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OUR LADY OF FUENTECILLA
PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

Sure you don't want me to come in
with you?

No.

Someone might recognize you.

Everything will be fine,
thanks for being so brave.

The one we've been expecting.

The new patient is here.
It's all in order.

The Provincial Council's authorization,
the medical report,

and the husband's signature
authorizing her admission.

Very well.

And this as well.

I don't think Samuel would mind.

It's from her doctor.

"The patient frequently
has an answer for everything,

even if this means lying,

for which she has an uncanny ability.

Although her lies contradict
what she said before..."

...Should she be caught out,

she does not take long in finding
an explanation

as to why she was forced to lie,

claiming that now
she is telling the truth.

Do not underestimate her.

Her intelligence is such

that she can easily trick
those who are not shrewd,

even inexperienced psychiatrists.

"Inexperienced psychiatrists..."

Lucky you're not either of those,
Dr. Ruipérez.

Your name?

Alice Gould.

I see it's your maiden name.

I prefer to use it.

-You were born in...?
-Plymouth.

But I'm Spanish,
it was my father who was English.

-Tell me about him.
-My father?

We loved and respected one another.

-Is there a difference?
-Yes.

The first indicates love,
the second is mutual admiration and pride.

-Tell me about your mother.
-She died shortly after I was born.

My father was my only family
until I met my husband.

Is it a happy marriage?

Heliodoro and I
have always understood each other.

We've put up with boring each other
for 16 years.

What does Mr. Almenara do?

Fritter my money on poker and play polo.

Education?

He says he studied Law,
but I don't believe it.

The poor thing is terribly ignorant.

-What about you?
-I'm not.

Sorry.

I have a degree in chemical science.

Research?

Of a very different kind.

I'm a qualified private investigator.

-Do you know where you are?
-In an asylum.

We prefer to call it
a psychiatric hospital or sanatorium.

-Do you know exactly why you're here?
-Yes, Doctor.

I've been legally kidnapped.

-By whom?
-By my husband.

According to your record...

You attempted to murder him three times.

Poisoning him using a composition
impossible to detect in standard tests.

Your husband realized it, reported it,

and Dr. Donadio
decided to have you committed.

It's all untrue.

Tell me something.

Did you prepare that poison?

- I wouldn't know how.
-Strange.

You studied chemistry.

Tell me something, Doctor.

If I had to have surgery
on my ovaries, for example,

would you operate?

Of course not.

Strange, you're a doctor.

-It's not my speciality.
-The same here.

-Don't believe what it says.
-Should I believe you?

I wasn't charged by any court of law.

I didn't admit to Dr. Donadio
to doing something I didn't do.

Just as I will not accept being ill,
but legally kidnapped.

This is all a trap.

-Whose?
-Heliodoro's.

I've no reason to want to poison him.

I wish the same were true of him.

Are you suggesting

that he tried to poison you?

Yes.

And according to you,
what was his purpose?

To become the sole trustee of my fortune.

If I tried to poison him,
Why didn't he take me to the police?

To spare you the unpleasantness

and to try to cure you.

I would have been assigned
a legal guardian,

preventing him from using my assets.

No matter how you look at it,
killing him makes no sense.

You confessed that you feel animosity
towards him.

Yes, he's a boor.

But his intelligence is inversely
proportional to his good looks.

And I love beauty, Doctor.

I assure you that I have no reason
to destroy such a fine ornamental trophy.

"Pure paranoia..."

-Oh, sorry.
-No, Montse, come in.

Montserrat Castell,
the center's deputy director.

She'll be accompanying you.

-Anything else?
-Yes.

When will Director Alvar be back?

When he returns from vacation
in two or three weeks.

You're in good hands.

This facility is huge.

We have common areas that all patients
can access during the day.

Even a wooded area at the back.

Despite being hospitalized,
you'll feel quite free.

The Director has implemented
manufacturing workshops.

He believes that making patients
feel useful helps them recover.

Modern psychiatry.

The cell doors are locked at 10 pm.

Life there is governed by rules

that you are not used to.

-I'll do everything I can to adapt.
- I hope so.

The two most difficult steps are next.

And my wedding ring too?

No personal belongings in the cell.

And the cigarettes?

Can I please light the last one
with my lighter?

And the books as well?

-What harm can a book do?
- told you that you can't keep anything.

Just one.

-Choose the one you want.
-This one.

SYNDROMES AND TYPES OF PARANOIA

I hope the next step
isn't as tough as this one.

Open wide.

-Your underwear.
-Excuse me?

Your underwear.

Crouch down.

You're in the country
and you need a crap. Crouch down.

Here, put this on.

Yes?

Yes, she's still inside.

Getting changed.

Of course she has to eat.

Yes, all right.

We can go in.

We can have dinner together
in the canteen.

No...

I'm not hungry. Thanks.

Ready?

Can you open up, please?

One last piece of advice.

Once you cross this threshold,
forget who you were outside.

Starting with your name.

What about my name?

Alice Gould.

It's nice, but different.
Too different.

All patients here are the same.

You'll get toiletries tomorrow morning.

You know what to do if
you need anything.

Lights out.

MURDERER:
YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Something must have happened in there,

but the police won't listen to me.

Help me, Alice. Please.

I'll find out what happened to your son.

TRAGEDY IN THE DEL OLMO FAMILY

How the hell could this happen?

It was arson.

When I arrived,
all the cell doors were open.

They reached the main entrance.

Make sure the gate stays shut.
Control the perimeter.

Samuel!

We have another problem.

Let the director through!

Why are you here?

You're going to need all the help
you can get.

Get them in their cells.

Get out!

Murderer!

Where are you going?

Please calm down.

Come on, shower time.

Come on, hurry up, ladies.
Empty the potties, okay?

Come on, in we go.
Yes, empty the potty, come on.

Come on, ladies!

Get a move on there.

Come on, ladies, hurry up.

Did you oversleep today or what?

Empty the potty.

The third shower is free.
Or brush your teeth.

Come on, ladies, we don't have all day!

Good.

Come on, ladies.

Why did you come?

Where were you?

I'm... I'm not dead.

Excuse me, that's my place.

Sorry, I didn't know.

They make an exception for me.

Don't get up, don't get up.

The table sits two.

And judging by your face,
you don't want to be alone.

-They let you drink wine.
-Yes.

You're with one
of the strangest lunatics here.

I'm the only one who admits that he's mad.

You're not sick either, right?

No.

Here's to that.

See? I'm still an exception.

Ignacio Urquieta.

Alice... Alicia. It's a pleasure.

So what brought you to Wonderland?

You're not wearing a corset.

Get out of there, you dirty little rat!

The Elephant may protect you,
but you're still a shit

who can't distinguish between a lady
and whores like your mom.

All sorted.

Don't worry.

He does it with all the women.

He's been in the cage a few times.

What cage?

You don't want to end up there,
believe me.

What's wrong?

Do you smoke?

Wine, now a lighter.
You're a privileged man.

-They stripped you.
-Even took my knickers.

You're lucky to be here now.

Samuel Alvar, the new director,
changed everything.

He had the window bars removed,

opened up doors, allowed free movement.

Yes, so I heard.

Don't they all say he's a great director?

-Do you know him?
-No.

But I can't wait to.

Beautiful things happen
even in the most dreadful places.

How did they end up here?

The twins were born here.

Both parents were mentally handicapped.

We've always called them
Romulus and Remus.

Romulus and Remus...
And which is which?

Romulus imitates everyone.

He spends all day doing it.

And Remus can't talk.

-What about her?
-Romulus says she's his sister.

When he quits clowning around,
he sits next to her.

He protects her.

Is she really his sister?

No, but he believes she is.

And he'd kill anyone who contradicts him.

He'd kill?

Isn't that exaggerating a bit?

Not at all.

I wanna drive! I wanna drive!

Some party they're throwing here.

We have a young male,

victim of multiple wounds.

Presumably inflicted by a knife.

Should we move the body
somewhere quieter for analysis?

That's up to the coroner.
Did you find Lucia?

She's on her way.

Who can access the cell?

Only patients on this ward.

-All men?
-Yes.

Men and women only meet
in the common areas.

Nobody touched anything
at the crime scene?

I'd say we just found the murder weapon.

WHO SENT IT?

Ladies, ladies...

Do you mind if I sit down? Sorry...

My name is Alicia. I'm new here.

Did you know a young guy called
Damian Garcia del Olmo?

Don't bother.

-Our friend has mutism.
-Mutism?

Can't he speak?

I CAN SPEAK,
BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT!

If you're intrigued by a mystery
or want to learn more,

you can sit by me.

I wrote The Nine Worlds Theory.

I can answer all your questions.

I'm not looking for anything.

We're all looking for something.

Madness is usually the quickest way
to find it.

Hey!

Leave her alone!

Romulus!

Take it easy.

Look at me.
Hold still!

-Take it easy!
-Let me go!

Stop it, Romulus!

Get off him! Leave him!

Romulus!
Romulus!

Look at me!

Stop, stop!

Calm down!

Romulus, hold still.
Easy!

Calm down.

Alicia, your consultation.

Calm down!

Look at me!

RESTRICTED ACCESS
ARCHIVE

Come in.

César.

She's all yours.

Alicia.
Welcome.

-Thanks.
-Come in.

Make yourself comfortable.

I'm César Arellano,

head of clinical services.

Nice to meet you.

Likewise.
I'll be in charge of your tests.

-What tests?
-Trials.

Most will just mean a pleasant chat.

I like the sound of that.

Just be honest with me
and don't hide anything.

I'll do my best.

There is one part of my life
I'd like to discuss with Dr. Alvar.

Very well.

When you see I'm broaching the subject,
say "out of bounds"

and I won't insist.

-Will I be medicated?
-No.

Not until the Director authorizes
the diagnosis.

-Shall we begin?
-Sure.

March 21, 1979.
First session with Alice Gould.

Repeat after me: eight and three.

Eight and three.

What do you see

in these drawings?

Three birds flying,

a cow in a pasture,

a man on a horse and a forest.

Good.

Now point to your nose, then your knee.

Marvellous.

We just made an important discovery.

Your mental age is over three years.

Then I can have a cigarette?

Go ahead.

Thanks.

-Let's make it harder and see.
-All right.

Name three philosophers.

-Aristotle, Socrates and Plato.
-Not Greeks.

Descartes, Kant and Schopenhauer,
I shouldn't include him.

Why?

He was a fool who said women
are long-haired and short-sighted.

You find a sealed envelope
with the addressee's name.

I'd open it to see what's inside.

-Even if it's not yours?
-You didn't say that.

Now onto a simple exercise.

I'll say a word, you say the first thing
that comes to mind.

-Sun.
-Life.

-Silence.
-Silence doesn't exist.

-Love.
-Salvation.

-Sex.
-Pleasure.

Sorry for being abrupt.
So you're not frigid?

No, Doctor.

Some women are.

Or the husbands are clumsy or selfish.

Which of those is your husband?

Out of bounds.

Has it to do
with why you tried to poison him?

Out of bounds.

Sorry for being abrupt, too.

Why is that relevant?

Sexual health can be a decisive factor
in mental health.

According to that cretin Freud?

-He wasn't exactly a cretin.
-Sure.

Saying whoever dreams of a spire
longs for the male member

is obsessive, Doctor.

I agree with you.

He learned to tap into the subconscious.

Freud was obsessed.

And I loathe obsessed people.

They try simplifying the spirit.

I'm sorry,

we were playing word association.

Sorry.

Family.

Happiness.

Children.

Frustration.

Could you elaborate?

Heliodoro didn't feel it was for him.

Was he always faithful to you?

I don't know.

I didn't try and find out.

It would have been a sign of distrust.

And were you always faithful?

Always.

Men never tried to seduce you?

Yes, Doctor. Many times.

Did you like any of your admirers?

Yes.

-And yet...
-Never.

Tell me something, Alicia.

What do you most dislike about yourself?

These clothes.

And what you most like?

My desire for self-improvement.

My need to always achieve my goals.

This way.

Someone smashed it from outside.

The victim's cell
is in the men's block number three.

To reach it from the laundry

he had to go through the other units,

opening all the doors on his way.

What if he caused
all this chaos to cover his tracks?

That would make our investigation easier.

Obviously.

Such a well-prepared plan
limits the number of suspects, right?

What do you make of this?

Inspector...

I don't think this is the best time
to be around here.

What if you take the body

and investigate tomorrow
when things calm down?

That's for the court clerk to decide.

So please, cooperate while we're waiting.

Of course.

We could make a list of the able-bodied.

Get them ready for questioning.

-Hello, Alicia.
-Hello.

-How are you?
-Fine, and you?

Did you sleep all right?

I was a bit restless.

I didn't know what you'd ask me today.

Actually,
I didn't plan to ask you anything.

-Really?
-No.

-You've got tired of me?
-No... Quite the opposite.

You choose the topic of conversation.

Even if my questions are indiscreet?

Sure.

Thank you.

Let's talk about those glasses.

They're really ugly.

You should wear big tortoiseshell ones.

You'd be much more attractive.

Sorry, I'm so clumsy...

No, no, no, you're making it worse.
I need the toilet.

-The nearest one's just for staff.
-Do you have the key?

Yes.

Please. It'll only take a minute.

-Here.
-Thanks. I'll be right back.

Sorry, I think there's a leak.
The corridor is full of water.

Thanks.

Fuck!

Bring a mop!

PERMITS

PERMISSION TO LEAVE
24 NOVEMBER, 1978

EVACUATION PLAN

You'll be taken to your cells

and stay there till you're told.

Except those who are on this list.

I'll call out the names.

Any funny stuff and you sleep in the cage.

David Cobas.

David Cobas. At your command.

Joaquin Palacio.

Jesus fucking Christ!
I'm sick of this!

-Murderer.
-David Cobas.

Goddamn it!

Alvaro Sanjuan.

I'm sick of you. Murderer!

Ignacio Urquieta.

Ignacio Urquieta.

Ignacio, what are you doing?

Get down!

Quit that!
Ignacio, come down!

Get down!

Let go of me!
Don't touch me!

Look at me.
Stop it.

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.

Look at me. Calm down.

Look at me, Ignacio.

Good. That's it.

Very good.

I'm the coroner.

They're waiting for me
to inspect the body.

Didn't they tell you I was coming?

I'm the coroner.

Aren't you allowed to carry a lighter?

So what?

Did you use it to start the fire
in the workshop?

You knew they'd try to put it out.

You're wrong, Inspector.

What about the blood on your hands?

When I saw what happened,
I tried to save the boy, but in vain.

I swear I didn't kill him!

Inspector.

-The court clerk and coroner are here.
-So you barge in?

It's not Lucia.

I don't care
as long as she does her job quickly.

-He says you can start the examination.
-Perfect.

Although many of you

are like little trees,

only capable of vegetating,

you should know that God

has a place for you

in His kingdom.

He loves your imperfections.

And your suffering makes you
even more worthy of his compassion.

Brethren,

you may go in peace.

Hello?

I know who you are.

Take it easy.

Nice to see you again.

Arellano had me busy
with a bunch of tests.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Arellano is tedium in human form.

Want one?

You were given permission to leave
a few months ago.

The 24 November, remember?

They let me out when my sister comes.
How do you know that?

MURDERER: YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Did you send this?

What's that?

Did you know Damian Garcia del Olmo?

He was in unit three.

-Ignacio, I'm talking to you...
-I have to go.

It was sent to his father on 24 November.

The writing indicates it was
a schizophrenic. Why are you here?

I'm talking to you. The writing indicates
it was a schizophrenic. Why are you here?

You don't understand.
I have to go.

-I have to go.
-No, you're not going. Come here.

Ignacio!

Come back!

Stop! What's wrong?

Stand up, Ignacio.

What's wrong? Ignacio!

Hey! Hey!

What's wrong? Help!
What's wrong with him?

Give me a hand.
Ignacio, what's wrong?

Look at me, look at me.

Take it easy, take it easy...
Help me, please!

What's wrong, Ignacio?

What's wrong with him? Please help.

Don't you know? He can't stand water.

Like parrots and parsley.

What?

-Help! Help!
-Where are you going?

Are you leaving him like that?

Inspector.

The coroner requests an urgent autopsy.

Baloney!

The case is almost closed.
All we need is his confession.

He's innocent.
He couldn't have done it.

-How so?
-The medical report.

The coroner asked for it.

He has an irrational fear of water.

-Is that true?
-I'm afraid so.

This is awful.

What is she looking for?

You don't need to be Einstein
to know how he died.

There are broken bones,
it might be relevant.

Fucking novices, Soto.

They want to know it all,

but all they do is get in the way.

The last one.

There's nobody in the garden, either.
They're all inside.

Get her dry and add her to the list.

Do you have the numbers?

Jesus...

-All right.
-Please.

Let's get the questioning done.

-We have a list of 15 suspects.
-Good.

Send them to us one by one.

-What's going on?
-Samuel.

They're not all there.

138 empty cells, but only 137 patients.

Who is missing?

The patients must be kept in their cells.

We can't risk such a dangerous escape.

This is all your fault, sort it out.

It's the missing patient.

What I have

is called hydrophobia.

I've had it since I was little.
No one knows why.

I can't even bear to look at water.

And certainly not touch it.

Well...

Now you know my secret.

Will you tell me yours?

I'm not mad.

Oh dear, I thought you trusted me.

I'm pretending.

I'm here to investigate a crime, I'm a PI.

Wow.

That's a new one.

It's true.

You're worse than I am.

I'm investigating the death
of Damian Garcia del Olmo.

He was admitted over a year ago.

They say he committed suicide,
but things don't add up.

He was murdered?

My theory is it was one
of his father's former patients

who wanted to take revenge.

You can rule me out, I don't know him.

Anyway, the killer was a schizophrenic.

Someone very intelligent.

Now that definitely rules me out.

He knew how to cover his tracks.

Make everyone believe
that Damian killed himself.

-Even the doctors.
-That's what Dr.Alvar thinks.

He knows why I'm here.

You have permission to sniff around
his temple?

He's a close friend of the boy's father.

What do you know about Damian?

He had some kind of schizophrenia.

Hallucinations, heard voices,
that sort of stuff.

They gave him electroshocks

and insulin therapies.

They say it works with violent patients.

Was Damian?

He was always fighting.

Especially with Luis Ojeda.

Who is Luis Ojeda?

Your secret admirer.

The dwarf.

What is it?

The night that Damian died,

he went missing.

Missing? How is that possible?

Patients are allowed
to move around freely,

so some hide in the woods
until they're caught.

I seem to recall that Ojeda hid that day.

Are you okay? Did he hurt you?

Where's the dwarf? Where is he?

Where is he?

Take it easy. Where did he go?

-No luck?
-No.

They all have alibis.

Or are incapable of a crime like that.

They still didn't find
the one who escaped?

No.

Could we have a word in private,
Inspector?

In my office.

Sorry for getting you into something
we could have handled ourselves.

But you know, new protocols...

Too many changes in this country recently.

We can still avoid
unnecessary inconvenience.

I don't even want to imagine
what may come next.

Questioning, red tape, attorneys,

journalists calling...

I'd rather a kick in the balls.

That makes two of us.

Do you have a suggestion?

I sometimes dream about the hospital.

I was looking at photos of my patients
the other day and thought...

Do you believe in God, Inspector?

Yes, I do.

If God created us in his own image
and likeness,

as if we were perfect writing,

patients here would be like

God's crooked lines
when He learned how to write.

What kind of God allows
that sort of imperfection?

I'm sure He has a plan for them, too.

I think he left that plan to me,
Inspector.

So what are you trying to say?

The perpetrator
is one of those crooked lines.

Why begin that whole tedious process

just so he invariably ends up here again?

The missing patient
could mean trouble for you?

Yes.

And perhaps for you, too.

The court clerk
has already initiated proceedings.

I'm sure you'll find a way
to talk to your people.

What would you get out of it?

I introduced certain reforms
that are being questioned.

A crime wouldn't reflect well on me.

"Reforms"?

You want to change it all?

Really important things never change.
Excuse me.

Yes?

Okay.

The escapee's turned up.

Have you seen the dwarf?

Sorry.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

I'm looking for the dwarf.

Have you seen him?

I know who you are.

I know who you are.

Who?

Come.

-Come.
-Where?

Home. Come on.

Home?

-No, Romulus...
-Come.

This is lovely.

Did you make it?

I made it for her and my brother.

And for you.

For me?

Why for me?

Because you're our mommy.

Romulus...

How did you figure it out?

Because you're not sick like the others.

You came to be with us.

And you'll stay forever.

Right?

You won't leave us again.

No.

I'd never do that, sweetheart.

Did you hear that?

Mom is going to stay.

-Is there anyone else with you?
-No.

-Your brother?
-No.

No?

Stay here.

Alicia.

Alicia.

It's César.

What happened?

-Relax, Alicia.
-What's this?

Stop.

-César...
-Calm down, please.

Take it easy.

Don't hurt yourself.

-Please, listen...
-Why am I strapped down?

Listen.

You killed a man.

What?

They found you next to Ojeda's body.

Luis Ojeda?

-Yes.
-He's dead?

Don't you remember?

What I did?

No, I...

He jumped on me, he attacked me.

He...

...attacked me, he tried to...

He tried to rape me.

Take this off me!

Please calm down.

-Undo this.
-I can't.

I don't remember,
maybe there was someone else.

-It was an accident, believe me.
-Stop.

I can't undo it.

What you're saving for Dr. Alvar
must be important.

Stop that!

I have to call the police...

No one is calling anyone before I talk
to the patient, Dr. Arellano.

I didn't...

I didn't know you were back today.

I came back off vacation earlier

to have a word with you in private.

All right?

Sure.

I'm Samuel Alvar, the director here.

How are you, Alicia?

How do you feel?

A bit dizzy.

Pleased to meet you at last.

I didn't know how long I could stand this...

You've got me in a fine mess.

I'm sorry.

-Ojeda jumped on me and...
-So I heard.

Nevertheless, one of my patients is dead.

So the question is:

now what do we do?

First, I can get you up to speed,

then we can decide.

Al right.

Go ahead.

Is there patient information
that is not in the files?

The files?

Yes, I managed to get Damian's file

and a list of patients allowed out,
but something doesn't add up.

I don't think Ojeda was capable of

passing off a murder as suicide.

I'm a long way from finding out
who did it.

Do you smoke?

No, I feel dizzy.

Suicide?

That's the theory
my client and I are working on.

Your client was...?

What?

You know full well.

I work with my patients' minds,

but unfortunately I can't read them yet.

I'm Alice Gould.

Alice Gould de Almenara.

I know exactly who you are.

So you'll recall
the letters we've exchanged

following Dr. Del Olmo's instructions.

You explained to me how to be admitted
by pretending to be sick, right?

Explain those instructions to me.

I won't explain anything to you

until you tell me why you're asking me
what you already know.

What?

Are you making fun of me?

I don't make fun of my patients.

Patients? What are you playing at?

This is no game...

...Dona Alicia de Almenara.

I don't know how
you came to that conclusion,

but you and I

never exchanged any letters.

I never discussed you
with Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

That's a lie.
It's a lie and you know it!

I don't allow my patients...

I'm not a patient, I'm here for work.

-Understood?
-I'm afraid not.

All right, I've had enough.

-I'm going to ask my client
-Come back.

For an explanation.

I'm not coming back.

-Give me that.
-What are you doing?

Heliodoro? Is that you, Heliodoro?

You can't call outside numbers.

I want to talk with my husband.

Alvar, send security.

What are you doing?

You're seriously ill.
You'll be here for long while.

Motherfucker!

Get her!

Open the gate!

Please open it!
I'm Alice Gould de Almenara!

I'm being held against my will!

Open the gate!

Let go!

Get off me!

Hold her arm.

You motherfucker.

Where am I?

Solitary confinement.

How long have I been here?

Three days.

They gave you sedatives.

I want to go home.

I'm sorry, you can't.

After your psychotic outbreak,
Alvar thinks you're dangerous.

I didn't have an outbreak.

You attacked him and tried to escape.

Why did you do it?

I found this in your cell.

What's going on, Alicia?
What are you doing here?

I'm not mad.

Get me out of here.

Only the medical board can decide that.

Right now they have no reason to convene.

Unless you give me one.

Please trust me.

I have reasons to believe

that Damian Garcia Del Olmo's death
was not suicide.

-That's impossible.
-Montse...

You asked me for a reason
to convene the medical board.

I gave it to you.

Let me speak with them.

I'll show I'm telling the truth.

Firstly, my apologies.

I assure you that I'm not
a violent person,

but I'm in a labyrinth
and won't get out without your help.

What labyrinth?

My reason for being admitted here.

Dr. Donadio requested your hospitalization
based on his professional judgment.

-And your husband's recommendation.
-No, no he didn't.

We have a document he signed
that says otherwise.

My husband was clueless.

-He doesn't know you're here?
-I thought I'd be here for a few days

and I told him I was going to Buenos Aires
to investigate a false will.

That's not what you told us.

-You said he tried to poison you.
-I misled you.

Most of what I said when I got here
was not true.

Could you elaborate?

I made up my husband's personality.

I feigned a feeling of contempt.
We love and respect one another.

So you deliberately misled Dr. Ruipérez?

That's right.

For what purpose?

To be admitted to this hospital.

This is incredible.

What is incredible is that it's so easy
to mislead someone in your position.

How many others are here
because of your incompetence?

-How dare you?
-Doctor.

Please.

I had to investigate
and the best way to do it was from inside.

I'm a qualified PI,
I didn't lie to you about that.

But why?

Wasn't it easier to lie about that?

I thought you wouldn't believe me.

You'd put it down to another part
of my fantasy.

Clearly I wasn't wrong.

Sometimes you lie,
sometimes you tell the truth?

I never lied to you.

So why did you lie to Dr. Ruipérez?

Because I needed to be admitted
to the hospital.

I didn't lie to you because I got in.

Tell us about this investigation.

Dr. Alvar knows the details.

No he doesn't.

That's not true, Doctor.

You know that Dr. Garcia del Olmo

hired me to investigate his son's death.

He drove me here
when I was admitted.

Damian died.

There was nothing mysterious about it.
He took his life.

That's the official version.
His father never believed it.

He told me the night we met.

It was at the New Year's Eve party
held at the Ritz.

Heliodoro and I go every year.

I recognized him right away.

I'd been working on a tough case.

While mulling over how to approach it,

the story appeared on the news.

His photo caught my attention.

How did a young, educated man
from a good family end up like that?

It was a sign of what was to come.

TRAGEDY IN THE DEL OLMO FAMILY

One detail changed everything.

My husband knew Dr. Del Olmo.

Del Olmo.

Alice.

You don't know each other.
Dr. Garcia Del Olmo. My wife.

Alice Gould.

Heliodoro had told him about me.

He asked to meet me the next day.

Damian suffered a lot,

but he would never have taken his life.

I promised to get him discharged
after my conference in Mexico.

I received this a few days later.

MURDERER: YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Someone wanted to hurt me by taking away
what I loved the most.

Something must have happened in there.

But the police won't listen to me.

Help me, please.

The handwriting clearly belonged

to someone with hebephrenic schizophrenia.

It was sent from Robregordo
two days after Damian died.

Less than ten minutes from here.

I studied the case thoroughly.

I considered the hypothesis that one
of his ex-patients wanted revenge,

but I didn't have much to go on.

The patient who sent the note
had permission to leave.

But to access their records
I needed to work from inside.

Only the director could help me.

Alvar is a friend of mine.

I recommended him for the post.

He says he's on board.

You can investigate from inside,

but no one must know.

The director gave me detailed instructions
on how to be admitted

by suggesting the most suitable
mental illness to do so.

Paranoia.

I haven't been sentenced because...

No, I wasn't accused by any court of law...
I wasn't...

Sorry?

I've been legally kidnapped.
Legally kidnapped.

The next step was to convince
our trusted doctor, Donadio,

to sign a report confirming my condition.

I received more letters from Dr. Alvar

that helped me make my act
more convincing.

But I wanted a personal touch.

"The patient frequently
has an answer for everything,

even if this means lying,
for which she has an uncanny ability."

"She can easily confuse those
who are not shrewd,

even inexperienced psychiatrists.

Do not underestimate her."

I wrote the letter
that Dr. Donadio signed.

The envelope was sealed,
it proves I'm not lying.

"Inexperienced psychiatrists"
wasn't meant for you.

I didn't know you yet.

Now the hardest part.

Getting Heliodoro to sign
the voluntary commitment request.

I mixed it in with a pile
of bank forms he had to sign.

-All good?
-Fine, and you?

What's that?

-Your magazine.
-How so?

We have to sign these.

I couldn't tell him the truth
and jeopardize it.

Two days later,

I told him I had to go to Buenos Aires
for work.

That was how I ended up here.

Ready?

I'll find out what happened to your son.

May I smoke?

But you'll have to tell us
if you found out anything.

Nothing conclusive up to now.

Perhaps because there is nothing.
Did you think of that?

Our correspondence is in my office.

You have the keys.

That correspondence does not exist.

I do understand your concern.

I sympathize if carelessness

means being dismissed or struck off.

I know your game.

You're trying to divide us,
but I'm not your enemy.

By helping me get in, he collaborated
in forging official council documents.

I suspect that's why
he's feigning ignorance, right?

Don't worry, I'll tell the police
you weren't involved.

Let's call them if you want.

We'll see what they say
about you killing a patient.

I was the victim of a sex predator
who attacked me

because the rules here,

your rules, allow it.

You won't call the police.

Patients' deaths
aren't good publicity for you.

-Enough.
-This death is the last thing you need.

It probably wasn't the only one,
am I wrong?

You were often responsible
for their deaths.

Enough!

That's quite enough!

I'm going to talk you as a sick person,
a patient.

My job is to deal with your illness.

But I'm also going to talk to you
as a whole person, so to speak.

Even though you are ill,

you are responsible for your lies,

your fabrications,

your conscious manipulations.

I'm warning you,
if you don't change your attitude

and keep manipulating the doctors

or investigating other patients
for a crime that never happened,

I'll be forced to think
it is also part of your illness

and I will hold myself responsible.

Your behavior

is a danger to other patients and to you.

I won't allow any more deaths.

Why are you lying?

Why are you lying, Doctor?

You know what?

My husband will eventually find out
I'm here.

He'll come looking for me.

And Donadio and Del Olmo
will corroborate my version.

You're trying to cover up a death
and I'm going to find out why.

This man was killed
by an extremely disturbed woman.

This fact, added to the delusions
we just witnessed,

show that Alicia de Almenara
is a serious threat

to herself and to other inmates.

She must be treated accordingly.

There were no complaints about her.

Her fantasy made her happy.
But she lashed out when confronted.

Yet all the tests she passed were hard.

Like between your legs.

That isn't my case,

and I also doubt she's dangerous.

We all know what Ojeda was like.

Alicia acted in self-defense,
it would be wrong to judge her.

Perhaps adding Ojeda's death to this
just muddies the waters.

The question is:

do we accept the attempted murder
of her husband,

or did she make it up to investigate?

The husband, Donadio or Del Olmo
didn't confirm these versions.

Shall we call?

We're five psychiatric doctors

and we're not able to agree on a diagnosis

without giving in to
her narcissistic demands?

Why not contrast information?

Why not give me more credibility than her?

No reason.
But we still don't know your opinion.

I believe that Alicia de Almenara argues
with coldness and cunning.

Poisoning requires these qualities.

And the books as well?

-What harm can a book do?
-I told you that you can't keep anything.

The patient is pathologically arrogant,

in line with her intelligence.

She thinks she's more educated, sensitive,
spiritual, distinguished,

elegant, fragile than the rest.

When questioned, she becomes violent.

Freud was obsessed.
And I loathe obsessed people.

They try simplifying the spirit.

In my opinion,
the patient herself revealed to us

with her bombastic style

one reason to explain
the attempted poisoning.

What?

She couldn't bear the humiliation
that the man she chose

among all the suitors she had,
that fantastic ornamental trophy,

did not love her, but her money.

I made up my husband's personality.

I feigned a feeling of contempt.
We love and respect one another.

Let's analyze what we know,
using incidentally

Dr. Donadio's report,
who authorized her admission,

and we discover
who Alicia de Almenara really is.

It all began on 17 October.

The patient turned up by surprise
at her husband's polo club

to have lunch with him after a match.

She had already set up everything.

-Your favorite.
-Thanks.

-A Bloody Mary.
-I love it.

Hours later, while playing
one of his usual poker games,

he began to feel unwell.

A month later,

without doctors being able
to explain the cause of his illness...

-How was it?
-Fine. A really good training session.

...Mr. Almenara began feeling
the same symptoms after his evening meal.

Aren't you having dinner?

No, I'm not hungry.

She was swept away by her delusion.

As joyful as it was painful.

Alice!

Alice!

When Dr. Donadio turned up,
alarmed by the call,

he noticed symptoms of poisoning.

He didn't say anything then,

but he began harboring
a terrible suspicion.

He recalled that she had got rid of
the cook that afternoon,

hours before the meal.

He didn't think it important then,

but when he was better,
he decided to find out

what was really going on.

Honey.

Everything okay?

Yes.

That night
Mr. Almenara's worst fears were confirmed.

He didn't want the police involved,
so he called Dr. Donadio,

who pumped her stomach and saved her life.

This is it, Enrique.

I found it in the kitchen.
If you want to analyze it...

My theory is that she knew
she had been found out

and would probably be hospitalized.

Her unconscious knew she must be punished,
but her conscious could not bear it

and covered it up by twisting reality.

And she broke down.

So she made up a story to get in here

not as a patient,

but as a Pl with a very worthy goal:

to solve a crime.

That is her real delusion:
the character she created.

Because you know what illness
she chose to re-enact?

The one she has.

A combined case of paranoia and pretense.

She'll continue
with the antipsychotic meds I prescribed.

Thanks, but we need more evidence.

We could be holding her against her will.

If Alicia's telling the truth,
that report is useless.

I also think we should contact
Mr. Almenara

and the doctors Donadio
and Garcia del Olmo.

Either that or the police.

You decide.

Excuse me. A patient wants a word.

He says he witnessed Ojeda's death.

As I told you a few days ago,

the day it all happened

I was in the recovery room
after having an attack.

When I left, I went to look for Alicia.

Why?

I was worried about her.

-She'd told me this absurd story about...
-lgnacio.

Please let him go on, Alicia.

They told me she'd gone to talk
with Ojeda.

I went to look for her.

I'd inadvertently told her
that he and Damian used to fight.

When I found her,
Ojeda was trying to rape her.

I wanted to intervene,

but he got up to run away.

He stumbled and cracked his head open.

I went to look for help.

Someone must have found them
and drawn the wrong conclusion.

Is that true?

Yes.

As far as I can remember.

Well, that settles it.

We'll include the statement in the report

and no additional police intervention
will be necessary.

Thank you, Ignacio.

If you don't mind, we have a private
matter to discuss with Alicia.

Hello.

I'm Alicia Gould.

I presume you've been brought up to speed?

Did you speak with Heliodoro?

We called home,
but your husband can't be reached.

I was wrong to tell him
I was in Buenos Aires.

He'll be looking for me.

I'm surprised he didn't contact
the embassy or police.

Meaning?

Isn't it strange?

Unless the patient reached her goal
before coming here

and her husband is already dead.

You won't find a body in my house.
All right?

Go and check.

Go on!

Or call Dr. Donadio and have him go there

and clear up this misunderstanding.

-He's at a congress in Zurich.
-Zurich?

We notified him by telegram,

but he hasn't replied.

The only one who can prove or disprove it
is Dr. Del Olmo.

So what are you waiting for?

Please tell him to come.

Alicia,

when you saw this gent who was listening
carefully to the statement,

you assumed he was a policeman.

It couldn't be further from the truth.

Don't you recognize him?

No.

I've never seen this man before.

I'm Raimundo Garcia del Olmo.

And you claim you're here because of me.

Have you nothing to say?

I can't.

-I can't.
-Why?

Why can't you?

Why?

Why can't you say anything, Alicia?

Because he's not Raimundo Garcia del Olmo.

Of course he is.

No.

No, no. This gentleman is not
Garcia del Olmo.

This man did not hire me.

It's not him.

-He didn't bring me here.
-Alicia!

There's no doubt about it.

-Tell us who drove you here.
-I am, Montse.

Raimundo Garcia del Olmo.

What you mean who came with me?

What do you mean?

Raimundo Garcia del Olmo, I said!

I'm telling you it was
Raimundo Garcia del Olmo!

Montse, please, believe me, it's a trap.

What? No, no, no. Just a minute.
Don't touch me.

Let me go!

Please, Montse.

It's a mistake, Montse.
Get off me!

Why are you doing this?

Motherfucker, let me go.
Let me go!

Let me go!

Don't touch me!

Motherfucker!

Get off me!

Montse!

Let me go!
Let me go!

Alicia.

Look at me, Alicia.

No need to talk.

Blink if you know who I am.

Who are you?

Alicia.

Do you know who you are?

Everything will be fine,
thanks for being so brave.

Who are you?

Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

No.

Tell me the truth. Who are you?

The truth

is whatever you want it to be.

We have to sign these.

Here.

Good. That's it.

I'm Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

Thanks for being so brave.

Who are you?

Whatever you want it to be.

I'm Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

Everything will be fine,
thanks for being so brave.

You're worse than I am.

Who are you?

Whatever you want it to be.

Alice...

Alice, thanks for being so brave.

I'm Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

Alice!

Thanks for being so brave.

I'm Dr. Garcia del Olmo.

Thanks for being so brave.

Everything will be fine.

Honey?

Everything okay?

She opened her eyes.

Alicia,

can you hear me?

Mommy, we're here.

Alicia, listen to me.

Hold on, okay?

I swear I'll get you out of here.

You've seen her.

Let's go before they find us here.

No.

They'll take good care of her.

Let's go.

You have to be with your sister.
You can't leave her alone.

Heliodoro...

Go now. Don't let them see you.

Your husband isn't here.

It was...

It was...

It was him.

You saw her again?

Yes.

And?

-We have to get her out.
-It's against the rules.

-The treatment is excessive.
-I know.

But you saw her with Del Olmo.

We obviously made a mistake.

There's an explanation.

-What I made up has turned up to be true.
-What do you mean?

Heliodoro planned everything
so he could keep my money.

Only he could change that photo

to make me believe Garcia del Olmo
was who he really wasn't.

He knew what he was signing.

He hired someone to impersonate Del Olmo.

-That's too much...
-You were all right.

No one killed Damian.

Your admission was checked
and approved by the council.

It's all in order.

Donadio must have helped him, Montse.

I bet he promised him lots of money.

My money. What a rat.

It's true that Donadio hasn't replied
to our telegram.

The perfect plan.
They'd lock me up

and the more I went on
about a non-existent case,

the crazier I'd seem to everyone.

Starting with the Director himself.

We must tell Alvar.

He was fooled just like you.

Unless he was involved as well.

That's going too far.

Is it? It would explain his obsession
with ruling out her version,

applying such harsh treatment.

Those are serious accusations.

Can you prove it?

My bank accounts.

If the money is gone it would explain
Heliodoro's disappearance.

-Let's call the bank.
-No, I have to go there in person.

I got you out of the cage,

but only the medical board
can discharge you.

It's the only way.

If we follow the money trail
it'll lead us to Donadio, Heliodoro,

and I'm afraid Alvar as well.

What if it doesn't lead us anywhere?

Then I'm sorry,
it'll mean I've ended up going crazy.

Stay here and don't do or say anything.

Let's go.

May |7

Al right.

As soon as he wakes up,
have him transferred to his cell.

Yes.

And contact the family.

Alicia de Almenara?

Is she having treatment?

Dr. Castell stopped treatment
this morning.

Hello. I wish to report something.
I work at the psychiatric hospital.

We believe that one of our patients
has been legally kidnapped.

Excuse me?

RECEIVED FROM: HELIODORO DE ALMENARA
THE SUM OF: 2 MILLION PESETAS

What the hell are you doing here?

What's this about?

Alicia's husband paid 20 times the usual
rate to have her admitted.

That money was for the hospital.

In your name?

I deposited the check as soon as I got it.

It's in the ledger, it's all above board.

No one pays that amount for nothing.

-What did you promise Heliodoro?
-Nothing.

I've never spoken to him.

And if I did, I would say

that everything I did up to now
was to help his wife.

Her admission was legal
and as per Donadio's decision.

It doesn't matter what she says about it.

Our responsibility was to cure her.
That is our mission.

No one here should forget that.

Understood?

Where is she?

In her cell.

Fine.

Now collect your things, you're fired.

I don't want to see you here again.

Find her.

Samuel Alvar.

Alicia de Almenara is not in her cell. No.

She's going to try escaping.

Have you seen Alicia Almenara?

Anyone seen Alicia Almenara?

Have you seen Alicia?

Alicia Almenara?

-You say her name is Alice Gould?
-Yes.

As I said,
I work at the psychiatric hospital.

We have reason to believe
she was legally kidnapped.

She needs to see her bank accounts
to confirm her suspicions.

Suspicions that are unfounded.

-The paper work is in order.
-No.

No, her husband is missing.

Nobody reported it.

-No relative, no friend...
-I'm doing it for her.

You can call the hospital and check.

Anyone seen Alicia Almenara?

Have you seen Alicia Almenara?

Alicia Almenara.

Have you seen Alicia Almenara?

-Have you seen Alicia Almenara?
-Yes.

I have seen her.

-I have seen her.
-Where have you seen her?

-Where?
-In the toy workshop.

Your patient is incapacitated.

A complaint like this
must be made officially.

You won't do anything
without Alvar's permission?

Inspector, the autopsy results.

Perfect.
Dr. Arellano was leaving already.

What?
Excuse me, Inspector, I told you...

Right now the coroner and I
have real crimes to investigate.

Isn't it strange a doctor would bother
coming personally to report that?

Tell Soto to call the Central Bank.

Anyone seen Alicia de Almenara?

Urquieta?

As far as I know, she's in the cage.

They said she ran this way.

Don't believe what they say.

There are crazy folk here.

Remember,

if you help her
you'll receive the same punishment.

We're not helping anyone.

Thanks.

Thanks, Ignacio.

-You're welcome. What's going on?
-I need to get out.

Otherwise, they'll finish me off.

Can I have your attention, please?

I need to get out of here,
but I need your help.

-We'd love to help, but it's impossible.
-No.

I have a plan.

A plan.

But I need your help.

Yes? Sure?

Are you in?

Ignacio,

I'll need your lighter.

SOLVENT

Hello?

How did you get in?

I got the keys from the storeroom.

The husband has gone.
It's been unoccupied for a while.

Alicia is right.

They tricked her.

Come back as soon as you can.

A lot is going on here.

What's going on?

ALICE GOULD
PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

Hurry, Ignacio.

Urquieta!

Take it easy, I'll call a doctor.

Fire. Come on, out.

Fire!

Get out, fire!

-Fire!
-Where to?

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Fire! Come on, come on!

Fire!

Come on!
Fire!

Come on, hurry, Remus.

Move!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Get out!

Come on!

Remus, take it easy.

Come on. Come on!

Come on.

Fire. Come on, get out!

Everybody out!

Get out!

Fire!

-Get out!
-Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Get out!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here,
you're going to get burned!

I need some help here!

Romulus!

No!

Romulus!

Ro... Ro...

Gangway!

Get out of the way!

Out!

Go back to your cells!

Hold them!

Gangway!

Let the director through!

Why are you here?

You're going to need
all the help you can get.

Detective Soto.
Inspector Ruiz de Pablos.

-We've received a call about a dead kid.
-I'll take you to his cell.

Excuse me. Can you open it for me?

What?

I'm the coroner.

They're waiting for me
to inspect the body.

Didn't they tell you?

I'm the coroner.

Yes, of course. Sorry.

Excuse me!

I was told it was in the men's block.
Cell number 317.

The deceased is Romulus, right?

Could you tell me where it is?

Coming.

The perpetrator
is one of those crooked lines.

Why begin that whole tedious process
just so he invariably

ends up here again?

The missing patient

could mean trouble for you, right?

Yes.

And perhaps for you, too.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Okay.

The escapee's turned up.

-How the hell has she got here.
-Search me.

-This car is not ours.
-I know. Help me get her out.

Wait, wait.

Come on, now.

-She's not a patient or staff.
-She's wearing uniform.

Who the hell is she?

Her name is Lucia.

Our coroner.

That's the coroner?

Arrest that woman now.

I'm sorry about your coroner,
but the situation called for it.

Who might you be?

A very dangerous patient.

Arrest me if you want,
I won't put up a fight.

But first, listen to me.

Don't listen, she's smart
and will try and trick you.

That's why you're here, Doctor.

I just want to tell the truth,

it will explain my behavior
as well as who committed the crime.

You know who murdered him?

Yes.

And who is responsible
for letting it happen.

Me.

-Yes?
-I'm the coroner.

And Lucia?

She sent me instead.

I'll make a visual inspection.

I don't want to be disturbed.

Al right.

The first thing I noticed,
besides multiple glass wounds,

was that the thorax was crushed
and several bones broken.

There is only one explanation for this.

The body was crushed
by a considerable weight.

There was nothing in the cell.

I don't mean "something", I mean someone.

You see,

a few weeks ago a patient attacked me
and died.

What?

Another death?

You didn't report it?

One of the patients you questioned,
Ignacio Urquieta,

stated it was an accident...

He lied to protect me.

After tonight, there can only be
one explanation.

The victim was the one who defended me.

And his murderer witnessed it all.

Someone so large
he could lift the victim effortlessly.

And crush a thorax with his own weight.

With access to the murder weapon.

And with a motive.

-What?
-Love.

Nothing drives men more crazy
than unrequited love.

Romulus not only stole the girl he loved,

he took away his only friend here.

And that led him to act.

If you examine him,
you'll find glass cuts on his hands.

He must have cut himself.

Does this make sense?

It's true that Romulus and Elephant Man
frequently fought.

Go and check that.

Search for scratches on his face
or elsewhere in his body.

They must have struggled
and the victim may have scratched him.

No, he didn't.

The only marks he'd have...

...would be on his hands.

Come with me.

Show us your hands.

It was just like she said.

What the hell is going on?

I'm a qualified PI.

I'm being held here against my will.

I'll explain it all at the station.

Not without a medical discharge.

An innocent boy died because of me.

Romulus would be alive
if I hadn't tried to escape.

Didn't you claim you were kidnapped?

No one has been kidnapped.

One of your doctors
reported it at the station this afternoon.

This patient was admitted voluntarily
and on medical recommendation.

-What she says is untrue.
-No.

Not all of it.

Not about the money.

Her husband
completely cleared out her accounts.

It was possible because the account holder

was incapacitated.

I can't have you discharged.

But we can talk with the judge.

You're making a mistake.

My mistake was listening to you.

Remember what you said?

Really important things never change?

One of them is a policeman's duty.

To find out the truth.

Please come with us.

Yes, and we'll take your statement.

Where is Arellano?

I'm going to send this to the Provincial
Council and request your dismissal.

We all signed it.

You have no authority to do that.

-You were sacked.
-There's no official record of it.

Tomorrow we have a meeting.

What meeting?

The special medical board meeting.

To discharge Alice Gould.

The next time this gate opens

it'll be to let you out.

Can I ask you one last favor?

He's had an anxiety attack

and we've brought him here
as a precaution.

Can I be alone with him?

-Yes.
-Thank you.

What a horrible night, huh?

I was so afraid.

For a moment I thought...

...that I'd lost you.

But now I'm not afraid,
I know you'll always protect me.

Same as you've always protected
your sister

and your brother Remus.

They may mix you up,
but a mother always recognizes her child.

Tell me what happened.

Remus.

Remus...

Take it easy.
Take it easy, Remus.

Calm down.
Come on, let's go, Remus.

Stay here.

It was my fault.

I should have been there.

No, sweetheart, it wasn't your fault.

-Will you stay here with me?
-I can't.

Please.

My place is on the outside.

But I'll come whenever I can.

Whenever I can.

Ready?

Those are new glasses.

You were right.
The others were old-fashioned.

They suit you.

Thanks.

Will we meet again?

Aren't you tired of me?

See you at the board meeting.

Please take a seat.

Alicia de Almenara, you know
what brings you before this board?

To attend a trial.

We are psychiatric doctors,
we don't pass sentences.

I didn't say I was on trial, Doctor.

So, Alicia...

-How often did you lie to us?
-Countless times.

Are you in the habit of lying?

No, Doctor.

In just two months
I told a whole lifetime of lies.

I assure you that honesty was always
my guiding principle.

The same as it will be
when you discharge me.

Although we're waiting for the police
to track down your husband,

everything indicates
you were legally kidnapped

and the victim of a scam.

This morning we found out he left
for South Asia weeks ago with your money.

Heliodoro left no loose ends.

Dr. Donadio conveniently missing
in Zurich,

the fake Garcia del Olmo he hired,

and here I am locked up
begging for my sanity.

The question is, what do you intend to do?

This board must vote
and reach a unanimous decision.

So my fate is still in the hands
of Dr. Alvar.

Indeed.

As long as I'm still director here
my vote is equally valid.

Then I appeal to your dignity
to avoid an injustice, Doctor.

Your diagnosis of me was proven wrong.

All that was proven
was that your husband robbed you.

But was it by having you committed
or after you tried to kill him?

That's your resentment talking.

You know your problem?

You can't stand the fact
your authority was challenged by a woman

who questioned your methods
with me and all your patients

until the whole hospital
turned against you.

Opposing my discharge will only reveal you
in a petty, unprofessional light

that will do you no favors.
Believe me.

You know what you just revealed?

No, enlighten me.

Your remarkable superiority complex.

One which lead you to psychoanalyze me

and to try and kill your husband.

You're ill, Alicia.

And manipulative.

And dangerous.

Although no one else here
seems to realize that.

But don't worry, I won't contradict them.

Ladies and gentlemen,

out of coherency and dignity,

and because I refuse to believe
you've lost all judgement,

I relinquish my vote

and trust your decision.

Are you sure?

This hospital's reputation
is in your hands.

All I ask is that if you finally

decide to declare Alicia de Almenara sane,

destroy that letter where you discredit me
and ask for my expulsion,

and replace it with this one.

This is addressed
to the Secretary of Health.

He gave me the post, so I owe it to him.

I explain that I'm resigning
for personal reasons and request

that he allows the medical board
to choose a new director

or female director,

in this case.

Any objections?

We accept your conditions.

Anything else before we vote?

Just let me point out
what you have lost sight of.

Trust in clinical judgment.

In this case, Dr. Donadio's judgment.

Do you remember
what he told us in that letter?

Are you going to let your diagnosis depend
on a sick woman's lies?

Think about it.

We'll proceed with the voting.

Answer this question with a yes or a no.

"Should Alice Gould de Almenara
receive a declaration of sanity?"

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

This decision
has been the biggest mistake ever made.

I'm just glad

it isn't under my responsibility.

I told you it was a trial.

Not mine.

The only thing I feel for you all

is deep displeasure.

This board accepts your resignation.

You can collect your things, Samuel.

By the way,

Dr. Donadio called me last night.

After the congress in Zurich,

he went on vacation with his wife.

There was no conspiration.

Our telegrams simply didn't reach him.

I asked him if he could come
to clarify this matter and he agreed.

Good afternoon.

Hello, Alice.

What mess did you got yourself into now?

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