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Get up!

Get your brother!

Watch out, Álex! Watch out!

Are they asleep now?

Yes. It took them a while.

You really scared them.

I know.

Hey.

What you said about once being dead... What does that mean?

What you saw about me actually happened.

I don't get it.

I was dead.

Exactly like you described me.

THE LAST NIGHT AT TREMORE BEACH

EPISODE 4 FOR JUDY

I don't know where to start.

It happened a long time ago.

If you hadn't told me what you saw, I probably wouldn't have ever told you.

My nightmares started after a real nightmare.

Eight years ago, I was ready to take on the world,

enjoy life,

meet people.

I decided to do it in Toulouse.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Are you Judy?

- Yes. - Okay. These are your keys.

Your apartment is there.

I was never afraid of new beginnings.

- Great. - Bye.

I hadn't done it before because of my mom. We only had each other.

She raised me on her own.

She died of cancer one month before I moved to Toulouse.

She was sick for a long time.

Maybe that's why I became a nurse.

It's perfect.

I learned that life and death always go hand in hand.

Being aware of how ephemeral we are made me enjoy the little things.

The doctor tells the patient,

"I'm sorry, sir, you don't have much time left."

"I don't have much time left? Can I do something to get more time?"

"Yes. Count it slowly."

Is that it?

Miray, that's really bad.

Her name was Miray, and she was my best friend in Toulouse.

You order.

- Me? - Yes.

Two... Two croissants, please.

She helped me feel at home. She was always there.

I left home looking for different ways of living.

I think Rioja is the best.

- Rioja is good. - Yes.

Judy, where are you from exactly?

From Santander.

I fold. I'm going to bed.

Little by little, I found my place...

- I'm in. - And?

- I won! - No way.

T-shirt!

...far away from everything that saw me grow up.

Miray was one of those people who...

you need to have close to you.

I love this park.

Do you like it? Beautiful pigeons!

We could have a picnic.

We tried to...

enjoy life, which is the least we should all aspire to do.

- Mimi. - Mimi.

I was very happy in Toulouse.

Look! That looks great.

That place is cool.

Until 4:00 a.m. That's promising.

Until one night that changed everything.

Thanks a lot, honey bunny!

- Look at this party. - We need to go there.

Buckle up, my friend. You're going to love it.

Drink!

We're going to have so much fun!

- Miray, you're crazy. - I know. Now let's have some fun.

- That way. - Where?

I don't know, I feel like having a drink.

Oh là là!

I see love everywhere!

Mark my words, we won't leave here until tomorrow!

We met some guys.

I'll never forget their names.

Alphonse.

- Claude. - Kadir.

Clément. My friends call me Clem.

Pierre.

Pierre.

His name was Pierre.

And I liked him.

I liked him a lot.

Three, four, five. Five.

We rented an RV and are traveling around in it.

How did you guys end up here, if I may ask?

How did we end up here? Good question.

Because our little wolf is getting older. He just turned 26.

Happy birthday to you!

They were on a road trip in their RV. It was some kind of tradition.

Pierre looked at me and said,

"Do you want to dance?"

Come with me?

Yes.

I had withdrawn into myself a long time ago.

That night, I broke free.

That night, I danced.

We started... kissing.

Miray made out with a guy she had met on the dance floor.

He invited her to his place.

Before leaving, she asked me if I wanted a ride home.

Excuse me?

Miray!

Do you want a ride home?

I said something to Miray that...

that I will never forget.

"I will regret this tomorrow."

I will regret this tomorrow.

We only live once. Right, gorgeous?

- See you tomorrow at the hospital? - Yes.

And she left.

And then Pierre came closer and whispered in my ear...

Can I take you to a magical place?

We explored every corner of the house

until we got to...

to a basement.

Hold on. The door.

Go shut it.

Quick.

He knew perfectly well what he was doing to me and...

and I liked it all.

I love kissing you.

I love your skin.

Hold on.

What? Would you rather go to the RV?

No. Do you have a condom?

I felt so free.

The only thing I wanted

was to have fun with him.

You're so beautiful.

Then I saw it.

I'm going to...

What the hell are you doing?

- What? - You recorded me?

- You recorded me, asshole. - No, I didn't.

- You recorded me! - I didn't!

- You recorded me. - I didn't press "record."

- Give me the phone! - You want it?

Give me the phone!

- Do you want the phone? - Yes.

Ask for it nicely.

- Do you want the phone? - Yes.

- Do you want the phone? - Yes!

Do you want the phone? Here's the phone.

Here's your phone.

- Now get out of here. - Asshole.

- What'd you say? - Asshole.

- Bitch. - Asshole.

Bitch!

Get out of here!

Asshole.

Take your bag and get out!

Get out. I said get out!

What's going on here?

Don't tell me you finished already.

- She wants to leave the job half done. - No.

That's just bad manners.

You need to finish what you started.

What's up, man?

We don't leave things half-done. Finish what you started.

Let me leave.

Don't worry. We're just dancing.

Let me leave.

I wanted to leave and I didn't know how.

- Stop! - Don't move.

- Stop! - Hold her tight!

I couldn't. It was... it was impossible.

And one of them pulled his pants down.

Do it, man!

Well, I'll go first.

What are you doing?

At that moment, Pierre said something that gave me goosebumps.

"Get in fucking line. I was here first."

Quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

I said quiet! Quiet!

And I heard some girls come by.

- Go guard the door. - What?

Go guard it.

It's always me. I'm fucking sick of this.

I thought that maybe...

No, the party is upstairs.

I'll go little by little. Soft. Softly.

Come on, dude. Do it!

- Come on! - Amazing!

They raped me, Álex.

They raped me.

All five of them raped me.

When they were done, they left me there.

They started watching the videos they had recorded with their phones.

I'm thirsty.

I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want another beer?

I tried to grab mine to call for help, but...

Pierre saw me.

I was so scared that...

What are you doing, little one?

...I couldn't defend myself.

Guys, look who woke up.

You're awake already, love?

Come on. Come here. Come over here with us.

You're very pretty.

See? My Spanish is not that bad.

She's so adorable, isn't she?

Yeah, rest up. You deserve it, love.

Yes, she deserves it.

- Look. - God, you're so pretty.

I brought some beer.

Are you thirsty?

I remember thinking,

"This can't be happening."

My head started to not be able to cope and I shut down.

I don't know how long I slept.

When I woke up, I thought it was all over.

Everyone will be gone soon.

Hello, sleeping beauty.

Did you sleep well?

By the way, we're taking your phone with us.

Wait.

But then...

Here we are, just the two of us...

The thing is that I think I still have a hard-on.

One of them decided that he hadn't had enough.

Nobody...

Nobody stopped him from trying to rape me again.

I couldn't take it.

I couldn't take it.

I grabbed a bottle.

And I hit that son of a bitch.

They all started laughing... until they realized he wasn't moving.

Dude, he fell flat on the floor.

Dude, are you okay?

Check if he's breathing.

Fuck. He's dead.

I didn't want something like that to happen.

But

he deserved it.

I...

I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life.

- No. Fuck! - Hey, man.

Dude, it's not fucking funny.

This is not funny! Stop!

They started to...

to get very nervous.

They didn't know what to do.

Fuck.

Fucking bitch!

What are you doing?

Calling an ambulance.

If you call an ambulance, we're fucked. You'll fuck us all!

He's fucking dead, man.

You'd better not say anything, bitch!

It doesn't matter.

When the police find their bodies, they'll know our names.

Look at me!

You shouldn't have brought him.

- Go get rope and a knife. - Where do you expect me to find that?

With that mess upstairs, it should be easy.

Come on! Move!

Go get the fucking rope!

What are we going to do?

Be patient!

The guy who went upstairs came back with a knife and some rope.

Pierre was very nervous.

Her hands!

No.

I tried to resist, but Pierre

hit me.

And he said...

"Don't move or it will be worse for you."

Don't move or it will be worse for you.

No, please.

- No. - Stop moving!

I said stop moving!

Fucking bitch!

Hold her hands.

You asked for this.

That's the image you saw of me, Álex.

After all that, they left.

They left me alone

in that... basement

in front of that corpse.

They went to get some food and when they got back,

Miray started calling my cell phone.

Your friend's worried about you.

Tell her your dad or mom just died, and that you'll call her later.

Yes.

Whenever you say,

I'll pick it up.

Miray won't believe it.

She knows me too well.

I have no one there.

My whole life is here.

So? What the fuck do we do?

Continue with the plan.

With no goodbye message?

What matters are the corpses.

No bodies,

no crime.

We'll cast lots.

Whoever gets the black ball.

- Yannick, hold on. This is a bad idea. - Don't call me that, idiot.

She'll hear.

So far, no one's said their name.

He's right. It's better not to say our names.

They wanted to kill me and...

and bury their dead friend.

And they cast lots.

I'm begging you.

Let me go, please.

The brain's priority is always to survive.

When you run out of air, you go into survival mode to save oxygen.

That's why you faint.

And my brain

turned my body off and they thought I was dead.

They fucked up.

Those sons of bitches fucked up.

- What do we do with her? - We'll throw her in a reservoir.

- Yannick, what do we do? - Don't say my name!

Whatever. We're outside. What should we do?

- We need to leave now. - We have to pick everything up.

- How far away is the reservoir? - Two hours. It's the farthest one.

- Louis. - Yes?

Do you have all the cleaning products?

Let's clean everything and then we'll load the bodies.

Come on.

Come on.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Once they were arrested, I thought the worst part would be over.

But then I was forced to relive it all...

so many times.

I had to tell,

in great detail...

how they had raped me...

until the trial happened.

I don't understand why I'm here.

I'm having a hard time and I'm on medication.

It's true that she didn't explicitly say that she wanted to, but...

she was flirting with all five of us all night.

From the second she arrived, she didn't stop...

turning us on.

Until she finally hooked up with one of us.

After that, she asked the rest of us to join in and record it.

When she realized we were sending the video to some friends,

she must've felt embarrassed.

She became extremely violent.

She was drinking all night.

She drank a lot, smoked joints...

She grabbed a bottle and then...

She hit him hard. She was so angry.

It was the worst moment of my life. I'll never forget it.

Clémence...

She was the one who took me into the basement.

The day they testified,

they raped me again,

in front of everyone.

Do you recognize this?

They had to prosecute four rapists who had tried to kill me

and who wanted to bury their dead friend,

but the defense quickly deflected the debate.

Tell me.

- Do you recognize this? - Yes.

And they stopped talking about the rape.

They talked more about whether I used the bottle with homicidal intent

than about the gang rape.

Did you hit him, as these four men here claim?

Yes.

To stop him from raping me again.

The defense of those four bastards

managed to distort the image everyone had of me.

They made me feel guilty

for defending myself...

for not being the perfect victim

that we're supposed to be

to deserve justice.

The jury believes you, Judy.

I saw it on their faces when you told them what happened.

What if that's not the case?

We'll file an appeal if necessary, and we'll win. I promise.

In the name of the nine members of the jury

and after deliberating and voting,

we declare the four defendants,

with six votes in favor and three against,

guilty for kidnapping and multiple perpetrator rape of Judy Garmendia.

Thank you.

They were found guilty.

But they ruined my life.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad! - What's wrong?

Bruno's having one of his weird moments again. Come on.

- Come on. - Where is he?

- Calm down. - Come on, Dad. Hurry.

Come on.

Buddy.

Hey.

Buddy.

Can you hear me? Hello?

Don't worry. Dad is here.

Calm down.

What are you doing?

It's better not to wake them up.

- He's covered in pee. - I'll take care of it.

Mom and Niels would never do that.

I don't care what Mom and Niels do.

- You're all crazy! - Did you forget I'm your father?

Lower your voice.

Whatever you say!

You don't need to leave.

Are you going to leave him too?

How do you tolerate him?

I'm not like this because of your dad.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Come here.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

What's up with him?

Is he scaring you?

Yes.

Me too.

Whatever he's going through, I'll help him.

How?

I'll stay by his side. Don't worry.

And I won't stop

until he gets some help. I promise.

Will you promise me something?

Don't let anyone...

ever...

silence you.

Promise?

- I didn't know what I was doing. - Yeah, I know.

You were sleepwalking.

You were half awake for a while.

Don't worry. It's okay.

- It happened to me when I was your age. - Could you remember?

Remember what?

I remember what I was dreaming about.

It was the monster again.

The same one as in the cave?

He wanted to hurt us.

His face was covered with a ski mask.

With a ski mask?

And he was here

in this house.

It was as if it weren't a dream.

I was very scared.

- As if it was real. - Yeah.

And...

Have you felt this same fear before?

What do you feel when it happens?

Like trouble's coming.

Yeah.

This is what we're going to do.

We won't tell Mom about any of this for now. Okay?

If it happens again, tell me. Okay?

Try to get some sleep now. Close your eyes, buddy.

Close them.

That's it, buddy.

Hey.

- I'm sorry about what happened. - You always say that, Dad.

But you never do anything.

All kids dream about monsters at some point.

We did when we were kids.

Maybe Bruno's aren't dreams.

Maybe he sees what I see.

No one can predict the future.

Or see things that have already happened.

I couldn't have known

you were tied up exactly the way you were, and I saw you.

You can't deny that.

Maybe I told you during one of my nightmares.

Maybe you heard me while you were sleeping and you included it in your dream.

It wasn't a dream.

But that doesn't matter now.

How are you?

What about you?

We're both going through a lot.

I know you're worried about Bruno.

And you're worried about me.

That's not okay. You're going through a lot.

Álex, what's not okay is that you scared them tonight.

Him and Bea.

Judy.

Álex.

Judy, what do I do?

Álex,

I think that...

that it's time for you to get some help.

I know who can help you. Trust me.

After everything that happened to me, I started...

having unbearable nightmares.

I decided to leave Toulouse and go back home, to Santander.

As if running away was the solution.

Judy.

A coworker told me she'd also been through a tough time...

I noticed you're not doing well.

...when it was unbearable for her to get out of bed.

Until she went to a psychiatrist.

Doctor Kauffman.

I went to see her.

It was the most important decision I've made in my entire life.

Without her, I wouldn't be alive.

Judy Garmendia? Will you come with me?

Her method is intensive. After a month, I drove the monsters away.

I'm better.

I'm calmer.

And... I sleep better.

- The nightmares haven't... - The nightmares are here to stay, Judy.

Maybe forever.

You need to understand that they are the scars of a very big wound.

She was right.

But, for the first time in a long time, I was ready to move on.

I quit my job. I moved out of my apartment.

I kept just a couple of things. And I left to find myself.

But to start over, I first needed to build that new Judy.

I walked.

I traveled alone.

I had no destination

in my travels or my life.

I started to rebuild myself.

Little by little,

unhurriedly.

Every step forward I took,

I felt I was leaving behind everything that had happened to me.

The wounds were still there, but they were transforming me.

Until one day, I met someone that would change me from within.

Hey! Come here!

Come on, girl!

They lived on a farm they had restored, which was surrounded by nature.

They invited me to stay with them for a few days.

An isolated paradise where they could nurture

the body and soul.

There, I met Aurora. In time, she became my best friend.

- Three eggs, Aurora. - Three? Perfect.

My fear disappeared, and I started to feel safer.

Milk and cookies.

I only told Aurora my story.

Aurora invited me to her hometown, a small coastal town.

There, time passed differently.

- It's gorgeous. - Isn't it?

Aurora ran a hostel, but she wanted to retire and move to Tenerife one day.

Let me know what you think about how I decorated the entryway.

Good morning.

I spent a couple of weeks there, which turned into a couple of years.

Your room is number five.

- Great. - Welcome.

- Have a good day. - Thanks.

Good morning.

She gradually gave me more responsibility.

She let me create the menu. We arranged yoga workshops.

And before I realized it, we both were starting a new life.

Your home.

Thanks, Aurora.

JUDY'S HOSTEL

Tremore fit in with me.

Peace

and few people.

The ideal place to control who entered my life.

I focused on being happy.

My only ambition was to enjoy every day.

Have a good day.

Until four months ago.

- Hello. - Hi.

We don't have any vacant rooms.

I just wanted to know if you have an Internet connection.

My neighbors said that I could connect here.

Yeah. Come with me.

- By the way, I'm Judy. - Álex. Nice to meet you.

- Look, you can sit here. - Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi. How are you?

The day we met, I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Before Kauffman, I wouldn't have been able to be alone with a man.

That conversation made me open up like I had never opened up before.

It's made here in town.

Hopefully it's good.

That conversation continued until the sun rose again.

We were two strangers who had suddenly connected,

even though we both tried to hide it.

No! Careful.

You came to Tremore to decide what to do with your life.

You were lost.

Just like I was when I got here.

When I ask myself, "Why you?"

The answer is very simple.

Because I understood you.

You're the strongest woman I know.

Your mom would be very proud of you.

Kauffman would say that...

we're all equally strong.

But you need to find your strength in here.

Are you afraid she'll say something you don't want to hear?

If you decide not to try and see how it goes,

you might end up causing the harm you're trying so hard to avoid.

Don't waste any time.

FOR ESTRELLA

Did you compose it?

Come on. Again.

- Hey! - Grandpa!

- How are you? - Good.

You made it, huh? That's impressive for someone as old as you, sir.

The thing about having a good map is that you never get lost.

I can see you haven't visited the town barber yet.

Not really.

I'm Judy.

You're the "friend."

- Nice to meet you. - They're a couple.

- You don't know what's up. - Hey.

- What are you talking about? - Let's go.

- Where are you taking me? - I'm giving you a tour.

Okay.

This is temporary, okay? Until we have a landline.

You won't have to go to the lighthouse if something happens.

- And you say I'm old-fashioned. - Remember how it works?

I got it the first time around. The second one was unnecessary.

You sure?

- Come on. - Okay.

Dinner's in the fridge. You've got all kinds of food.

The basement's getting fixed tomorrow. Don't go down there. It's disgusting.

Álex.

We'll be perfectly fine.

But you?

Will you be okay?

Yes, I think so.

It'll be good for me to talk to someone...

who knows more than we do about all this.

Yeah.

Does Judy know her well? The doctor, I mean.

What?

What we went through with your mom. Going from one doctor to another.

Each one had their own treatment plan and theory.

I was fed up with them all, Álex.

They think they know everything.

With your mom, they took a lot of shots in the dark and...

I thought you were just as disappointed as I was.

But, anyway...

I'm just going to try.

- If you think it's a good idea... - I've made my decision.

- You just have to respect it. - Of course, Son.

But anyway, if you need me to talk to that doctor about your mom,

or about you as a kid, or about anything...

Thanks, Dad.

Actually, I'd like to ask you something.

What?

Leave Bruno out of all this, please.

Paula takes him to a psychologist and he has night terrors...

They're not night terrors.

He's just a kid who's far away from his dad, who lives in another country.

- Dad... - Álex.

We should go.

- It'll take an hour to get to Santander. - Okay.

Dad.

They're not night terrors.

And I know you know.

If you had paid more attention to me when I sleepwalked a kid,

maybe I wouldn't have broken my hand with the piano.

Come on. I'm going to say bye to the kids.

Guys. I'm leaving.

Move that leg, man.

- Are you still mad at me? - No.

Behave, okay?

And look after Grandpa.

Can we fall asleep watching TV?

No.

- Come on, let us. - No.

When you get back, wake us up and take us upstairs.

Negative.

- But why not? - Because I said so.

Fine.

Deal.

No!

No.

Give me a kiss!

Come here.

Try to sleep for a bit.

Álex.

It will be fine.

Mr. De la Fuente?

Victoria Kauffman. Will you come with me?

- How are you? - Good.

Listen, Mr. De la Fuente, I won't say your case is not... unusual.

I've heard of similar things. More fragmentary, for sure.

Yours... is like a big opera.

You have an interesting brain.

They used to say the same thing about my mom.

What you call "visions"

are nothing but an explanation that your brain, for some reason,

gives to those night walks.

"For some reason?"

Mr. De la Fuente, you want answers to what's happening to you.

And I understand that.

But we've just met.

I still don't know why your mind is playing tricks on you.

What I can tell you for sure

is that everything in life has a scientific explanation.

That's what you believe?

Are you a man of faith

or science?

You don't have to answer now. I'm just asking you to think about it.

Have you heard of Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams?

No.

There's a story in that book about an average man

who dreams about curing animals with a medicinal plant,

whose name he remembers when he wakes up.

Asplenium ruta muralis.

And then he finds out that this name not only exists,

but it's the name of a medicinal plant.

And the moral is...?

Sixteen years earlier,

the mind of that man, during a trip to Switzerland,

had registered, stored, and forgotten that plant's name.

Until one night,

while his mind was creating a new dream,

it retrieved that piece of data from its dusty corner

to present it under the lights of that mental stage.

Asplenium ruta muralis.

That happens a lot.

And the first thing that comes to mind, every time,

is a paranormal explanation.

Past lives, reincarnation...

even messianic visions, like the ones you think you're suffering from.

But why me?

Maybe because you had more chances than most people.

In your case, we're talking about a creative mind

that's used to expressing deep and unconscious feelings

through something as abstract as musical notes.

Let's not forget about your accident.

The aftereffects of an electric shock in your brain

could be causing these extreme episodes.

Regarding the shape they take on,

their symbolism...

we could spend a whole year doing psychotherapy

to try to understand them.

Your case is far from simple, Mr. De la Fuente.

Is that all you have to offer?

Have you heard of clinical hypnosis?

- Are you going to hypnotize me? - You won't lose consciousness.

You're a bit tense, Álex.

Try to relax, okay?

Perfect.

Your heart rate is stabilizing.

Don't let yourself be overwhelmed by all this.

It's very easy, actually.

You just have to do two things. Relax and let me guide you.

Guide me? Where to?

We haven't started yet and you're already doing one of the two things wrong.

Relax, please.

I want you to let your mind go blank.

Focus all your attention on the lights.

I want you to picture yourself in front of a door.

There's no rush.

Do you see the door?

Yes.

You're in front of that door.

And behind it, there's a memory of your choice.

Choose a moment in your life.

I'll count to three, and you'll open that door.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Whatever moment you've chosen,

behind that door, we'll find out the truth.

We'll start now.

One.

Two.

Three.

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Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick