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POEMS HENRY DAVID THOREAU

Hey, you bastard!

- Out of the way! - Braulio, put that gun down!

Braulio, lower your gun!

- Lower it! - Now!

Put the shotgun down!

María, my child. María!

- It's María! - Drop it!

- Stand back! - Careful! Excuse me.

Excuse me, I'm a doctor.

- Someone's coming. - I'm a doctor.

- María... - Relax. Keep her still.

María. I'm here. Stay calm.

- Lower it! Now! - I'm here.

- Hands behind. - He took my granddaughter.

- I'm going to take a look. - She's a doctor.

Stay calm.

Oh my God.

He took my granddaughter.

Soto, send the ambulance.

- She's fine. They're super - So? How is she?

Only superficial.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- The ambulance's on its way, okay? - You're okay.

Step back, people.

- It's okay. - The ambulance, hurry!

María, I see nothing else. You're gonna be fine.

- Thank you. - Don't worry.

Don't worry, honey.

THE CRYSTAL CUCKOO

DON'T HAVE BREAKFAST, I'M OUT GETTING CHURROS

THE SECRET HISTORY OF YESQUES

ÁNGELES PUERTAS LAST SEEN IN 1996

MOVED TO CATALONIA

SARA GARRONE LAST SEEN IN JANUARY 1969

MAGDALENA FERRER LAST SEEN IN 1979

Roque was promoted to corporal.

- No way! - Yeah, you heard me.

- Well, it was about time, huh? - Yeah.

He asks about you all day long. Ferrer this or Ferrer that...

Hey, we’re having dinner with the guys from the academy soon. Wanna come?

We'll see.

You're just not one for fun, huh?

Hey, did you find anything on Gabriel Durán?

I've seen his bank statements.

He took all his money from the branch in your village.

Emptied his account almost a year ago.

- After the fire? - Yes.

Since, there's been no more movements.

Nothing. Hasn't used credit cards, or opened any bank accounts.

But he must've signed something. A rent contract?

No. At least, not in Spain.

I see.

Why all the fuss?

Why not go through official channels?

I have nothing to pin on him yet.

- It's just a hunch. - Right, a hunch.

You've been chasing this guy for a year on a hunch.

There must be something else.

MISSED CALLS

Shit.

Calm down, honey. Come on, sleep for a bit, okay?

It's okay.

Sleep, my love.

What happened? Where's your brother?

In the bedroom.

What happened?

Lower your voice.

He needs to sleep.

I'm sorry, honey. My phone was on silent.

Not now.

There, there. It's okay.

What was it this time?

On our way back from school, a boy started picking on him.

He pushed Carlos, and he tripped.

- What boy? - Julio, the son of Felipe the butcher.

- Julito? - Yes.

And what were you doing?

I was buying a bag of chips.

I swear, Dad, I only left him for a second.

It's okay. Don't worry. Come. Stand up.

MISSING URGENT

GARRONE: SPARROW RELATIONSHIP TO BIRDS: GABRIEL

YESQUES HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS NOMINATED FOR MIGUEL SERVET AWARD

ICE

Thank you. Have a good trip.

Bye, Silvia!

Bye, Juan!

- Bye, Carlitos. Good night. - You're off tomorrow?

- Yeah, not back until Thursday. - See you then.

- Bye! - Bye.

- Good morning, Marta. - Morning.

The usual?

No. Give me a dozen churros and two porras. I've got company.

- One jug of chocolate? - Two.

How are you, Marta?

Not talking to me?

Makes sense.

You must feel guilty.

If you confess, you'll be able to sleep at night.

Because you know where your husband's hiding.

Of course you do. You used to tell each other everything.

Isi, this money for my carajillo.

My husband didn't do anything. I've told you.

Calm down. Let go of me.

We've both lost people. Both of us.

So that's enough.

Enough.

I found some papers.

Carlos was looking into his father's disappearance.

Someone else went missing in the family.

Really? Who?

His aunt, in 1979.

You're shitting me. What was her name?

Why do you want to know?

To Google her. Why else?

Of course. Moni, hold on a sec.

- Good morning. - Morning. Your mother's in the kitchen.

Thanks.

CIVIL GUARD

Good morning, Mom.

I'm back, Moni.

So, most likely, I'll be back in Madrid tomorrow.

Okay then, see you tomorrow.

So much for a weekend trip.

Bye, Moni.

She must have her reasons, Mom. What do I know?

- Are you siding with a nutjob? - No, I'm not.

- You are. - Mom, no.

How can you say that?

- You should understand her. - Me understand her?

- Yes. - Because she lost someone?

Make an effort to put yourself in her shoes.

Sorry, Clara. Um...

Let's have breakfast. Our churros will get cold.

It's okay, Marta. Don't worry.

- I'll warm up the chocolate. - Really?

Are you really doing this to me?

You're gonna leaving me hanging?

- Again? Don't you see it? - Juan, let it go.

No, I won't. Mom, I'm fed up.

I always play nice, I always shut up,

but I can't take you treating me like this.

Treating you how?

Tell me, how do I treat you? Huh?

Tell me, how do I treat you?

You think I don't know what you think? Same as Chelo.

That your father killed that girl.

That's what you think.

So tell me. Have the guts to tell me.

And what should I tell you, Mom? What?

That you think your father's a murderer.

I saw him.

I saw him.

What?

What?

- Forget it, who cares? Get her chocolate. - No, I care.

What did you see?

What did you see?

I saw him covered in blood.

Who was covered in blood?

Dad.

What?

When?

- The last time I saw him. - What did you say?

The last time I saw him.

When Silvia disappeared.

If you saw that, why didn't you say anything before?

He asked me not to.

He asked me, and I promised him.

You're lying.

Mom, I'm not.

Dad told me not to tell, whatever happened.

That's what I've done.

Stop speaking nonsense, please.

Your father was incapable of hurting a woman.

You know that.

Leave, please.

Leave.

You'll "try"?

We have to take him on Friday, Miguel.

And talk to the doctors.

Maybe they can include him in the clinical trial.

I don't know if I'll be granted leave.

Do you think it's convenient for me? There's only two of us at the bar.

Where were you yesterday?

Having lunch with a colleague. I told you.

Yeah. And that's more important than answering my calls.

I had it on silent, sorry.

Yesterday your son came home with a broken wrist, Miguel.

Crying in pain.

And every time I hear him coming, I get scared and think, "Again."

I know, and I'm very sorry. I'll talk to the father today--

I don't want you to talk to anybody. I want you to be present.

Present, Miguel.

Where are you?

I'm here.

With you.

That's not true.

Love.

Love.

Shall we go out to dinner tonight like we said?

Really?

Do you think I feel like a romantic dinner tonight?

It's our anniversary.

We are treating ourselves to this dinner,

far from the village,

alone.

Fine.

Everything's okay.

- Get it. - I always ruin the moment.

- Go. - Rafa, yes.

Yes, I'm leaving now, sorry.

Fine, we'll talk in a minute.

Okay. See you later.

Where are you?

Sergeant, sir.

- Another unit's coming. Who called? - Her mother.

Chelo? From Caja Rural?

Yes. Silvia texted her last night saying she was heading home.

She never made it.

Did he see her leave?

Yes. He says Silvia went home on foot, like she did every day.

Talk to her friends.

See if someone picked her up or met with her.

Her coworker said it was a 10-minute walk home

and she walked along the shoulder.

Fine, let's take a look.

What's with the face?

Last night it rained until late.

If there was evidence, we've likely lost it.

Think something happened to her on the way?

That someone hurt her?

Damn, not another one of those cases.

I don't know, Sergeant.

If she doesn't show up, Madrid'll take over.

And it's probably better.

We keep our heads down. Understood?

Good.

- Rafa, news on the camera? - Yes, there's one and it doesn't record.

It's a closed circuit.

- This is going well... - Yeah.

What is it?

What are you looking at?

Is that the way to your uncle's cabin, that road?

Yes, could be.

Why do you ask?

No reason.

Do you think my uncle's involved?

He hasn't been around in a year.

If someone took Silvia here last night, right here,

they could’ve put her in a car and taken off down that road.

In and out.

- Hi, Chelo. Felipe. - Miguel. Did you find her?

- Where is she? - We don't know.

- Where's Silvia? - We're looking for her.

- She texted last night. - We know.

She said she was on her way home.

- We live ten minutes away. - Yes.

- It's not normal. - Relax.

The best thing you can do is go home.

- Something happened. - You're no help.

Go home. You can't help here.

Don't ask me to do nothing.

- What do I do at home? - Please, go home.

Go home. We'll call you if we find anything.

Chelo, calm down.

- God. Something happened to her. - Come on, please, Chelo.

Where's my daughter?

Thank you.

I fell today. I jumped and I twisted my ankle.

Yeah, well, my classmate

passed it to me and I did a scissor kick.

- Bye. - Bye, guys.

- Bye, Julio. - Bye, Julio.

Julio!

Sorry about your brother.

I've already been scolded.

Don't mess with him or call him a cripple ever again.

Don't you do that again!

Juan?

Yes, Mom.

What's wrong? You got back late.

I stayed to play soccer after lunch.

Sorry.

Carlos, which do you like more?

The red one.

The red one?

You always choose the brightest.

Patricia will stay with you tonight, okay, honey?

- Okay. - Dad and I will be back in no time.

- These are for table five. - I won't have any more wine.

- Do you remember our first kiss? - Of course.

It took you ages. I didn't know what else to do.

Well, you could have made the first move.

That's true.

So?

Do you regret it?

What? Kissing you? No.

But have you ever imagined what we'd be like without each other?

Never. Have you?

Oh, yeah?

And... what would it be like?

Worse.

Right.

Happy anniversary.

- Like them? If not, you can exchange them. - No! I love them.

Do you really like them?

Blue.

Thank you. My turn.

I didn't have time to wrap it.

- I get it. Wow! - I'm sorry.

- What have you done? - Go ahead.

- Are you serious? - Open it.

Goodness gracious.

Try it on.

It's beautiful. I love it. Love it.

No excuse for coming home late now, huh?

There's the motive.

Hey, I look like an important man now.

Thank you.

Happy anniversary.

Thank you.

I love you.

Love you too.

Who helped you pick them out? Patricia, right?

What? I chose them.

This joke about me not having style is getting old.

I'm a stylish guy.

Yes. Sometimes you are.

She came this way last night, right?

What?

I'm stopping by the station.

- Seriously? - Yes. I won't be long.

Okay?

- Sure you don't want anything? - No, thanks.

He saw him covered in blood?

That's what he said.

That he saw Miguel covered in blood stains.

Right when Silvia Luna disappeared.

I don't know.

And if Miguel did something bad to that girl?

- No... - And I refuse to see the truth?

No way, Marta.

I don't know, but Juan says he saw him.

- He wouldn't make it up. - But how old was Juan?

Eight? Nine? Who knows what he really saw.

Yeah, I don't know. I...

I've been going over everything again and again for days.

I don't vouch for anyone, Marta, and you know it.

But I do for Miguel.

And your uncle?

What about my uncle?

I don't know, but Miguel was obsessed with him.

- Right... - He thought...

he had set his own house on fire and...

He was convinced he had something to do with his sister's disappearance.

He told me.

Me too, but he had no proof.

And that colleague from the COU?

The one who testified that Miguel asked him for information on Gabriel Durán

right before he disappeared.

Marta, we looked into it and it came to nothing.

After 2004, my uncle was never seen again.

Maybe he killed himself or moved abroad, but no one saw him again.

But what if Miguel found him?

What if something happened between them?

I'll look into it again, okay?

- I'll make a couple of calls. - Thank you.

AN INEVITABLE DECISION

- How are you? - Fine.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- I brought some paracetamol. - Thanks, but I'm fine, Dad.

Did you take your pills?

Do you like the soup?

Yes, it's good.

It's your mother's recipe.

I found it in that notebook where she wrote everything down.

She was something else. She would've taken better care of you.

You both taught me to take care of myself, Dad.

María...

This can't go on.

- Enough. It wasn't your fault. - That shot was for me.

Dad, this can't distract you.

Giving up alcohol isn't easy.

You just need to get back on your meds and be patient.

It's just that... I don't want to, that's the problem. I don't want to.

I can't.

I can't.

And what about me, Dad?

You have to leave this shithole of a town behind.

Go live your life.

That's what you have to do.

You'll only be the drunkard's daughter here.

THE SECRET HISTORY OF YESQUES

Clara?

What brings you here?

Your mother told me where you live.

How are you?

Good.

May I come in? I want to show you something.

Let's go.

Your brother was investigating your father's disappearance.

He became obsessed with the subject, but I didn't know he had gone that far.

Thank you.

He discovered that in the last 30 years, 11 people had gone missing.

Wait, what?

All of them, your father included, disappeared without a trace.

Overnight.

All of them.

But take this man, for instance, last seen in 1987.

REMIGIO SÁNCHEZ LAST SEEN 1987

Read Carlos's note.

"Died at 'Los Claveles' nursing home in Irun, in 1989."

I see.

For some disappearances, Carlos did find an explanation.

They left voluntarily. There's no mystery.

But Sara Garrone, Magdalena Ferrer,

Gabriel Durán, Silvia Luna

and Miguel Ferrer,

your father...

For them...

For them, my brother found no explanation, right?

That's right.

Right.

So, according to these dates, my father was the last one to go missing.

Yes.

I see...

Clara, what I saw was real.

I'm not making it up.

I know.

That image is etched in my memory since I was a kid, and...

And I'm sorry for my mother,

I'm sorry if she doesn't want to believe me, but...

But I promised him.

I promised my father.

And at that moment, I would have done anything he asked of me because...

It doesn't matter. Sorry.

- Do you do this often? - What?

Apologize for getting upset.

Yeah.

What if I have in me all that crap my father carried inside?

If I'm not okay or...

Or if I'm like him?

- I don't think you're bad. - You don't know me.

- Sorry. - No, it's just a bit weird, Clara.

Yes. Yeah.

Miguel?

Son of a bitch.

Silvia Luna.

Where is she?

What did you do to her?

I didn't do anything.

- What? - I came here to hunt.

Only answer "yes" or "no."

Sara Garrone, the Italian painter.

- You knew her, right? - No.

- Do you know her? - No.

- Yes, you did know her. - No.

Don't lie to me.

Magdalena Ferrer.

My sister.

- Did you kill her? - Your sister...

What?

If you take me to the station, I'll tell everything.

What do you mean everything?

What's everything?

I'll only talk to the sergeant. Take me to the station.

- Everything? - I'll talk to him.

What's everything?

What did you do to my sister, bastard?

What did you do to her?

Son of a bitch.

Dad?

Juan.

Juan.

What are you doing here?

- Why are you up? Go back to bed. - I was waiting for you. What happened?

Nothing. There was a fight at work.

- Did they hurt you? Are you okay? - No, no. I'm fine. Don't worry.

But you have to keep this a secret, okay?

You say we shouldn't have secrets.

But this is different, Juan.

You don't want Mom to worry, do you?

Then promise me

you won't tell anyone.

- Do you promise? - Yes.

Okay then, go to bed.

All right.

I'm sorry.

I can't take it anymore, Miguel.

We can't go on like this.

I know.

Talk to me.

Miguel, I'm giving you a chance.

I'm sorry, Marta.

It has nothing to do with you.

I have to go.

I promise we'll talk.

I love you.

I love you too.

Walk.

Walk.

Where are you taking me?

Walk.

Stop.

On your knees.

You can't do it.

You won't be able to.

You don't smell like a wolf.

Miguel!

- Fuck, Rafa. - Miguel!

Miguel!

- Go. It has nothing to do with you. - Give me the gun.

Miguel, please.

Give me the gun.

He killed my sister, Rafa. He confessed.

I don't have proof, dammit. They'll let him go!

Then we'll find it.

Let him rot in jail, dammit, Miguel.

Will you ruin your life for him?

Huh?

He must die, Rafa.

- I don't have any proof, damn it. - Miguel, please, give me the gun.

He must die.

He must die.

Come on.

Shoot.

Don't listen to him, Miguel. Don't.

Shoot me.

You shouldn't play with your prey.

Miguel, don't listen to him.

When you kill me, bury me in the woods

with Silvia Luna and the others.

And with your sister.

Fuck.

- Fuck. - Give me the gun, come on.

Okay, easy.

It's over. Give me this. It's over, Miguel.

It's the right thing to do.

Very good, take it easy. Yes, calm down.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

We know you love your brother.

Hello!

Shot in Ambroz Valley, Cáceres, ravaged by fires in summer 2025.

We stand with the community and thank them for their generosity.

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy and J. Cameron