02x01 - Episode 1

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We need some more.

Is it the same one?

Just get us some more! More!

So, anyway,
tell us the story, please!

If I manage to finish the story...

Thank you.

Do you understand the story?

I'm gonna go and check on Mathew,
ok? I'll be back.

Don't tell
any good stories without me!

Don't worry, we won't!
-Hurry back!

John! John! He is gone!
-What!

He is missing! Our son!

Our son is not in his bedroom!

What do you mean?
-He is gone, he is missing!

Mathew! Call the police!
-Mathew!

Mathew!
-Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

You can sell yourself,

any offer is good,

if you want power, oh...

It's so easy

to open your mouth wide
to give your opinion.

If you're thinking of backing out,

you have many footprints to erase.

Let me go,

I can't help it if I see you fall.

How scary.

Do you know what they say too?

What?
-She talks to herself.

You used to be her friend,
weren't you?

Yes, but, well,
that was a long time ago.

Of course, she's a basket case.

Okay, shall we go?
-Yes, come on, let's go.

What are you doing?
Are you coming?

Of course.
-Come on.

OPEN

CLOSED

TRAGEDY IN ALMANZORA DE LA VEGA

NOVEMBER

Has anyone seen you?

Come in.

I heard her coughing
from the kitchen.

I couldn't tell her
how much I loved her.

My little girl...

I didn't know this was possible,

but I've heard that you can,

that you can help me.

What was your daughter's name?

Raquel.

This was her favorite toy.

Can you remember
any song she really liked?

No.

Music is the most powerful

thing to bridge
the membranes between both worlds.

We can try with a power mantra,
okay?

Tarara, mother, I dance.

Tarara has a white dress,

with red polka dots,
for Maundy Thursday.

Tarara yes, Tarara no,

Tarara, mother, I'll dance.

Welcome, Raquel.

Dammit, Raquel,

I almost sh*t myself.
What the hell are you doing here?

I told you to leave,
to answer the call.

I had to warn you, Olivia.
You're being watched.

They're after you,
you must be very careful.

What?

They're coming for me, I must go,

they can't see me with you.
-Who?

What are you talking about?

Are they back?

Hide!

No!

NOVEMBER
TRAGEDY IN ALMANZORA DE LA VEGA

sh*t!

I am the f*cking boss!

Now I just have to wait
for the call.

Hey, come here.

How is the water?

He took quite a blow.

Sorry, man, it was an accident.

Are you okay?
-Fine,

but be careful, okay?

The beach isn't yours...

Chill, okay?
I already said I was sorry.

Or maybe you'll get two slaps
and a ball to the face.

Come on, Zeta!

It's your turn as goalkeeper!

Zeta, here!

Hey! Pass, pass, pass!

Good one, Alonso!

Good!
-Come on!

Why are you standing there?

The telephone.

It just rang.

That's impossible.
It never rings...

Yes...

Yes?

Hello? Who's speaking?

Javi... Javi Merino.

Javi!

Javi, f*ck, is that you?

I can't believe it!

f*ck, is that you?

Are you in the Afterlife?
Did you make it out?

Who...?
-I knew it!

How's that? Is it cool?

Dammit, Javi!
I can't wait to see you!

Did you save the girls?

This is a sh*thole,
man, a foul hole.

The Abyss is not cool.

Mortaja fell short.

It's a major bummer.

I live at the Paraíso.

How are Alvaro and Zeta?
-Excuse me...

Who are you?

Are you there?

Who could I be?

I'm Quino, for f*ck's sake.

Quino? Quino who?
I don't know anyone called Quino.

Javi! Javi!

Hey, are you there?

No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

It's dead.

No, no, no, no, no! Javi!

How strange.

Hey, your name isn't Javi, is it?

Yes, why?

Because my name is Álvaro...

and I think I know who Zeta is.

Javi!

DIARY OF OLIVIA QUIÑONES,
TO HER FUTURE GRANDDAUGHTER

25-NOVEMBER-1992
WATER RITUAL

The ritual is just one week away.

"How to help dead people trapped
in the world of the living.

Dead people
who have migrated to other worlds,

how to bring them back?"

"It's impossible.

No one has succeeded."

We can't.

No one has succeeded.

It's impossible.

No one has succeeded.

Impossible?

f*ck no!

Marty!

The only power source
capable of generating

1.21 gigawatts of electrical power
is lightning!

Lightning!

I bet my ba*ls
that they'll remember me!

Come on, it's only an hour
before nightfall.

Hey.

Excuse me... Are you Zeta?

Do you know anyone called Quino?

You again? What the f*ck
do you want with so many questions?

No, please listen to us,

something very odd happened to us.

The phone started ringing and...

a dude called Quino started talking
to us as if he knew us.

So?
-He asked

about Javi, Álvaro, and Zeta.

Dammit, don't you think it's weird?

Yes, very, very odd.

Come on, Colombo,
when you solve the mystery,

give me a call, okay?

See you later.
-He told us about some girls

we had saved
and asked if we had made it out.

Come on, please...

f*ck, there aren't many
people named Zeta!

Come on, you must help us.

Must I?
-What if I don't feel like it?

I'll tell your friends
you cheat them

when you narrow the goal.
-You'll do what again?

Chill.
-What are you doing, man?

I'll feed you my fist.
-Let me be!

Take it back, you f*cking f*gg*t.
-Stop.

Get the f*ck off me!
-Stop!

Stop!

Don't you have the feeling
this is like déjà vu?

What?

As if we had already lived this.

He talked
as if we were lifelong friends.

You and me friends?
Not even in your wettest dreams.

He spoke of the Abyss
and a place called the Afterlife.

He said he lived at Paraíso,
remember?

What is Paraíso?

When did you get that decal?

Well, I've always had it, I guess.

I don't remember.

It has to be a place.

That boy said he lived there.

It may be a neighborhood,
an area or something like that.

No,

it is a club.

Don't you have the feeling
that this is like déjà vu,

as if we had already lived this?

Now I get what you were saying
about déjà vu.

What did you say the name
of the guy in the booth was?

Quino, why?

Quino!

Quino!

Quino!

Dammit, it will be dark
in less than ten minutes.

Yes, yes, yes! That's it!

No.

I'll never get out of here.

Never ever.

f*ck Marty McFly,
Doc, and the f*cking DeLorean!

Why the f*ck did we have to come
into this f*cking place?

I hate it!

What was that?

I'm sure I've been here before.

Wait, can you smell smoke?

Where the hell is the fire?

What?

They are not déjà vu,
they are memories.

What the hell
are you talking about?

This place...

There was a fire.

I think we were here.
-Us?

We knew each other...

Run, run! Come on!

We were friends when we came here.

We tried to escape,
but we didn't make it to the door.

This happened.

This happened, dammit, we have
forgotten it, but this happened.

sh*t!

We never left this place.

What?

What the hell are you saying?

We never got out of here...

alive.

Are we dead?

Are we dead?

I am the f*cking boss, dude!

Quino!

Let's go!
-Where?

To get Quino.

He's in the f*cking Abyss
and trying to tell us something.

There.

Okay...
-Okay.

Come on, Quino!

It's impossible. I can't.

No one has succeeded.

Come on, Quino.

What are you doing, Olivia?

Perhaps I can't this time.

Come on, Quino, answer.

Music is the most powerful thing

to bridge
the membranes between both worlds.

You lose faith,

any hope is vain
and I don't know what to believe.

Forget me,

no one has called you,
you're at it again.

Let me go,

I can't help it if I see you fall.

If I am not to blame for seeing

that you are between two lands

you leave no air to breathe,

between two lands

you leave no air to breathe.

Where's the phone?

f*ck!

Where is the phone?

Yes?

sh*t!

I am the f*cking boss!

I am the f*cking boss!

I am the f*cking boss!

Well, that's enough.
We don't have to end up kissing.

You just don't know how bad
I had it in that place, dammit.

I've missed you, dudes.

You are here with us now,
in the Afterlife.

The truth is that I imagined
something cooler, right?

Doesn't it look a lot like home?

I mean, it's exactly the same.

We are not in the Afterlife.

Where the hell are we?

You're a pain in the a*s. Mario.
-I'm not a pain. What do you want?

Let me be.
-Sure, I'll let you be.

Hey! Hey, love birds.
-Hello, Roca.

How are you?
-Ready, ready.

They are together.
-Hey!

Mortal Kombat III.

What do you mean three?

What? Did you miss me?

Hey, guys!

Come here right away!
You have to see this.

What's wrong?
-What?

Look.

Induráin wins gold
in Colombia time trial?

No, you idiot, this.

We're in 1995.

It's been three years
since we left.

Long lines
from early in the morning

and items are sold out.

This is what happened
at the release

of the new gaming system
by the Japanese giant Sony

just few weeks ago in Spain.

Available in Japan since last year,

Spanish fans have had to wait

until 1995 to enjoy
their new PlayStation

gaming system.
-What are we doing here?

Why did we come back home?

I don't know.

But I'm guessing
we'll find out soon enough.

Was it Miguel?
-I think so.

f*ck, no, I love it, I swear.

Not lately.
-I love it,

I love the story.
-Oh, love...

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.