02x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

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! f*ck!

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, f*ck.

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, f*ck, 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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?

sh*t, f*ck!

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 f*cking 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?

sh*t!

f*ck this sh*t!

You will die at his hands,

you will die
at the Chosen One's hands.

f*ck this f*cking sh*t,
they're so f*cking 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,

f*ck, 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 f*cking 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 k*lled 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.

f*ck, 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 as*h*le,

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 f*cking 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 f*ck do you think
you're talking to?

We both know you don't give a sh*t.

I know who you are.

I saw the pictures you kept
with all those kids.

What did you do with them?
Did you k*ll 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 k*ll 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.

f*ck, 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.

f*ck, 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.

sh*t.

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 f*cking funny.

What about the journal?

Come on!

Wait for me, Quino.

This way.
-f*ck, 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 f*cking 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 k*ll 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 ba*ls,

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 f*ck up!

Don't stare at me, I get nervous.

Don't f*cking look at me!

Mom!
-Not bad, Cejudo.

Not bad? I am the f*cking 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 f*cking 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!

sh*t!

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 k*ll 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 f*ck that sh*t

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 ba*ls,

even if it hurts more than pinching
your n*pples 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.