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You could leave for Mexico

-on Monday, for example? -Excuse me?

-What's going on? -Martín, the guard,

we've gotten a lot of information out of him.

-But nothing about the coins. -I showed him how they got the book.

-What book? -The black book of the mad Arab.

I have more than one coin. I was lent three.

Merche, come with me. Come on!

We must talk about Elena.

Of all the women on earth it has to be her.

Is she alive?

I'm pregnant. I don't know by whom.

We've got it! There, there!

God, what the fuck is this?

We'd need some time inside there to search it thoroughly.

-Tell me how we do that. -By pretending to be crazy.

MADRID, SPAIN

Sure you don't want to eat anything?

I can't.

Does it still hurt?

Less.

-Are you sure? -You ask me every five minutes, Paco!

What do you want me to say? Of course, it hurts, a lot.

-I won't keep saying it. -Okay, okay.

We did what we could, Elena, really...

-But when it came out... -Yes, it was dead.

A hospital couldn't change things.

Don't lie. I felt it inside me.

Maybe you felt your own heart, like... I don't know.

I know you don't know, don't remind me.

It was inside me, it was alive, so don't try to deceive me.

-Why would I do that? -I don't know.

To not hurt me or some bullshit!

All I know is that I wake up...

and you tell me the child is dead. How do you want me to feel?

I feel the same as you.

If it's any consolation,

all this is my fault for bringing you to this shitty place

and not taking care of you.

I don't need anyone to take care of me.

Bring me the child, then we'll talk.

The child...

The...

The child, Elena...

Really...

It wasn't normal, okay?

You're a doctor now?

-Where's the child? Where's the baby? -I can't take it anymore.

Did you throw it in the trash? Where's the child? Where's the child?

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

-Are we sure of what we're doing? -Don't give me that shit now.

Let's go.

-I've brought him. -Good morning.

Are you sure it's him?

-Are you sure it's him? -Absolutely.

We worked together in Pedraza. No doubt about that.

Where did they find this man? They found him...

On an abandoned farm. He's been living there.

We assume so, up to now he hasn't said a word.

He's always like this, calm, but not a word.

Some cases take weeks to react.

His profile fits with the others.

Some cases take weeks to react.

But don't worry, with the treatment, we can help this man.

Don't worry, we'll do it.

-I leave him in your hands then. -Yes.

Come with me, sir.

Bye.

We shall begin treatment at once.

-Observation, phase 3. -Come on.

How are you? How are you feeling, honey?

-Is that the mother? -Yes.

What are you doing here?

Talking about what happened.

-Who are they? -Colleagues, don't worry.

I called Rafa,

and once Rafa saw what it was, he said, "They have to see this".

You can relax, nothing leaves here without your consent.

We guarantee that.

We'll need to run a test on you.

Only if you want, honey.

Stop calling me "honey".

It's normal, it's a huge shock.

-What have you done with it? -Nothing.

Nothing? Where is it?

In the fridge.

-Do you want to see it? -Hey, hey...

-Of course, I do. -Are you sure?

Elena, Elena, wait.

Are you sure you want to see this?

It's not "this"? It was my child.

Don't do it, please.

What...?

Allow me, allow me.

Look, look.

This gelatinous mass...

-Oh, là, là, là. -...comes away.

Lift it all off. How practical.

Marvelous beast.

Oh, là, là, là.

Oh, God, look, look...

It's perfectly fine. It's a totally reflex movement.

-How dreadful. -That must be the head.

The incubation process is incredible.

Sorry, my specialty is trypanosomiasis.

Were you in Africa or Asia a year ago? No?

In Brazil, there are insects that incubate their eggs in animals,

under the skin or in the stomach, but nothing of this size.

A tapeworm is bigger.

There's no comparison, it has a gestation process

resembling a pregnancy.

The abdomen is incredible, it's huge.

It's not normal, I've never seen anything like it.

Holy shit!

-Look out! -Its nails, my God!

Not here!

-Oh, my God! -Get away!

No, you'll hurt it.

Come here, come.

Stomp on it!

30 COINS

Now, fish for you, and carpaccio for me.

Thank you. And how about some white wine?

I wouldn't mind sharing the bottle,

-if you have no objections. -Oh, no. Of course.

We didn't talk about this.

-Go ahead. -I've got six.

Are you threatening me?

No, I'm just trying to establish the necessary parameters

for an upcoming negotiation.

Of course.

In that possible negotiation,

perhaps we should put in the balance the fact that I've saved your life.

I don't want to seem arrogant,

but I would love to show you what I'm capable of.

Oh, believe me, I understand this inordinate reaction.

No one has ever made things easy for you, right?

So you feel obliged to "demonstrate" your worth continuously.

But that is the past, dear, things have started to change.

Regarding the matter of your son, we have already resolved that.

When we arrive in Paris, you'll be reunited.

-How do I know that's true? -Because, my dear, I have ten coins.

Maybe more.

First, they give him to you and then they kidnap him.

That is not the way to establish a lasting association.

But they had no idea what they would find in you.

-Someone dispensable? -No, no, no.

Not to me. No.

There'll be no more lies, no more manipulation.

What I'm offering you is the opportunity to work together,

hand in hand, to start from scratch in a new world.

And that's not a metaphor.

Merche, listen to him.

I'm you, within three months. He's right!

Joining him is the best decision you've ever taken.

You're going to be very happy.

-That's a trick. -Possibly.

It's for you to decide,

but whatever your decision is,

I can assure you that you'll remember this moment

for the rest of your life.

That was fun.

That's more like it.

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

What's up? There you are driving. Didn't you want to be on camera?

Here we are documenting the trip.

Man, let me know and I'll prepare something. I don't know.

Look straight ahead.

Put away the phone, we can't waste the battery.

-It's another half hour to Pedraza. -You'll freak out there.

Hey, one little thing. If I cut, it's to do a retake.

Not for you to get angry.

-No, no, I won't get mad. - Right.

-I won't get mad. - You always get pissed off.

-I don't get mad or pissed off. -Is that him?

I miss him a lot.

-He looked like a good guy. -He was a good guy.

I gave him a bit of a hard time,

but we would have fun doing the reports.

Dude you are a self-taught person, just like Tarantino.

-You think so? -Yes, of course.

-You're good. -I'm a little bit like Tarantino.

I saw one of your videos before I met you.

-Which one? -About the tuberculosis hospital.

Fuck, the OR voices.

Fuck, that one was scary as hell.

-Were they real? -Of course.

Hearing the audio, we got hallucinating.

Jonas amplified the audio with a special app.

He was behind everything. Fuck.

And I didn't even put him in the credits.

That's how it is for some of us.

We stay in the shadows. But that isn't bad.

Is he in the shadows?

-Do you know where? -Your boyfriend?

He's not my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend.

-Did you hear something? -I'm sorry.

Maybe you're wrong.

-About what? -That I have powers.

-I don't see it. -You see other things.

-What if it was chance? -Chance? Too much chance.

Sometimes I tell myself...

You've had a lot of beatings, that's why you're dumb.

Imagining all the voices and stuff...

Don't say that, dude. You aren't dumb.

You are pure. You are like a brute diamond.

Even Laguna believes in you.

He's a good person. He cares about me.

Believe it or not. But sometimes he bothers me.

You're awake, aren't you?

I open one eye and there he is, with his face against mine.

Looking at me and writing everything down.

What a dude! Can you imagine if he finds my friend

-inside the clinic? -It's possible.

Or maybe he's buried.

That's what I told the police and they didn't believe me.

-Come! -Where?

To town.

How so? You have been here two years.

Sure you want to go back?

We gotta find out what is happening in the castle.

-For Jonás! -For Jonás.

What the hell! Let's go!

PARIS, FRANCE

-Good morning, madam. -Thank you.

Our adventurer has finally arrived.

What a lovely place. Have you been here before?

Yes and no. It's my first time inside.

But it has five stars on TripAdvisor, so...

-Well, tell me. Everything all right? -Perfect.

So our friend Delacruz...

Wasn't too receptive, no.

Right. Not very cooperative.

Not at all.

But in the end, it all worked out in our favor.

Good. Though I must confess you had us a little worried.

Thank you.

So many days with no news...

Lagrange, the signal in the jungle is just terrible.

Of course.

By the way, I had the chance to meet someone very interesting.

Christian Barbrow.

A charlatan.

I tried to make him join our select club, but he's too proud.

According to our reports,

he has at least one coin we haven't allocated.

Your reports are rather outdated.

-He has many. -Many.

Yes, let's say he's convinced many of your colleagues to cooperate.

-You're saying he has an edge on us. -Yes.

But that's not the most important thing.

He has something more.

-What? -A better plan than yours.

Nico, honey. My love.

Who missed Mommy? A kiss. A kiss.

You look so thin!

Have they been feeding you?

Hey, the missing man!

They finally nabbed you!

Nobody gets away.

Greetings, boss-man.

The only bosses here are the needle guys.

Did they give you the pills? They give you the runs at first,

-but you get used to it. -They help.

You're wondering, why was I fretting so?

-Are you all right? -What day is it today?

Martín.

The poor guy's not up to much.

-Such a shame, really. -It's the last couple of days.

Since they sucked out everything in his head.

-Martín. -A vacuum cleaner on his nape

and they took out all the juice.

Left him like a dry sponge.

Sure, you're all better. Just look at you.

You're really crazy, eh? You ought to be locked up.

Paco!

Paco!

-Elena. -Paco.

-What's that? -It's this.

-It's the... -The seal of the Toledo translators?

There it is. There it is.

Two coffees. One with a shot, to kill the flavor. Yes!

Just for one day, we have to celebrate.

It seems some king got mad at the owner of the castle

and surrounded them.

They were locked in.

-Look, there it is. -Wait there.

Tell me again, what you were saying.

The people inside were having a shit time,

and even ate the dead, it was so bad.

So they made this tunnel to get out and get food.

-Let's go, quickly. -Antonio, you're good at this.

Let's go.

-Wait. -The flashlight.

I'm telling you, as a YouTuber you'd crush it.

TOLEDO, SPAIN

-They were lost in the Middle Ages. -What books?

That's the least of it.

Copies in Arabic were found and these people translated them.

They're heroes. If not for them, we wouldn't know any of the story.

They didn't just translate scientific stuff,

but banned books the Church didn't want translated,

but Alfonso X did and these people worked for him.

They hid them so that no one would find out.

Alms.

-Has she turned up? -Yes. Shut up.

You like her, then you act like a saint.

I still don't understand the plan.

We should've looked for this guy...

-Barbrow. -...he snatched the book,

not driven Elena insane.

Now she hates me.

Elena!

-Are you crazy? -Elena!

Elena, it wasn't me, it was Lucifer.

No way. I'm going crazy.

-Come on, let's go. -Wait. Leave me!

No, Elena, you're not going crazy, they're making you crazy.

It was Santoro. I tried to stop him, but...

the idea of bringing that thing into the world...

That thing?

Vergara, you made it come out of my guts.

It's not easy breaking the barrier between Heaven and Hell.

The key was here, in the palace.

Do you mean Hell?

-So, you're with him? -Yes, I'm here.

They deceive me, lie to me...

You know Angelo is right.

Don't confuse her, let her do what she has to!

-Run, Elena! Flee! Run away! -What are you doing?

-Throw away the key! -That's enough!

-Vergara. Vergara! -What happened?

Keep going.

-Thanks, Antonio. -It's alright.

It's an archaeological dig.

They're after the coin, one is here.

One of Judas' coins?

So it's true, a ceremony was held here, a black mass.

Black, I don't know, but a ceremony. Even the Anti-Pope came.

-The other coins are everywhere. -They need all of them.

-That's their thing, right? -Right.

Let's see.

Wait a moment.

What the fuck?

What's going on?

I told you. Let's go.

Wait.

The old woman!

-Let's go. -Let's go.

What the hell?

No, wait. Shit. No, damn it.

-What's wrong? -It's all being deleted.

-No shit! Go! -It's being deleted.

-What the hell! -This way.

There's a lot of mental disorder.

His pulse is racing and his thoughts are out of control too.

-That woman? -Someone from his past.

Someone he's worried about. She appears a lot.

-What's that? -A wall.

I know it's a wall! What does it mean?

It may be the wall surrounding the town.

Something about the town wall.

And this? That is unrelated to the town.

-We'd need time... -No.

...for the right medication.

His circadian rhythms are altered by his hospitalization.

It affects the flow of thoughts.

Let's go to number seven.

Martín, the guard.

The last session was recent and we got nothing.

So, we try again.

Another cerebral overstimulation without time to rest...

We're the ones out of time. I want results now.

Connect it.

We'll put up item 436 to facilitate idea association.

And the coin? What happened to the coin?

It was there! The coin we're after!

It's the one we're after. Where did he go on the horse?

I remind you that we can't take it literally.

The image may be symbolic. It needn't be a horse.

It doesn't look symbolic to me.

It's a symbol of freedom.

I don't care about that. We have to find it.

It looks like he's in a loop. He's still there.

Give him another dose.

It could be dangerous.

Do it.

Yes, hello, Haruka.

Haruka? I can't understand a word.

Haruka? Haruka.

TOLEDO, SPAIN

I don't get why a place like this has no security.

And that guy?

Maybe he's watching us.

No, relax, it's nothing.

Damn it. Look.

Let's go. Come on.

-Salcedo. -Antonio?

-Why are you here? -I saw them.

The Frenchman. What are they doing here?

Wait for me in the car.

No, don't go in there. There's something.

-That's what I want to find out. -No!

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I got a lead. I think I'm on to something.

What are you doing?

Let's go. Go, go. Let's go.

Let's go, Elena.

Okay. Be careful, it's very fragile.

-They're taking it in now. - But what is it?

What do I look for?

-I couldn't see it. - Fuck, Salcedo.

They've given out the dinners and pills.

It won't be easy to move around.

This is important.

The Frenchman was on the phone and he was overjoyed.

Laguna?

Laguna?

Laguna?

He got caught.

-What are you doing there? -Fuck.

-Come on, it's curfew, champ. -That's enough, you'll harm yourself.

Today, you get an extra pill so you calm down, you're very unruly.

Come on. This way.

They should've burnt them.

Imagine burning something you worked on for four years.

-Shut up. -Yes.

-Damn it. -What?

-Did you hear that? -No. Come on.

Maybe it was me. Shit.

If we're caught, we have to think of something to say,

-an alibi or something. -This has no alibi, Paco.

Wait. Wait. Go for it.

Elena.

Do it.

-It doesn't work. -What?

-It doesn't work. -What do you mean?

-Try if you like. It's not working. -It's 1000 years old.

Who knows how long it's been like this?

Paco.

Come on, open your mouth. Come on, open your mouth.

Give it here.

Open your mouth.

We're going to get on fine, okay?

Don't mess with me and I'll leave you alone.

-Or do I tie you to the bed? -No.

-Do you want that? -No.

Come on. Go, go, go.

Swallow. Swallow.

Swallow. No tricks.

Tongue out.

What could this be?

I don't know.

To carry the books, a trolley or something.

Like a minecart?

SUBJECT: PHILOSOPHY

Paco, help me.

Shit.

This...

It has no lock.

Wait.

-We're doing it? What for? -Will they force us to do that?

That is what they want. We have to set the limits.

In the end, we always do that.

Hand me the key.

They say that Philip II of Spain was into witchcraft and such things.

-No way. He was super religious. -A man of many hobbies.

Bosch's paintings,

they say they're full of things he imagined in his nightmares.

Who would've thought?

Did you hear that? Let's go.

Wait.

Watch out.

Let's go. Come on.

Go slowly.

This is where they kept what the Pope feared most.

This is the good shit.

That's it.

-Okay, okay. -Help me out.

Shit.

-What's that? -What do you think?

-Wait, wait. -Paco, what are you doing?

Didn't Vergara say not to look at it?

-Don't open it, it could be poisoned. -Okay.

Let's go!

Let's go. Let's go.

Run! Run! Come on! Run!

Let's go! Let's go! Don't stop.

Put the book away. Put the book away.

-Will you give me the book? -What?

-The book? -What the hell!

Can't you hear the kid? Give him the book.

-Give me the damn book! -Get off!

-Go, go! -Run!

Damn it!

-Son of a bitch. -Give us the book.

Give me the book.

Hey! Hey!

This is too much. I've got a bit of a headache.

-Holy hell. -Come on!

Holy shit!

Motherfucker! The book! Give us the book, motherfucker!

The book!

You won't make it, it's impossible.

Don't listen to them. Let's go.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

What do you want of me?

-What's he doing? -I must tell you something!

-He's too powerful. -What are you saying?

Go away.

-Get up. -Leave him.

-Get up, get up. -You don't understand.

You're the ones that need help.

I don't mind dying.

There he is. Run.

-Stop! -Stop!

I've got it.

Holy shit. This is horrible.

It's mine.

Let go of it.

It's my book. Let go of it! Let go of it!

Open this. Quickly.

Open it. Quickly. Harder!

Give them to me.

Shit, he's got it.

I've got it.

We've found it.

BARAJAS AIRPORT, SPAIN

Hello, sir. May I?