She's a child, Jeremías!

She's innocent.

You were innocent too. Look what they did to you.

Don't worry.

Fear is normal.

It's normal.

It takes courage to be a killer or a writer.

I'm neither of those things.

But you could be both.

Look, I...

I don't know what you're talking about. I don't understand.

- But I'm not going to kill anybody. - Look. Let me explain.

The first death is always the hardest,

but you get used to it.

You become familiar with death, almost as if...

almost as if death ends up becoming a necessity.

Yeah?

You know what? You've gone mad.

So forget about Teresa, forget about Ocampo, forget about my dad.

The Crimes Club ends here, and you know what?

This is why no one wants to be around you.

Wait a minute.

One moment.

One moment, sir!

I didn't invest all this time training you for you to go soft on me now.

No, sir!

A soldier never betrays his unit!

Coward!

Let go of me.

If you can't do it, I will.

No one comes back from death, León.

Never.

Jeremías, for God's sake!

Let León go!

Ah, so you've met.

You almost killed that boy.

When did you meet?

What are you talking about?

I know you. You called him León.

You're always so paranoid.

The only friend you've ever managed to make,

and he's running for his life?

Why can't you be normal?

Because I take after you! Why else?

Yes, of course.

It's always my fault!

It was your fault Dad killed himself, or have you forgotten?

I'm not talking about that.

Was it so hard for you to resist the urge to fornicate

that you had to go out and sleep with half the town?

Let go of me, Jeremías.

You could have at least charged, you old freeloader,

but you couldn't even do the job of a whore.

Show some respect!

Forgive me!

Forgive me, Jeremías!

I didn't mean to hit you. Please forgive me!

What's up, León?

I need a gun.

To kill yourself?

Be careful, man.

Mess up the shot and you'll end up brain damaged.

A vegetable.

I know all about this. I've studied it.

Help me.

What are you mixed up in, León?

This is mine.

My plan B for when everything goes to shit.

León, if you carry a gun, you have to be prepared to use it.

Hello?

Nidia, it's me, Carmenza.

- Do you remember what I told you? - Yes, of course.

Have you made up your mind?

Yes, I'm absolutely sure now.

I can't go on living with him.

Nidia, I need you to do me the favor I asked of you

because tomorrow, I'm traveling to Cali

to go and live with my sister.

So I'll call you tomorrow morning.

- Yes, don't worry. - Yes.

- We'll talk tomorrow. - Well, good night.

- Good night. Get some rest. - Thank you.

Son...

See you in hell, Mom.

I am Legion.

I am Legion.

I am Legion.

Hello?

Hi.

I can't talk now. I'm busy.

Come on.

I don't want to leave things like this,

for everything to go to shit.

Let's meet up. Let's talk.

Mr. Hyde is on the loose.

It'll be down to you to tell the story.

What story?

Let's meet tomorrow at two o'clock at San Marzino.

I am Legion.

I am Legion.

- I am Legion. - I am Legion.

I am Legion.

- I am Legion. - Don't hit my dad!

- I am Legion. - Let my dad go!

THE DAY OF THE MASSACRE

Is it that bad?

No, it can't be that bad.

You haven't learned a single thing in all this time, have you?

Of course I have.

Were you in a rush or something?

Or did you want me to correct it, as usual?

No.

Do you realize I always end up doing your homework?

Always.

I'm tired of this.

What about my thesis?

Did you read it or not?

Did you read it or not? Look at me!

Did you read it or not?

Go and get it, then.

Go and get it!

Cristina?

Cristina?

What happened? What did you say to her?

Nothing...

Nothing happened. I didn't say anything.

Don't talk like that in this house, especially not to her.

Show some respect.

Treat my daughter with respect, not how you treat your mother.

Cristina!

No!

No!

- Cristina! - Help!

Mom!

Help!

Good afternoon, young man. What would you like?

Tomato soup?

"Misery is manifold."

"The wretchedness of earth is multiform."

"How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?"

"From the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow?"

How many years have I been coming to this house?

And when did you ever ask me what I thought

or what I wanted

or who I was?

"But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good,

so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born."

People don't listen, Nidia.

People don't see.

People don't understand.

People never pay attention...

until they are forced.

Until they are forced to start to see,

to start to hear,

to start to understand.

"Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of today,

or the agonies which are

have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been."

Edgar Allan Poe.

Enjoy this moment, Cristina, because it's unique.

Being so close to the last breath is unique.

I will give you the gift of a memorable death.

I don't want you to be in any doubt about that.

When Jeremías didn't show up,

I made a decision.

To go to Ocampo's house and warn him.

To tell him the truth.

That I'd been investigating him and following his daughter.

And that I now believed someone was going to harm her.

Where the fuck is my daughter?

That's when I realized Jeremías had kept his word,

and he had taken the girl.

Where?

I swear I went to look for her.

I swear.

All I could think about was that this girl,

Teresa...

Teresa!

...was going to suffer in all the ways I had imagined.

Teresa!

And it was my fault.

Jeremías!

But the worst part was when I discovered

that it was too late.

Subtitle translation by: Rob Bell