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You take the right, you the left...
You with me.
Search it all,
search every floor, every room.
On it. -Come on.
What's going on? -We received an anonymous tip
reporting that young women are being held against their will.
What did you just say? This is absurd.
It's easy to check, isn't it? May I?
Come on.
Check the room.
Santos, Ballesteros, to the basement.
You, upstairs. With me. -Come with me.
Yes, sir.
Excuse me!
It's our lawyers.
That won't be necessary.
We're leaving.
No, wait!
No!
Don't leave! Fuck!
Dad, dad!
Wait! Dad, listen to me, please.
I know something is going on in there. Please, don't go.
I should have known you were behind, fuck.
Trust me.
Come on, go on.
They were close. Too close.
It was all that girl's fault, the seer.
She put the police on our trace.
We must speed everything up.
Get ready, it's your turn.
I want to help too.
You?
I could give that girl a lesson.
I know her whole family well, I was friends with her grandmother.
Fine.
Let's see what you can do.
Don't teach her a lesson.
I want you to get rid of her for us, forever.
Haven't you got any sleep last night?
I assure you that we will find Álvaro, okay?
What if it is too late?
Have you seen Zeta?
Wasn't he with you?
Nope.
I don't know if I dreamed it, but I could have sworn
I heard him leave in the middle of the night.
Zeta!
Zeta!
Dammit, you could wait for me, couldn't you?
I don't go through walls yet. -Is he here?
No.
What if they have taken him too?
No, fuck, don't say that.
Did Zeta say anithing before leaving?
I don't know, where he was going? -I told you I was sleeping.
What should we do now?
You? I've no fucking idea. But I'm off to class.
The annoying "Petri woman" told me why she wanted to talk to me.
Who knows what the heck she wants.
Update me later, okay?
We'll split up and look all over town.
We're going to find them no matter what.
Both of them. Yes?
Okay? Fine, okay.
Yes, but I don't understand you, daughter...
But, what were you thinking?
How could you think of making a false report?
It's not false, dad.
I'm sure that there is something serious going on in that place.
Perhaps their breakfast juice is from concentrate...
Behave yourself, Paula, dammit,
you're a Guardia Civil agent, for God's sake.
Well...
Mario...
I don't want you copying other years' work, I know you well.
Quiet, kids.
In groups of no more than two.
The presentations will begin next Wednesday
in alphabetical order. Is the topic clear?
Mannerism.
YOUR NECK DRIVES ME CRAZY, I CAN'T FOCUS
Are you taking notes?
Yes.
Oh... Mannerism.
You can take references from classical artists
such as Raphael,
Leonardo...
YOU REALLY DRIVE ME CRAZY
Yes?
Like Michelangelo...
Classical artists,
"a la manieri" artists. That's where mannerism comes from.
"A la manieri" is trying to recreate
their way of working artistically.
Well, I think we have it all,
ten pages, single space... Please.
Olivia, Bea, stay for a moment. I like to discuss something.
Shall I wait for you outside? -Okay.
You know in a few days we'll hold a tribute to your classmates
who died at the Paraíso fire
and I thought you could say a few words, both of you,
together. -I can't fucking believe it!
I'm not messing, I'm informing you.
Wouldn't that be a nice gesture?
Well, you knew them. I think it's important
we keep the memory of those poor kids alive,don't you?
Can we refuse?
I'm afraid not.
I'll leave you the class key,
so you can start writing the speech now, during recess.
Thank you, girls.
Welcome to the special program
on the third anniversary
of the kidnapping of the Almanzora girls.
What you are about to see below is just a small preview
of what lies ahead. -Nothing?
Shit, fuck!
We just shouldn't have let him go alone.
Zeta! -I don't understand, why them?
Álvaro! -What do you mean?
Zeta!
Have you seen them?
Damn. This makes no sense. If it's true I'm the Chosen One,
why are they going after them and not me?
I don't know, but it's as if earth swallowed them up.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? The clown from It .
Huh? -The fucking clown attacked
them one by one, taking advantage oftheir weak points,
using their own fears against them.
They're not after the Chosen One,
they're after his friends.
Without them...
The Chosen One is lost.
First, they went after Álvaro, then Zeta.
What's wrong?
Why are you looking at me like this?
Shit!
Fuck this shit!
You will die at his hands,
you will die at the Chosen One's hands.
Fuck this fucking shit, they're so fucking smart!
Javi, don't let them take me, please, swear it.
Don't worry, Quino, nothing will happen to you.
Of course it will!
I'm like the main character's typical chubby and funny friend,
the black dude in all the movies,
fuck, I won't make it alive to the last half hour.
I can't go back to the Abyss, Javi. Not again.
No, that won't happen.
Álvaro and Zeta are not there and you aren't going back either.
Okay? I swear.
Zeta was right, we have to find the lair
of the Undead and discover where they're hiding.
Third anniversary. Early morning. -What's going on here?
A group of Guardia Civil agents burst into
a peaceful hotel in Almanzora.
How are the customers feeling?
Tension, anguish.
Apparently, an anonymous caller
reported that something was going on in there,
but everyone in town knows who made the call,
the now famous agent Paula Costa.
Fixation, persecution mania,
psychopathy?
I don't know if they are after you or me,
but I think Ávaro and Zeta are in that hotel.
Costa is never wrong.
Come on.
Mario!
Mario, see you later.
Mario!
Mario!
Mario.
You heard about Costa, didn't you?
Did you know about this?
The doctor ordered absolute bed rest,
but she utterly ignored him.
Hadn't she been told she could get out of bed?
She can get out of bed. Not go on searches and make anonymous calls.
Don't create bad blood, man.
You're lifelong friends,
you know her, she's stubborn as a mule.
She lied to me, Roca.
She looked me in the eye and lied to me.
Mario.
Mario!
Almudena Cornelles,
she is a criminalist and crime reporter.
Thank you for being here.
As experts in criminology and psychiatry,
do you believe that the behavior
of agent Paula Costa is normal behavior,
given the way all the events occurred?
Well, it seems that, no doubt, she developed a disorder,
this experience produced in her....
Yes? -Hello, good morning,
I'm Mario Bermúdez de Castro,
I'm an editor of Marina Santolaya's program and I wanted...
Hey, Sandra, where do you think you're going?
To work?
You can't go to that place. -No, of course I can.
In fact, I'm going. -Sandra!
What? -You can't,
you're not feeling well yet.
Yes, so?
I'll have to fix your screw-up, won't I?
I didn't want to get you in trouble.
That's just what you've done.
We'll wait.
Are you going to browse the fucking Super Pop
all afternoon and do nothing? -I didn't know besides being
a medium you were a fortune teller.
What are you doing? What the heck? -Girl.
You can't beat me at being nasty.
Get your act together and the sooner we start,
the sooner we'll finish, okay? Get working.
I don't know how I can help you.
Clearly you were closer friends with them than I was.
What do you care?
You already have super-duper cool friends.
Do you have a problem with them?
None at all. -Oh, okay.
What surprises me is that you don't have one.
Do you really like that sucker you exchange little notes with?
His name is Mateo. -Look, I don't care about his name,
but, come on, you don't like him one bit.
What's more, I don't even think you get along.
Enlighten me. So, why am I dating him?
Really? Don't you know? -No.
Because you want to forget Javi.
Bea...
If you go to that hotel without any protection,
you are doing exactly what the Undead want you to do.
Saving my friends?
Walking into the lion's den
all by yourself. And you'll fall into their trap.
Do you know how many can be in there?
Did you see that? -The only thing I know is
that Álvaro died helping me find my sister
and Zeta gave up the Afterlife to help me too.
I did my part too. -I'm not going to stay
training powers I may never be able to control,
while my friends are taken away because of me.
I present the incredible invisible man.
Those powers can save you. -Damn.
And them too. -Look, Anabel, I'm going
because that's what friends do.
You don't understand because you haven't had
real friends or you've never loved anyone.
I didn't mean that.
Forget it.
Anabel... -I just ask for one thing:
We can't just walk into that hotel,
we must make them leave first.
And not today, going at night would be suicide.
How are we going to get them out?
Activating the fire alarm
will give us a few minutes to reach Álvaro and Zeta.
When they realize it's a false alarm,
we'll be out.
Costa!
Wait.
Mario has just gone fishing.
At this time of day?
He told you, right?
Okay. He hasn't spoken to me all day, he hasn't even
been home for lunch.
Little do I know him if he doesn't fish all night.
I'haven't killed anyone, I don't understand it.
What? -Pregnant, risking the baby...
Something could happen to him.
No... I haven't taken any risks, Roca, none.
I was fine and the baby is fine.
Yeah, but maybe...
This reminds him of what happened to Javi
and Inma...
What do you mean by "what happened to Javi?"
Childbirth, he almost died.
What?
Didn't you know?
No.
What about Inma?
You'll have to talk to him.
No, Roca.
Don't screw me over, don't leave me like this.
Talk it over with him, Costa.
Are you mad about what happened to Costa this morning?
Isn't that enough? She made such a mess.
Fuck, I work here.
She could have been a little careful, right?
No one blames you.
We don't choose our family. It is what it is.
I can't tell how much I'm looking forward to going home
and seeing her. -Don't go.
Stay here.
Here? -With me.
I mean, the staff rooms are no big deal,
but there are clean sheets and double blankets.
Call home and say that you are staying at a friend's house,
just like that, you don't need so many explanations.
Are you sure I'm not disturbing you?
Disturbing me?
I want nothing more than to spend the night together,
with my best friend.
How can a disembodied being snore like that?
If you're thinking you've made a fool of yourself by coming
all this way to help an asshole,
well, you're absolutely right.
I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
Why not?
It's the truth.
Do you want to know why I could control it as soon as I died?
Why it was fucking easy?
Because my parents didn't really love me,
they never really loved me.
No, don't say that.
My father wasn't a good guy, Javi,
he wasn't good to me.
Wait, what do you mean that he wasn't good to you?
Your mother?
She did nothing.
She knew, but...
One day I couldn't take it anymore.
I was going to report him the next day,
but he found out before I did.
That's why it was so easy for me to control it:
I wasn't leaving anything behind.
Until I met you.
No! No, please, no!
Help me!
Mom!
Don't let them hurt us, please!
Calm down. I am here.
Go to sleep.
I'm glad he has you,
that he knows what it's like to love someone.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
We both know you don't give a shit.
I know who you are.
I saw the pictures you kept with all those kids.
What did you do with them? Did you kill them?
You're wrong,
those children were very loved.
Like Álvaro.
Bullshit, they weren't loved.
You don't understand.
We cannot have children.
The only thing left was adoption.
It is part of the price we have to pay.
You can't imagine how hard it is to see a child die.
Moving away from him because tricks no longer work.
They grow up,
grow old...
and you remain the same.
Sometimes, when the time came, we would just disappear.
And we'd start a new life away from them.
Except with Álvaro.
You let them kill him.
I was forced to look the other way.
A real mother would never have done that.
I wish I could go back.
Álvaro has changed me.
He's a very special boy, you know that.
You have to promise me something.
When the time comes,
don't let Álvaro take any more risks for me.
Save him.
He will try to resist, but you have to make him.
I know that with you by his side he will be fine.
Promise me?
Wait for me here.
Fuck, Quino, you scared me.
Sorry, I couldn't sleep a wink either.
You are worried about Álvaro and Zeta, right?
I can't stop thinking about them.
They are in that hotel,
alone, unable to escape
and we aren't doing anything.
Yes, but Anabel was right, we have to wait for daybreak.
Or not. Maybe that's just what they least expect.
I mean, if we go at night, we could catch them off guard.
When have we ever waited, Javi?
We have always been gut-driven.
Anabel doesn't get it,
she's not one of us.
But Álvaro and Zeta wouldn't hesitate for a minute.
They would come get us.
Do you really think it's what's best?
I'll go get her. -No!
No, no...
Don't put her in danger.
She does not agree with this either.
Fuck, Javi, you're the Chosen One, that's got to count for something.
What are you doing?
Come.
Come.
This way.
Where the hell are we going? Evelyn, we can't be here.
Shit.
Run, run!
Run, run, get in.
Sandra...
Damn.
Guess where we are going to sleep tonight.
No way.
Yes.
Hello?
Zeta?
Álvaro?
Guys?
Is it you?
If it's a joke, I don't think it's fucking funny.
What about the journal?
Come on!
Wait for me, Quino.
This way. -Fuck, Quino, wait.
Waiting to see him show up?
Give up now.
He's here.
Are you going to tell me?
What is your relationship with that child?
Who is he?
Perfect,
since he's nobody, you won't mind
if I make him disappear forever.
What now? Which way should we go?
What are we doing here?
We must continue our search. I don't know, maybe a basement...
It's this way. I am sure of it.
Okay, hurry!
Stop.
What are you doing?
What was the name of the movie about the clown
that separates the kids to attack them when they are alone?
What are you talking about? What? We must hurry.
I know, but what was its name?
I don't know.
No, no, don't hurt me!
Quino! -Al!
Are you okay? -Zeta...
Yes.
Well, that's fucking great, only Javi is missing and we're all here.
Why don't we get out of here?
Come on.
Who is that? -My mother.
Why is she here?
If we leave, they'll kill her.
No way, buddy.
I can release her.
The guys at today's tribute were my friends,
my true friends.
And they died tragically
and suddenly
and it was like a kick in the balls,
it really sucked.
Javi, Álvaro, Quino and Zeta
were not just some friends,
they were true friends.
So much fuss about training for this?
Shut the fuck up!
Don't stare at me, I get nervous.
Don't fucking look at me!
Mom! -Not bad, Cejudo.
Not bad? I am the fucking master!
We have to go. Come on! -Come on! Come on! Okay, mom!
It is closed on the outside. -I'll take care of it.
You can call me Doctor Manhattan.
Let's go, let's go!
Do you know what true friends are?
True friends are always there,
no matter what happens, no matter who it fucking bothers,
always...
Even if you screw up, they are there,
even if you really blow it,
even if you distance yourself, get really upset
and don't talk to each other for years, they are there.
They accept you
and they love you.
This way!
Shit!
What the hell do we do, Manhattan? -Easy, go through this wall
and run until we reach Paraíso.
My mother can't walk through walls.
We have to go back and find another way out.
You promised.
Mom...
Álvaro you have to get out of here.
No way.
No... Mom, we won't leave you here.
They'll kill you.
You have to save yourself.
Son...
And they do what's best for you,
even though you're splitting open
and you don't understand why the fuck that shit
is best for you. -Mom!
Mom!
Mom! No!
Mom!
No! Mom!
No! Mom!
No!
What are you doing?
Why is no one following us? -I don't know,
but I'm not going to ask. Come on!
Because they look at you and see you, they smell you,
they know you better than anyone else,
sometimes even better than you know yourself.
You can't mess with them,
because if you try to,
they'll catch you,
because they know you through and through,
they're the mirror in which you are reflected,
and that reflection reveals reality,
the truth,
even if it's a real kick in the balls,
even if it hurts more than pinching your nipples with clothespins.
You could have called if you were planning to spend the night out.
Aren't you even going to answer?
I guess the turning over a new leaf was just me, right?
Do you know how hard it was to take down Javi's room?
Mario... -No,
of course, because you could still be obsessed with the case,
We both know that's not what's bothering you.
What bothers me is that you lied to me, Costa. That's what bothers me.
I think I'm not the only one who has lied.
Excuse me?
The night Javi was born...
what happened?
Mario, we need to talk.
If you want honesty,
you'll have to share things too, don't you think?
Mario.
Javi is not my son, Costa.
What?
Inma fell in love with another man.
And when Inma died during childbirth, well,...
I don't know, I thought...
it was better if I didn't tell anyone,
because I didn't even want Javi to know.
And, in the end, well...
he died without knowing who his real father was.
I knew it was you.
Has no one ever told you who your real father is?
Do you know what's the worst part?
I think that man would have been a better father than me,
he would not have...
allowed Javi to die.
I knew it,
I knew you weren't going to stand idly by.
Won't you greet your father?
I don't know how it happened, I forget.
Cold and dark, I'm falling into the void.
I think I hear your voice in dreams,
it's calling me.
And if I try to follow it,
it fades.
A paradise where I can see where you're going.
Fate finds
several paths to cross.
Our memories vanish
like foam in the sea.
It will be a paradise where I find
eternity.
I keep wandering, lost.
I follow my heart,
looking for meaning.
I hear your song dreams,
far away.
And if I try to decipher it,
it ends.
A paradise where I can see
where you're going.
Fate finds
several paths to cross.
Our memories vanish
like foam in the sea.
It will be a paradise where I find
eternity.
Paradise.
It will be a paradise where I find
eternity.
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