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It's just that he...

went away to a lake for two years, by himself.

- That's where he wrote Walden. - Not this again.

Mention the American, and I'll lose it.

Hey, not "the American."

Show some respect. He's the great Henry David Thoreau.

Would you go with me?

We're already here.

I mean further. And never come back.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

It sounds nice.

Know what sounds better?

What?

POEMS

- No! - Yes.

Yes, a poem by the great Henry David Thoreau.

Listen.

"In some withdrawn, unpublic mead

Let me sigh upon a reed

Or in the woods, with leafy din..."

Hey.

- You... - I've heard it a million times.

I'll read it a million more. Listen.

What do you want?

I can't take it anymore.

I can't.

I want to be alone, damn it.

Are you breaking up with me?

- I hate that you look at me like that! - What?

You look at me with pity. Like everyone else.

Get out of here!

María.

What's the matter? What's going on?

THE CRYSTAL CUCKOO

See you later.

- Clara. - Hey.

How are you feeling?

After your mom's breakfast, great.

Good. I'm glad.

I walked out of the house and found this.

The village goes all out for the festival.

See? People really get into it.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I just wanted to show you something. It might be nothing, but...

Yesterday I saw this video of your brother on María's profile.

Those are the exact same movements the guy in the woods was making.

I don't know. It's weird.

I don't know how he's connected to the guy in the woods.

Yeah, me neither, but the moves are too unusual

for it to be a coincidence.

I never saw him do that.

- I'll tell Rafa and see what he thinks. - Okay.

So, what's there to do here?

People are heading to the forest.

The festival starts with a meeting of souls and saviors.

- It's interesting. - Okay.

I'll meet you there if you want. We're going soon.

Sure.

- See you there. - Okay.

- Enjoy the festival. - Thanks.

- Bye. - See you.

Leave me alone!

- Let's go home. - I've never missed a Tamborada.

- Am I gonna...? - Then do whatever you want.

Of course I will...

I don't care.

- The Cat's acting up. - Must be drunk already.

- Hey. - Hi.

I accepted your friend request. We're officially besties now.

Yeah.

Hey, do you know him?

Yeah, he's Ramón Caballero.

Carlos really liked him.

He'd stop by his house. They'd talk for hours.

Ramón Caballero.

From The Secret History of Yesques?

Yeah. How did you know?

I saw his book in Carlos's room. It was full of notes.

He got to Carlos with the whole thing about conspiracies and disappearances.

- Why do you ask? - No reason.

Hey, María...

On your profile, I saw a video of Carlos...

We'll talk about it later. Look, we're here.

What are they?

Wandering souls.

Of people who got lost in the woods.

So, what video did you watch?

One of Carlos.

- Check, please. - Just a second.

Here it is.

How is she? Did she sleep well?

Yeah. Look at her. She's happy.

Didn't notice a thing.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Tell your son to get on it.

They just sit around all day, doing nothing.

- Dad, stop. - No.

No, I won't. They took my granddaughter.

And nobody's doing anything about it.

Do you remember ever seeing my brother doing this?

- Well... - Rafael!

Oof! Chelo.

- What's up, Chelo? - Aren't you playing?

- Best leave it to the young, right? - You were so good.

Anything else?

Yeah. I know who took the baby.

Who?

- His father, Miguel Ferrer. - Drop it, Chelo. Come on.

- Your father's alive, in the woods. - Enough, please.

You won't listen. Soon it'll be too late.

Enjoy the Tamborada, Chelo.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Do you know who might have taught him?

Why are you so interested?

No reason. It just caught my attention.

He called it a flapping of wings.

- Flapping of wings? - Yeah, the thing on the video.

Carlos went into the woods almost every day.

He never let me tag along.

One time, I asked if he got bored there, and he said,

"No, because I go there to learn."

Carlos was... a weird guy.

That's what drew me to him.

You can open your eyes now.

Don't move.

We're almost done.

That's it. You're doing great.

Just great, champ.

The tests went really well.

He's stable. Now we just need to wait.

How long?

About a week. What matters now is staying calm.

- Okay? - Okay. Thank you.

Gabriel took a leave of absence.

- He left the school. - Where did he go?

No idea.

He must've gone somewhere or given an explanation.

He said he was depressed after his wife's death.

- I get that. - Yeah. Thanks, Joaquín.

- You're welcome. Bye. - Bye.

I just spoke with Carlos's doctor.

- The specialist. He's gone. - Yeah, I saw him. What'd he say?

That it's too soon to know.

Hey, where were you last night?

I already told you, Marta.

- We got a call from headquarters. - So you were out until 2:00 a.m.?

Okay, good night, buddy.

Good night.

How are you?

It hurts a little.

Does it hurt here?

Am I sick?

We don't know yet.

The doctors are checking it out.

But you're gonna get better. That's for sure.

We're all here to make sure you do.

You're gonna be as strong as the Hulk.

- I love you. - Love you too.

I love you.

Go to sleep now. I'll turn off the light.

I'll leave the door open.

Juan?

What is it?

- Am I gonna die? - No way.

You're my brother. I'll protect you, okay?

Okay.

And if you have a sickness, I'll punch it in the face.

Okay.

I won't let anything bad happen to you ever. Promise.

Good night.

Night.

- Also? - Yeah, that too.

- Good for hangovers too? - Yeah, it's great.

Hey!

- A toast. - Okay.

Thank you.

So? How did you find Juan?

- Fine. - Who? The little one? Fine.

He was calm. No trouble at all.

Well, I mean...

Let's be honest here.

What?

Him being a Real Madrid fan...

- Such a Barcelona fanatic. - Really...

- You can't get over that, huh? - No, I don't get what went wrong there.

How'd it go at the hospital? Did they say anything?

No.

They said they'll call when they have a diagnosis,

but even the word alone is terrifying.

But they haven't said anything?

Hey, your uncle left the school without a word?

It isn't the first time. He's impulsive like that.

Luisa's burial is in the Basque Country. Maybe he went.

Oh, please! He didn't even show when the funeral home people arrived.

Your uncle's a piece of work.

Yup. A real character.

Totally.

Patricia, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Sounds kind of mysterious, but shoot.

About my sister, what do you think happened?

- To your sister? - Yeah.

What's this about?

Well... I talked to you two already. I know what you think.

- But you and I haven't. - No, we haven't discussed it.

I was just a kid. It was a long time ago.

Miguel, I...

I know what they said.

That my sister left with an older guy. Because she was a slut.

No. Nobody said that she was a...

I didn't say that.

No one said "slut."

- It's what they said. - They did. We didn't.

If you're still saying the same thing now, you're repeating it.

It's just what we were told.

It makes no sense to act like it's some big conspiracy.

I understand it's hard.

And I'm sorry. But that's it.

- Well, we all have our views, right? - Miguel, enough.

Sorry.

Another beer?

- No, I'm good. - Yeah, I'll have one. Thanks.

I cleaned up downstairs.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

When you make that face, I can tell you're thinking.

Don't be silly.

Your mind's going a mile a minute.

I can see it.

Miguel.

We need you here with us.

I need you.

Tell me what's going on.

You brought up your sister at dinner. It was really uncomfortable.

Why?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

I mean, if my sister...

If my sister was seeing an older man...

But that's what they said. Rumors, as you said.

- If she was seeing an older man... - Okay.

...maybe that man did something to her.

But you have no way of knowing.

- Look at the photo. Look. - What?

I bet you didn't notice the pendant.

- No. - Is it her style?

- It isn't, right? - It isn't.

It isn't, dammit!

So, if she didn't buy it, it's a gift.

Honey, your sister left because she couldn't take your father.

And if she was seeing someone from here, why hide it?

I don't know.

What if that person was Gabriel Durán?

Why would it be him?

I don't know.

Calm down.

Coming.

Hello.

- What brings you here? - Huh?

- Did something happen to my son? - No, he's fine.

- I'm just here to see you. - Oh, okay.

- Come on in. - Okay.

I don't know what to say. I don't know where my brother Gabriel is.

Why do you want to know?

The fire. It's about the insurance. He won't take my calls.

It's been... years since we talked.

- I'm sorry. - Don't worry.

- Can I ask you a question? - Sure, ask away.

I might even answer.

Why don't you talk to Gabriel?

I've always wanted to keep my son out of this.

I never let his uncle get close to him.

Ever.

Why?

Why are you here, Miguel? Tell me the truth.

It's about my sister.

When all this happened with Gabriel's wife...

I keep thinking about what happened to my sister.

Either I'm on to something, or I'm losing my mind, Raquel.

So...

Do you know if Gabriel was involved with my sister?

No. I don't know. Besides, that was a long time ago.

I wasn't speaking to my brother then.

I'd stopped talking to him.

Raquel.

Wait here.

I don't want Rafa to know what I'm going to tell you.

And I'll never mention this again.

- Ever, Miguel. - You have my word.

He must have been 15 or 16 when he drew these.

It's the only thing of his I've kept.

And look.

- Who is she? - Sara Garrone.

My brother was only happy in the woods.

He met Sara there.

She was an Italian painter. Kind of a hippie.

She came to the village and rented a house in the woods.

She always said my brother was really talented.

She wanted to teach him to paint.

Then one day, she took her things and left without saying goodbye.

What happened?

Almost 30 years went by, and one day I saw this in the paper.

ITALIAN FAMILY STILL SEARCHING FOR SARA GARRONE

She also went missing in the '60s.

When I saw this, I knew my brother had done something to her.

Jesus.

Why?

Because I know how Gabriel treats women.

All women.

My brother... left exactly

one day after your sister disappeared.

Whether he's involved or not, I don't...

Where'd you get it? Why didn't you have it yesterday?

- There's a fight. - Tell me!

- Tell me where you got it! - Let him go!

- I don't want to! Bastard! - Stop.

Stop it. Stop it now!

- Braulio! - What's going on, Paco?

- That guy is nuts. - That drunk took my granddaughter!

- That's a lie! - Paco, enough!

When your grandkid was found, Paco was at home.

- He was with me. - Yeah, I was.

- He was staggering around there. - Shut up!

- Rafa, take him away. - Scum! Son of a bitch!

- You okay? - I know it was you!

You're trash!

- I didn't do a thing. - You okay?

Yeah, just great.

That's it.

Come on, Dad.

- Let's go to the couch. Here. - Look what he did to me.

- Dad. - I had my new jacket on.

- It's okay. - Come, Dad. Let's lie down.

Did you see what he did to my jacket?

- I've got his legs. - Okay. Sure.

- Come on, Dad. - That jerk...

Watch your head.

He tore my... my jacket.

DISULFIRAM 250 MG HARD CAPSULES

- Thanks. - It's no problem.

How long has he been trying to get sober?

Four years.

- I'm going back in. - Of course.

- Thanks for the help. - You're welcome.

- Bye. We'll talk soon. - Bye.

Excuse me.

I don't mean to be rude. I saw you earlier at the festival.

I'm Clara.

I know. From Madrid.

Can we talk?

About what?

Carlos.

I was told you spent a lot of time with Carlos.

I did. He was a good kid. Special.

He was passionate about the history of this area. Like me.

Right. So you talked about history?

Yeah.

Carlos wasn't interested in the distant past of this village.

He was interested in its recent history. Ever heard of Silvia Luna?

Yeah.

The girl who disappeared almost 20 years ago?

Carlos's father disappeared just days later.

Exactly.

I've researched this village for years, and there have always been disappearances.

But in those years, there was a surge.

An unusual increase in disappearances for such a small town.

How unusual?

Eleven people in 30 years.

Eleven people missing, and no one's investigated it?

There's no pattern. Carlos thought he'd find one.

That all those incidents, including his dad's, would be related.

Did he find it?

I'll never know.

A few weeks before the...

Carlos took copies of some of my files.

To research something.

That's what he said.

I don't know what he did with them.

Osteogenesis imperfecta.

Marta, Miguel...

It's not good news.

It's a chronic bone disease related to collagen deficiency.

That explains his fractures.

I don't understand. What does that mean?

There's no cure?

There must be something you can do.

Currently, we can only treat the symptoms.

- I'm sorry. - No.

Are you saying my son... will never lead a normal life...

like other kids, and there's nothing we can do?

It's not about keeping him in a protective bubble.

Our goal is to make sure he can live as normally as possible.

How?

Hey, you back there.

Tonight you're choosing dinner. What do you want?

You're not saying anything? Then I'll choose.

Let's see. Something you really like. Broccoli.

Broccoli? Sure.

Ten little stalks of broccoli. Yummy, healthy.

No.

No? What then?

- Pizza! - Burgers!

How about we make pizza and burgers and have a feast?

Yeah!

And we can watch Jumanji!

- Yes, please! - Can we?

- Again? - Please...

- Fine, okay. - Yay!

Yes!

And...

do you notice anything?

Anything different?

I don't know, inside you, I mean.

Well, at first it felt very strange.

As if...

I had something in me that didn't belong to me and...

It was a bit...

I don't know. Now it feels more and more like...

- Yours? - More mine, yeah.

And do you feel better now?

Yeah.

Your heart...

Carlos's heart...

I remember the first time I heard it.

During an ultrasound.

It beat strongly and very fast, like a galloping horse.

Like this, "Pa-pum, pa-pum, pa-pum."

"The heart of a healthy baby." That's what they said.

When was he diagnosed?

When he was six.

He went under the knife 15 times.

He had two screws in his back,

a plate in his shoulder and...

Painkillers didn't have any effect anymore.

And they were hard drugs too.

You've been through so much, Marta.

- I'm sorry. - Nah.

Carlos was much more than his disease.

A lot more.

You met María, right?

Yeah.

I have nothing against her.

On the contrary. She did my son a lot of good.

She's not to blame.

Carlos took my car.

It was my car he crashed.

And I know María thinks it wasn't an accident.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I don't know what to think anymore.

All I know is... everyone I love dies.

And I don't want to cry, because that's not me.

Maybe you should cry.

It'd be good to let it all out.

Aren't you burning anything?

Why are you back here again, Dad?

We'll talk later, okay?

Fine.

It was just another relapse.

It's part of the process.

Yes, I know.

It's all right.

It will all be okay.

Hey, you bastard!

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy, J. Cameron