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Please!

No, no, no, no!

Dreaming you arrived late

to the exam again?

David.

Son, you're really sweating.

Are you okay, honey?

Mom.

Mario, I told you

you had to rest.

A move requires a lot of energy.

He spent all night studying.

Relax, you'll pass for sure.

You'll love the house,

it's beautiful.

What'll we have for dinner?

It'll be a total mess.

-But we just had lunch.

-If we finish the move, pizzas.

If not, boxes.

I'd never seen this house.

I'd never been here before.

But it looks very familiar.

So, do you like the house?

I love it.

David has always been

good at everything.

He's the perfect son.

He always got incredible grades.

He can do anything

he puts his mind to.

From the tiniest thing to infinity.

He passed the Judiciary exam

first time

and he still has time

to make other people happy.

That's wonderful!

-Okay?

-Go on.

All right!

I wish I had his willpower

and optimism.

C'mon, let's go.

Last year he fractured

a femur playing rugby.

Even that didn't rob him

of his smile.

My life wouldn't be

the same without David.

The table lined up with the window.

And the dresser in the corner.

Good.

That's right.

Well, look,

that'll save us the gym.

-Look, here are the dolphins...

-Sorry.

This box, where should I put it...

The box, yes.

Let's see.

The horse?

Thanks.

Where are you going?

It's here.

We're going to sleep

in the same room?

Yours is closed up

until they get the things out.

What?

The previous owner didn't

have time to get it all out today.

He asked Dad to leave some things

in the room down the end.

Wait a moment.

Take this down to

the living room. Thanks.

So we can't use it?

It'll be a couple of days

until they clear out yours.

It's like you're repulsed

by sharing a room with me, man.

How can you tell?

It's no excuse to not study, eh?

You'll pass this year.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Come help me with the boxes.

What could be in there?

Things the man couldn't

take away, I guess.

What if we go in?

He asked Dad

to not let anyone in.

What a mystery, eh?

And what a snoop you are, eh?

Come on, move it.

Hello.

It was two pepperoni

and a margarita, right?

Uh-huh.

45.20.

One second.

David!

What is it?

I went to pay,

but my wallet's empty.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

Give me a second.

Don't you think it's strange?

Well, we'll look later.

I'll get the money.

Okay.

What nice people.

It's not because he's my big brother,

it's my pretty face.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's good that

you handle it so well.

-What? I don't get it.

-That's it.

Look.

Keep the change, okay?

'Bye.

Let's go.

Well, well, it looks like

it's going to rain after all.

-The radio said for sure.

-My wallet is empty.

What do you need money for?

I've got nothing,

no ID, no cards.

It's in a box, for sure.

-But we've emptied them all.

-Tomorrow we'll look for it.

You're a bit nervous, honey.

Have you taken your pill?

He's not due until eleven.

-Well, but he's nervous.

-No, I'm not nervous.

What do you want money for?

-Here, to put your mind at ease.

-You don't get it, do you?

-What was that?

-What?

The noise upstairs.

Maybe it's thunder.

I don't know...

It sounded like something fell.

Isn't that the closed room?

I thought it was thunder too.

See?

He wants to snoop around

in that room.

I advise you not to go in, eh?

I gave the owner my word.

Just as well it didn't rain

during the move.

It would've soaked us to the skin.

ADMINISTRATIVE-CONTENTIOUS

JURISDICTION

Don't worry so much.

What?

You'll pass the government exam

this year for sure.

You'll see.

Don't you think this house

has good energy?

Well...

I'm going to sleep.

f*ck!

You scared me!

What are you doing here?

-You can hear noises.

-Noises?

Yes, weird stuff, I don't know.

Do you hear it?

Yes.

I hear your excuses

for not studying.

I swear, I heard something.

Let's take a walk.

To clear your head a bit.

-It's pouring.

-We'll grab an umbrella.

It's not that bad.

A bit of air will do us good.

Hey...

-What?

-Thanks.

Thanks for what?

I don't know, for...

For everything, just because.

Yes?

Dad.

Have you checked the bedside table

in your room?

Never mind. Fine.

I'm on my way.

-He needs some papers. Now.

-Now?

Yes. I'll give them to him

and be right back.

Okay.

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

-Let go of me! Let go of me!

-Get in!

Get up! Come on!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Let me go!

Get up! Come on!

-Get in!

-Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

David!

Let's go!

0569 CHF.

0569 CHF. 0569 CHF.

Mom!

David's been kidnapped!

We have to call the police!

0569 CHF.

0569 CHF.

-Mario!

-Mario!

What happened?

-Mario.

-Mario.

Mario.

Mario.

Are you feeling better?

Where's David?

Some police downstairs

want to talk to you.

Do you recall any of

the men's faces?

No.

It was dark.

And it was raining.

I didn't see their faces.

I do remember the license plate.

0569 CHF, a black van.

Your father gave us the license plate

and it doesn't exist.

I'm sure.

0569 CHF, a black van.

As my partner said,

that license plate doesn't exist.

I'm telling you, I'm sure.

Let's see, it was night

and raining hard.

Maybe you didn't see it well.

We're informed that

you're taking medication.

I'm telling you, I'm sure.

0569 CHF, a black van.

I'm sure.

-I'm sure. I'm sure.

-Okay, honey.

Okay.

They just want to help you.

If you don't mind,

that's enough for today.

My son's not feeling well.

This has been too much for him

and for everyone.

I understand.

We'll leave it for today.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

I'm sure.

But Mario, honey...

After that, the anguish

of waiting began.

One day, two days, three days.

I tried to study, but I couldn't.

It was impossible to think

of anything else.

At home we tried to keep up

our family routines,

but we all felt his absence.

Especially me.

The police found nothing

about where my brother was.

The more time passed,

the less likely it was to find him.

Honey, Dad will tell us now. Come on.

And every night

I had these nightmares.

These men torturing me.

One morning,

eight days after being kidnapped...

-Mario.

-my brother came back.

David?

But he didn't remember anything

of what happened to him.

I don't know,

I can't remember anything.

They blindfolded me and...

Anything you can remember,

whatever it is...

I don't know,

I can't remember anything.

The psychologist said that

it was a dissociative disorder.

David had erased the memories

of those days to cope with the pain.

And that maybe in time

he'd remember again.

David.

Are you awake?

Yes.

We were worried sick about you.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

Get some rest.

You too.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

-Did you sleep well?

-Yes. Why?

Where did you go last night?

Last night.

You went out

while I was sleeping.

I didn't go anywhere.

I heard the door

as you went out.

Another nightmare, eh?

Seriously.

I'm going.

David.

Yes?

What's up with your leg?

What's wrong with it?

You limped on the left.

What do you mean?

Yes. I just saw it.

I'm in no mood for this crap, eh?

Right...

See you later.

JUSTICE IS THE SOCIAL HAPPINESS

THAT SOCIAL ORDER GUARANTEES

Taxi!

Follow that cab.

It was impossible, eh?

Impossible, no,

you guys are f*cking useless.

What the f*ck do I pay you for?

We had to move lots of stuff.

-How many places have you been to?

-We went to lots of places.

Is it so hard to bribe the police?

-Look, it's easy for you, but...

-So shut up.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

-Nothing.

-Are you an idiot or what?

The boss has spent a lot of time

so that it all goes right.

And you're not going to f*ck it up.

I think there's been

a misunderstanding.

sh*t!

We've lost the m*therf*cker!

f*cking hell!

He can't get away!

He can't be that far.

He's got to be around here.

In the truck.

In the chicken section!

Go, go, go!

Good morning.

Were you studying all night?

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

You're acting weird.

Has something happened?

Mario. Mario!

Mario.

Are you okay?

Come on, Mario,

let me in for a moment.

Go away, leave me alone.

OK, I'll leave you alone.

Can you tell me what's wrong?

I followed you last night.

Followed me where?

I fell asleep

while you were studying.

I saw everything.

Who are those guys?

They're not cops.

What guys?

What are you talking about?

The ones you were with

in the market.

The ones that chased me.

f*ck, you're not starting to

dream that weird stuff again.

Shut up!

I'm sure it wasn't a dream!

I'm sure it was all real!

You thought I was asleep,

but the sound of

the mechanical pencil woke me up!

What mechanical pencil?

You tapped it until the lead fell

in front of my eye.

Then you went onto the avenue.

Where's my brother?

Answer me!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

-Calm down!

-Let go of me!

-Calm down!

-You're not fooling me!

I'm telling you the truth.

I didn't go anywhere.

-I remember everything!

-Listen to me!

-Nothing you saw really happened.

-No!

Not the pencil, the taxi

or being chased around the market.

-None of it really happened!

-No!

Did you take your pill?

Did you take your pill?

Yes or no?

You didn't take it, did you?

David.

Man, I'm sorry.

Mom will be here soon.

Yes?

I'm on my way.

I didn't tell him about any taxi.

-Mom, we have to talk.

-Yes?

-What's wrong, Mario?

-It's about David.

What are you saying, son?

-That's impossible.

-Mom, I'm sure.

-Then we have to call Dad.

-No, don't tell him yet.

Honey, we have to tell him.

Look, if he goes out again tonight,

we'll wake Dad and go together.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

But do you think your brother

is capable of something like this?

Mom,

that guy's not my brother.

Mario, take it easy.

You're very upset.

-But do you believe me?

-Of course I believe you.

It looks like this idiot

has figured it all out.

But don't worry,

I put the drops in his water.

Uh-huh.

He's saying something about

you not being his real brother.

And when he followed you

your leg was fine

and the police were fake.

Right.

That's what I told him,

he didn't take his pill,

that's why he saw all that.

Ah, he also said something

about some dropped pencil.

And that you mentioned a taxi

and he hadn't told you

anything about it.

Right.

Wait a moment.

Mario?

Mario, honey?

Mario?

Wait a moment.

Sorry, I heard a noise, for sure.

But it can't be,

he hasn't left his room.

What?

Hold on.

Sure, I saw him myself.

Okay, let me look.

No, I'm hanging up.

f*ck!

Yes?

And did he know what happened?

Yes, he's coming here.

All right.

Did you just wake up?

You're really sweating.

A lot.

You'd better get here fast.

He caught me too.

Going somewhere, Mario?

I was going... to see a friend.

-To see a friend?

-Yes.

What friend, Mario?

He's a friend that...

you don't know.

Mario, you're not going anywhere.

Come on, let's go home,

we'll talk inside.

He's getting away.

Wait!

Let's go!

LOCAL POLICE

Let's see if I've got this.

Thank you.

Some people have held you c*ptive

in your own home

for over a month

and you've just escaped.

-Yes.

-Right.

And these people made you believe

they were your family.

Yes.

And you really believed

that they were your family,

I mean, your father,

your mother, your brother.

Yes, yes, I mean...

But how could they deceive you?

You don't believe someone's

your father just because they say so.

I don't know how they did it either.

I don't understand.

All right, fine.

Jose Luis, did you find his details?

Yes, sir.

Okay, let's see.

Let's see.

Right...

Snchez Pinar, Mario.

ID 46733222R, correct?

Yes.

Well, there's no

missing persons report

or criminal record, nothing relevant.

Son of Clara and Felipe,

45 years old, single, correct?

No.

I was born in 1980, I'm 27.

If you were born in 1980,

you can't be 27.

You're 45.

What year do you think this is?

Look at that calendar.

It's 2025.

-Hey!

-I'll call you right away.

Are you Zacaras?

Zacaras Martnez Pineda.

Do you want us to call someone?

...will be implemented as of 2026.

Finally, Snchez referred to

the Commission of Inquiry

into DANA,

set up yesterday

in the Congress of Deputies

with the support of the PSOE

and its government partners...

He explained that the inclusion

of the three victims' associations

will be the first to appear...

Come out!

I know you're there!

What is this?

I knew it wouldn't work.

I don't understand anything.

Who are you?

You should have a thousand

more distressing questions than that.

What have you done to me?

Almost 20 years ago,

on December 24, 2007,

a family was m*rder*d

in this room.

A teenager and her father

were k*lled on Christmas Eve.

But nothing was stolen.

The brutality of the case caused uproar.

The plice set up a special team

to investigate it.

But they had no motive,

no fingerprints, no suspects.

Although it caused quite a stir,

eventually they had

to close the case

and stop investigating.

BLOODY CHRISTMAS CASE CLOSED

AFTER MONTHS OF NO PROGRESS

Years passed

and the victims' family

needed to know what happened.

Who? Why?

So they paid to get

the police files.

And they hired a team of

private detectives to find the culprit.

Too much time had passed.

And it seemed impossible

to find him.

Until suddenly...

fate brought us face to face

with the k*ller.

It's him.

It's him.

-What?

-That's him.

-Are you sure?

-It's f*cking him! Let's go!

Please!

Please!

Please!

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I don't know what...

That's a lie.

-Are you saying I'm a k*ller?

-Yes.

It can't be.

There are things I don't remember,

that I don't understand.

But one thing I know.

I've never k*lled anyone.

You said that over and over again.

We're sure that you're the k*ller.

The more we tortured you,

the less we got.

It didn't make sense.

The victims' family

had found the k*ller,

but they still needed answers

and you didn't know them

or wish to provide them.

Who hired you?

They could take revenge

and k*ll the person

who had destroyed their lives.

But that wasn't enough.

They needed to know why.

I don't know anything.

You don't remember anything.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I don't know

what you're talking about!

-k*ll him.

-No, please.

Please. Please.

No! No!

No! No!

How do you k*ll the only person

who knows the truth?

So we brought in an expert

who worked for the police.

Moreno Alonso.

A psychiatrist specializing

in hypnosis.

Imagine this is the subject's life.

This is the period of his childhood,

here his adolescence,

and here he turned 20, 30 and 40.

I want you to open that door.

It's locked.

He's blocked out

the worst memories of his life.

I've tried to make him remember,

but there's no way.

He has an impressive

psychological resistance.

That's why the method doesn't work.

You weren't lying.

You didn't remember anything.

Dissociative amnesia, it's called.

You were so traumatized

by the murders

that you'd blocked them out

completely from your memory.

...the unconscious, there's a moment

when it all seems to flow,

it seems to be imminent, but...

We have to make him regress

to the moment before

the traumatic events.

Before the accident that

changed his life forever.

You want us to take him back

to when he was happy.

Correct. We'll hypnotize him

into believing he's there,

on that date,

at that precise moment.

For this, barbital will help us.

A dream inducer.

I need the performance of your life.

First we hypnotize him into believing

he's traveling on a train.

The train goes through tunnels.

We create in him the illusion that

every time he goes through a tunnel

he goes back a year in time.

Back a year in time.

And so on until he gets to

the last moment he recalls as happy.

How does that work?

You're on a train.

There's light through the window.

Now you go into a tunnel

and it all goes dark, very dark.

Dark, very dark.

You exit the tunnel

and the light returns.

What year is it now?

I'll ask again.

What year is it now, Mario?

Mario!

How old are you?

Where are you?

In the car.

Where are you going

and with whom?

Dad.

Mom.

My brother.

We're coming from a day at the lake.

Are you happy?

-Very happy.

-Why are you happy?

Because my brother

let me have the Caprice.

I'm driving, right?

No, you're not driving.

Your brother David is driving.

You're asleep

in the passenger seat.

It's all fine, don't worry.

It's okay.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Stay asleep.

When I tell you to wake up,

you'll still be 27

and it'll still be 2007.

Do you understand?

Yes.

When you wake up in the car

you'll see that you're traveling

with your father,

your mother,

your brother.

You're moving to a new house.

You're nervous, but happy.

Nervous, but happy.

When I get to zero, you'll wake up

and everything will be fine.

Three, two,

one, zero.

What's the matter?

Dreaming you arrived late

to the exam again?

David.

Honey, you're really sweating.

Are you okay, son?

Mom.

Mario, I told you

you needed to rest.

A move requires a lot of energy.

Dad...

He spent all night studying.

Stressed out by the new house.

Relax, I'm sure you'll pass.

Do you like the house?

I love it.

The house was familiar to you.

Something must've stayed in

your memory of the place

where you k*lled a family

20 years before.

Come on, let's go.

We tried to get all the details

so you'd think it was 2007.

What nice people.

It's not because

he's my big brother,

it's my pretty face.

But some unforeseen events

came up

that we had to solve on the fly.

Nothing. It's good

that you handle it so well.

I don't understand.

That's it, look.

Keep the change.

What was that?

-What?

-The noise upstairs.

Maybe it's thunder.

It sounded like something fell

on the floor.

I thought it was thunder too.

Sometimes luck came to our aid.

See?

He wants to go into

the room to snoop.

I advise you not to go in.

I gave the owner my word.

I tried to never leave you alone.

It was all going according to plan.

We had to make the most

of that rainy night.

We needed everything to be

like the night that

you k*lled the family.

We didn't know when

the rains would return.

Hey.

I even took you for a ride

so we could finalize our plan.

-What?

-Thank you.

Thank you for what?

We reconstructed every detail

of the m*rder

to try to bring all of

your memories back to you.

There, push.

We just had to wait for you to

return to the scene of the crime.

Our part was done.

Yes?

It's Dad.

Taking a walk with Mario.

Have you checked the bedside table?

Yes, right, I'm on my way.

He needs some papers.

I'll give them to him

and be right back.

But something unexpected happened.

We did several ill*gal things

to be able to get to you.

The police had been after us

for a while.

Police.

And that very night

they found me.

Leave me alone!

Let go of me!

Get the f*ck in, let's go!

0569 CHF.

0569 CHF.

-Mario!

-Mario!

Mario!

What's up with him now?

I don't know.

Did he say he was kidnapped?

The others kept pretending to you

while we worked out how to fix it.

After several bribes,

I was finally released.

We were going to resume the plan,

but there was a problem.

We couldn't do it without rain.

While we were waiting

for it to rain again,

the hypnosis began to

lose its effect.

He followed me.

You started to have doubts.

And that brought us

to where we are.

Because when he followed you,

your leg was fine

and the cops were fake.

Do you get it now?

Do you get why we did all this?

What's wrong?

Don't you believe me?

I think it's all true,

except for one thing.

What thing?

I didn't do it.

-I didn't k*ll anyone.

-You piece of sh*t.

It was you.

You k*lled two people.

And now you're going to die.

With more pain and violence

than you've ever seen.

Do you understand that?

I don't.

No! No!

Turn around, turn around!

f*cking turn around!

Go, go, get close to him!

I've got him, I've got him!

Go, go, go!

sh*t!

f*ck!

-We've got him, we've got him!

-Go, go, go!

Go!

I didn't k*ll anyone.

I didn't k*ll anyone.

-Hey, hey!

-What happened?

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Hey!

Oh, my God!

I didn't see him coming!

I didn't see him coming. Help!

Help, please!

Mario!

Mario!

Come on, we're going now.

Coming.

-Seriously?

-Sure.

Let's go.

You know they're selling

the Cadillac after all?

Seriously? With what it cost him

to bring it from the United States!

Exactly, there are no parts to fix it

and to leave it idle... you tell me.

Still, I wouldn't sell it, eh?

I'm sure you'd repair it

even with tractor parts.

Hey, a Cadillac.

Mario, honey, do you want

your brother to drive?

I'm fine.

They make the engines

out of plastic these days.

They're even talking

about making electric cars.

Can you believe that?

For those who don't really

enjoy driving, it's f*cking great.

No way I'm getting in

an electric car.

I'm sure in a few years

they'll make electric cars...

Mario! Mario!

Mario,

I brought you some curry and rice

that Maribel made.

Thanks.

You know how much she loves you, kid.

Before my beasts got to it,

she kept yours apart.

I'll take this with me.

Courage and trust in God, son.

Good morning, I'm Dr. Quintana.

Hello.

I've come to confirm

that your brother

is now on the list

for the liver transplant.

But I must tell you that

the chances are very small

-...in these circumstances.

-What do you mean?

He'd need a transplant

as soon as possible

and the waiting list is quite long.

But how many people

are before him

if he's 30 years old?

It is not just a question of age.

The criteria are very diverse.

You can't imagine how many

cases come in every day.

There must be some way

to speed it up.

Impossible.

All you can do is wait.

Wait?

I've done nothing

for four months but wait.

Watching my brother day and night

trying to come out of the coma.

My parents are dead.

David is all I have left

and you tell me that

all I can do is wait.

When are you all going

to do something?

It's the protocol, I'm so sorry.

You keep thinking it's in your power.

Rest in the Lord.

You don't know

how dangerous that is.

In the black market,

doctors don't operate on people.

They're orderlies,

veterinarians,

who knows who.

Because it's a mafia that's

only interested in people's money.

Your money.

Pray for your donor to turn up.

And the donor will turn up.

Remember that hope

is the refuge of the soul

in the midst of the storm.

Right.

HOW TO FIND A LIVER

Buddy, I'm going.

-Tomorrow, more and better.

-Tomorrow more of the same.

No, no, no.

Tomorrow is always better.

Hope is an unseen light,

but it illuminates the most.

Courage, my son, and blessings!

-Sorry, I didn't want to wake you.

-I can't sleep.

I brought you some coffee.

Thank you.

How are you?

I'm exhausted.

I'm very tired.

My brother's dying and I can't

do anything to stop it.

Every minute that passes

is a minute less.

You know?

They can feel and hear

everything going on around them.

It's very important

that you continue to support David.

I wish I were in his place.

David's a much better person

than I am.

And he'd know what to do.

You're doing great.

I can assure you.

Here you'll find people

in the same situation as you.

It might help to talk to someone.

It'll all turn out fine.

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DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW

THE DONATION LIST WORKS?

Mario.

No one can add one iota

to the measure of their life.

Leave it in God's hands.

IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN HAVE

WHAT YOU SO WISH FOR

HOW DO YOU KNOW

WHAT I WISH FOR?

I CAN'T TELL YOU HERE,

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DO YOU STILL NEED IT OR IS

YOUR DAUGHTER ALREADY DEAD?

I DON'T HAVE CHILDREN,

IT'S FOR MY BROTHER

AND DO YOU STILL NEED IT?

WHO ARE YOU?

SOMEONE WHO CAN GET YOU

WHAT YOU NEED

CAN YOU GUARANTEE IT SOMEHOW?

NO. YOU'LL HAVE TO TRUST ME

I'M NOT THAT STUPID

I DON'T HAVE THAT SOROF MONEY ANYWAY

WE DON'T WANT YOUR MONEY

WE WANT YOU TO DO

SOMETHING IN RETURN

Something in return?

SOMETHING IN RETURN?

YES.

WE SAVE YOUR BROTHER'S LIFE

AND YOU DO SOMETHING FOR US

SOMETHING WORTH A LIFE

k*ll SOMEONE AND YOU'LL

SAVE YOUR BROTHER

TOMORROW YOU'LL SEE

THAT THIS IS FOR REAL

Mario, I have very good news.

David is first on the list

for the transplant.

What?

It's unbelievable.

Without this,

he wouldn't stand a chance.

None at all.

I know, I know.

I'm so happy for you, Mario.

David deserves it.

The liver just needs to come.

We're waiting for confirmation.

I'm ordering an operating room

and anesthesiologist.

I'll keep you posted.

Okay, yes.

Let's do this.

HOW DID YOU DO IT?

IF YOU WANT TO GO AHEAD

ENTER YOUR PHONE NUMBER

Have you decided yet?

How did you get it?

Never mind that, the main thing

is that you understand

that just as I got

your brother's liver

I can make him never get it.

You have until tomorrow night

at 10 o'clock to accept it.

Otherwise, your brother will die.

All set. The operation

will be tomorrow at 3 p.m.

Tomorrow?

But tomorrow is Christmas.

Yes.

Some things are beyond the calendar.

The organ leaves Palma

tonight at 10:30

and will arrive here around 12:30.

We do the lab tests,

analysis, diagnosis...

and if it's all correct, we start.

Do you understand the procedure?

-Everything okay, Mario?

-Yes.

Tomorrow at 3 p.m.

-Christmas.

-That's right.

The shepherds of Bethlehem

come to adore the child.

The Virgin and St. Joseph

receive them with affection.

The shepherds of Bethlehem

come to adore the child.

The Virgin and St. Joseph

receive them with affection.

Three Wise Men come too

with incense, myrrh and gold,

to offer their love to God

with the greatest treasure.

Three Wise Men come too...

BLESSED ARE THOSE WHO MOURN,

FOR THEY WILL BE COMFORTED.

MATTHEW 5:5

I'LL DO ITake note.

The g*n will be in locker 307

in the station.

Wear gloves so as not

to leave fingerprints.

The address is

55, Ribera de Manzanares.

It's a two-story house.

You will find the key

inside one of the flower pots.

When you enter, go upstairs

to the second floor.

Go straight to the door

at the end of the hallway,

the one with the hanging mistletoe.

Do not open up any other room.

No, no.

Relax, relax.

Relax, kid.

Hey, listen to me.

I'm a cop.

I don't want any trouble.

Look, in that drawer

there are 10,000 euros.

There's jewelry

and an expensive watch.

Take what you want.

I don't know you at all.

I don't want any trouble.

No!

No, no, no!

No, no!

Dad!

Are you Santa's helper?

No.

Where's my dad?

Your dad has gone out

for a moment, but...

he'll be right back, okay?

And Cristina?

As well.

I want to go to my dad.

If you do what I tell you,

your dad will be right back, okay?

Okay. What do I have to do?

Can you count backwards?

Yes, my mom taught me.

You have to go to your room,

sit on the bed

and count down from 100.

And when you get to zero,

your dad, your mom

and your brother will come, okay?

Okay.

Hurry.

100, 99, 98,

97, 96, 95...

When you get to the room,

don't hesitate.

He'll still be asleep.

Make as little noise as possible.

And whatever happens,

don't enter any other room.

73, 72...

Where are you?

Where are you?

Why me?

-Have you done it?

-Why did you choose me?

Have you done it or not?

You took advantage

of my situation.

How could you do something

like this to your family?

Don't you dare judge me.

You know nothing about me.

-You're a m*rder*r.

-Who? Me or you?

-My dear, you and I are the same.

-No, we're not the same.

You tricked me

and all I wanted was

to save my brother's life.

You wanted to save your brother

and I wanted a better life

for my children.

I'd do anything for them.

What's wrong?

What the hell is wrong?

The girl kept screaming

and I just wanted her to shut up.

-What?

-She pounced on me.

I'm so sorry.

The look on the boy's face...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-No.

-I'm sorry.

19, 18, 17, 16...

It can be so hard to die.

It must be hard for you.

You must be exhausted.

I am exhausted.

I can't take it anymore.

Let's get this over with.

Where are the relatives?

What do you care?

Tell them...

Please tell them...

I'm so sorry.

You finally got your memory back.

Why did you do it?

Why did you k*ll that family?

Who hired you?

Did the woman pay you

to k*ll them all?

I recently found out something.

She took out insurance policies

a few months before the murders.

Did she pay you

for the insurance money?

You should tell me the truth.

The family of the victims

deserve an answer

after so many years of doubt.

Do you remember the kid?

The one you didn't k*ll that night.

You should tell him the truth.

And beg him to forgive you.

You promised to bring my father

back if I counted to 100.

You f*cked up my life,

you know that?

My family kept the insurance money

and put me in a f*cking orphanage.

I spent my nights crying,

your face haunting my nightmares.

You know what that's like?

I'd wipe my tears away,

promising myself that one day

I'd find the b*stard

who k*lled my family.

Why didn't you k*ll me?

I'm so sorry.

Then answer me.

Who told you to k*ll us?

I'm asking you

if it was my mother

who ordered you to k*ll us.

No one ordered me.

No one.

I did it because I wanted to.

So it was a coincidence, huh?

That my mother took out

insurance policies

a month before the murders.

I went into that house by chance.

I could've gone into any other house.

You expect me to believe that sh*t?

I've spent 20 years

waiting for this moment.

Waiting to hear you say those words.

And to take your life.

While you beg me for it.

You don't deserve my wrath.

I'm not like you.

18, 17, 16...

15, 14...

13, 12, 11...

When I finish the countdown

you'll be in the place

where you've always been happy.

8, 7, 6...

5, 4, 3...

2, 1, 0.