All language subtitles for Gods.Crooked.Lines.2022

OUR LADY OF THE FOUNTAIN HOSPITAL 5 KM

Are you sure you don't want me to come in?

No. Someone might recognize you.

Everything will be okay.
Thank you for your courage.

The one we've been waiting for.

The new patient has arrived.
Everything is in order.

The signature
of the provincial council officer,

her medical report, and her husband's
signature authorizing her admission.

Good.

This came too.

TO SAMUEL ALVAR

Samuel won't mind.

It's from the doctor
who referred her for admission.

"It is common for this patient
to have an excuse for everything,

even if it means lying,
which she does exceptionally well."

"Even if her lies contradict
what she has said previously…"

…if she is caught in the act,

she will soon find an explanation
for why she was compelled to lie before,

while now claiming to tell the truth."

"Do not underestimate her."

"Her intelligence is such

that naive people are easily deceived,
including inexperienced psychiatrists."

"…inexperienced psychiatrists."

Luckily, you are neither of those things,
Dr. Ruipérez.

What is your name?

Alice Gould.

-I see that's your maiden name.
-I prefer to be called that.

Born where?

In Plymouth.

But I have Spanish citizenship.
My father was English.

Tell me about him.

About my father?

We loved and valued each other.

Are they different, those feelings?

Yes. The first one implies affection.

The second one,
mutual admiration and pride.

-Tell me about your mother.
-She died shortly after I was born.

My father was my only family
until I met my husband.

Are you happy in your marriage?

Heliodoro and I
have always gotten along well.

It's been 16 years
of shared tedium without complaints.

What does Mr. Almenara do?

He wastes my money playing poker and polo.

-No education?
-No.

He says he studied law,
but I don't believe him.

He's completely uneducated, poor thing.

-What about you?
-Not me.

Sorry.

-I have a degree in chemistry.
-Are you a researcher?

A kind of researcher.

SMUG, HATES HUSBAND

I'm a trained private detective.

-Do you know where you are?
-An insane asylum.

We prefer to call it
a psychiatric clinic… or hospital.

But do you know why you are here?

Yes, Doctor.

I've been lawfully kidnapped.

By whom?

My husband.

It says here you've tried to kill him
on three occasions.

By poisoning him, using a substance
that is undetectable with standard tests.

Your husband realized, reported it,

and Dr. Donadío
decided to put you in here immediately.

None of that is true.

Tell me something.

Did you prepare the poison yourself?

-I wouldn't have known how.
-Strange.

Since you have a degree in chemistry.

Tell me something, Doctor.

If I had to have surgery here
on my ovaries, for example,

would you be doing the operation?

Of course not.

-Strange, since you are a medical doctor.
-Different area of expertise.

So is mine,
and I don't even work in the field.

-Don't believe a word of that report.
-Should I believe you?

I'm not here due to sentencing.
I wasn't charged before a court.

Nor did I confess something
to the doctor that I did not do.

And I won't accept
that I am ill, only lawfully kidnapped.

This is all a trap.

-Set up by whom?
-By Heliodoro.

I have no reason to want to poison him.

I can't say the same for him.

Are you implying

that your husband tried to poison you?

Yes.

And what do you think
was your husband's motive?

To become the sole trustee
of my fortune, obviously.

Look, if I did try to poison him,
why didn't he turn me in to the police?

To avoid giving you a hard time.

And to try to cure you.

If he'd reported me,
a court-appointed administrator

would have kept him from using my assets.

It would make no sense for me
to try to end my husband's life.

You have confessed
to feeling great animosity toward him.

Well, Heliodoro is a fool, yes.

But let's just say his intelligence
is inversely proportional to his beauty.

And I love beauty, Doctor.

I assure you, I have no reason to destroy
such a splendid ornamental object.

PURE PARANOIA

-Oh, sorry.
-It's fine, Montse. Come in.

Montserrat Castell,
the center's deputy director.

She will guide you
through the initial steps.

-Is there anything else?
-Yes.

When will the director return?

In two or three weeks,
when he's back from vacation.

But no need to worry.
You are in the best of hands.

It's a large facility.

We have common areas
that patients can use during the day,

including several acres
of forest out back.

Despite being confined here,
you will feel quite free.

The director has created
manufacturing workshops.

He believes helping patients feel useful
aids their recovery.

Modern psychiatry.

At ten o'clock,
the cell doors close until the morning.

The world inside is governed
by a very different set of rules.

I will do what I can to adapt, Montse.

I hope so.

Now you'll have to take
the two most difficult steps.

My wedding ring too?

You can't have personal items in the cell.

Right.

What about cigarettes?
Can I light my last one with my lighter?

THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS

We can't have books either?

-What harm can a book do?
-I told you that you can't keep anything.

Please. Just one?

Pick the one you want.

This one.

SYNDROMES AND TYPES OF PARANOIA

I hope the other rule
isn't as harsh as this one.

Open wide.

-Your underwear.
-Excuse me?

Your underwear.

Crouch down.

Imagine you're in a field
and you feel like taking a shit.

Here, put this on.

Hello?

Yes, she's still inside.

Getting changed.

Of course she needs to eat dinner.

Yes, all right.

We have permission to enter.

I can eat dinner with you
before taking you to your cell.

I'm not hungry, thanks.

Ready?

Can you let us in, please?

One last piece of advice.

Once you get past that door,
forget who you are on the outside.

Starting with your name.

What's wrong with my name?

Alice Gould. Beautiful but different.
Too different.

In here, all of our patients are equals.

In the morning,
they'll bring you some toiletries.

If you need anything, let me know.

Lights off.

WHO SENT IT?
MURDERER: YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Something must have happened in there,
but the police won't listen to me.

Help me, Alice. Please.

I'll find out what happened to your son.

TRAGEDY IN THE DEL OLMO FAMILY

How the hell could this happen?

It was arson.

When I arrived, the cells were all open.

They got through to the main entrance.

Make sure the gate is closed.

We have to secure the area.

Samuel?

We have another problem inside.

Move aside. Let the director through!

What are you doing here?

You're going to need
all hands on deck tonight, Samuel.

Get them all into their cells.
Go on, get out!

Murderers!

Where are you off to?

-Please calm down.
-That's enough now.

Come on. Shower time.

Come on, ladies. Get a move on.

Empty the bedpans, all right?

Let's go. Come on in.

The bedpan needs emptying. Come on.

Let's keep it moving.
Hurry up in the tubs.

Come on, ladies. Let's go.

What's going on?
Still half asleep, are we?

Come on, empty the bedpan.

The third shower is free.
If not, you can brush your teeth.

All right, ladies. We don't have all day.

Right.

Come on, ladies.

Why did you come?

Where were you?

I'm not dead.

Excuse me. You are in my spot.

I didn't know we had assigned seats.

They make an exception for me.

Don't get up.

There's room for both of us.

And judging by the look on your face,
the last thing you need is to be alone.

-They let you drink wine?
-Yes.

Sitting in front of you
is the strangest lunatic here.

I'm the only one who admits to it.

Because you're not sick either, are you?

-No.
-Cheers to that.

See? I'm still the exception.

Ignacio Urquieta.

Alice… Alicia. Nice to meet you.

So, Alicia, what brought you
to this wonderland?

You're not wearing a corset.
My mom wore one.

Go away. You filthy rat!

This elephant might protect you,

but you're still a creep who can't tell
a lady from a whore like your mother.

It's okay.

Don't worry.

If it's any consolation,
he does that to all the women.

He's ended up in the cage many times.

What cage?

You don't want to end up in there,
believe me.

Let's piss her off. You'll see.

What's wrong?

Do you smoke?

First the wine, now the lighter.
You are a privileged man.

They cleaned you out, huh?

Even my underwear.

You're lucky you weren't here before.

Samuel Alvar, the new director,
has changed everything.

He took the bars off the windows,

opened the doors,
allowed us to walk around the grounds.

Yeah, so I've heard.

They say he's a great director.

-Do you know him?
-No.

No, but I would like to.

Beautiful things happen
even in the most dreadful places.

How did they end up here?

The twins were born here.

Their parents were mentally handicapped.

We've always called them Rómulo and Remo.

Rómulo and Remo. Which one is which?

Rómulo is the mimic.

He spends all day mimicking everybody.

And Remo can't talk.

-What about her?
-Rómulo says she's his little sister.

When he gets tired of horsing around,
he sits with her.

He protects her.

-And is she really his sister?
-No.

But he thinks so.

He'd kill anyone who disagrees.

He'd kill?

You're exaggerating, right?

Absolutely not.

I want to drive!

What an unholy mess.

We have a young male

with multiple lacerations.

Presumably caused by a knife.

Should we move the body
somewhere quieter for examination?

No, that's up to the coroner.

-Have they located Lucía yet?
-She's on her way.

-Who has access to the cell?
-Only the patients in the ward.

All men, I assume?

The women are in the next ward.
They only mingle in the common areas.

Nobody's touched anything, right?

I think we just found the murder weapon.

WHO SENT IT? NOV 24, 1978
YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Excuse me. Mind if I sit here?

I'm Alicia.

I'm new here.

Did you know a young guy
called Damián García del Olmo?

Don't bother, young lady.
Our friend here is mute.

Mute? He can't speak?

I CAN SPEAK, BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT!

If you're intrigued by some mystery,

or you need to know more about something,
you can sit down with me.

I invented
the theory of the nine universes.

I can give you all the answers you seek.

I'm not looking for anything. Thanks.

We're all looking for something.

Madness is just
the quickest way to find it.

Leave her alone!

Rómulo!

Easy, calm down.

-Look at me.
-Come on, easy! Calm down!

-Let go!
-Calm down!

Let him go!

Rómulo!

Look at me!

Stop!

Easy.

Rómulo! Easy.

Easy.

Easy does it.

Alicia, your appointment.

Calm down!

Calm down!

Look at me!

RESTRICTED ACCESS
ARCHIVE

Come in.

César, I'll leave her with you.

-Alicia, welcome.
-Thank you.

Come in. Make yourself comfortable.

I'm César Arellano.

Head of clinical services.

-Nice to meet you.
-Likewise.

I'll be carrying out your tests.

-What tests?
-Assessments.

They mostly involve having a nice chat.

I must say that sounds nice.

I only ask that you are honest.
Try not to hide anything.

I'll do my best.

There is one small part of my life
I would rather save for Dr. Alvar.

That's fine.

If I encroach on the part
reserved for the director,

just say, "Out of bounds,"
and I'll save my breath.

-Will you put me on medication?
-No.

Only if the director
approves the final diagnosis.

-Should we begin?
-Sure.

March 21, 1979,
first session with Alice Gould.

Repeat after me, eight and three.

Eight and three.

What do you see in these drawings?

Three birds flying.

A cow in a meadow.

A man with a horse. A forest.

Good.

Now point to your nose,
then to one of your knees.

Fantastic.

We've just made an incredible discovery.

Your mental age is above three years.

Mind sparing me a cigarette, then?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Well, let's make it harder.

-Let's see what happens.
-Let's see.

Name three philosophers.

-Aristotle, Socrates, and Plato.
-Not Greek ones.

Descartes, Kant, Schopenhauer,
whom I shouldn't have named.

-Why not?
-He was an idiot.

He said women were animals
with long hair and short ideas.

What would you do if you found
an envelope with a name on it?

I would open it and look inside.

Even if it wasn't yours?

You didn't say it wasn't addressed to me.

Let's do a simple exercise.

I'll say a word, and you reply
with the first word that comes to mind.

-Sun.
-Life.

-Silence.
-Silence doesn't exist.

-Love.
-Salvation.

-Sex.
-Pleasure.

Excuse my bluntness.
I see you are not frigid.

No, Doctor.

Some women are.

Or their husbands are useless. Or selfish.

Which of those is your husband?

Out of bounds.

Is this related
to you trying to poison him?

Out of bounds.

And excuse my bluntness.
Why is this information relevant?

Sexual health can be important
for mental health.

According to that idiot Freud?

He wasn't exactly an idiot.

Well,

saying that dreaming about a church spire
means yearning for the male organ

is obsessive, Doctor.

I agree with you, but he also learned
how to awaken the subconscious.

Freud was obsessed.

I loathe people who are obsessed.

They simplify something
as complex as the spirit.

Forgive me for encroaching on your field
when we were playing with words.

Sorry, Doctor.

Family.

Happiness.

Children.

Frustration.

Can you tell me why?

He didn't see himself as a father.

Has your husband always been faithful?

I don't know. I haven't asked.

It would have been a sign of my distrust.

And you? Have you always been faithful?

Always.

Never been approached by other men?

Yes, Doctor. Many times.

Were you interested
in any of these suitors?

Yes.

And despite this…

Never.

Tell me, Alicia,
what do you dislike most about yourself?

Being dressed like this.

What do you like most?

My personal ambition.

The need to always achieve
what I set out to do.

Come this way.

Somebody broke it from the outside.
We're not sure who.

The victim's cell
is on the male ward, number three.

To get there from the laundry room
would involve going through all the units

and opening all the doors along the way.

Could the killer have set up
all this chaos to cover their tracks?

If so, that would make
our investigation a bit easier.

Undoubtedly.

Such an elaborate strategy
reduces the number of suspects.

-What do you think about all this?
-Superintendent.

I don't think it's the best night
to be hanging around here.

How about taking the body away,

and tomorrow,
when things have calmed down,

you can come back to see what happened?

That is to be decided by a court official,
as ordered by a judge.

So, in the meantime,
I ask that you cooperate.

Of course.

We can prepare a list
of the least handicapped patients.

Have them ready for questioning
as soon as possible.

-Alicia, good morning.
-Good morning.

How are you?

-Good, and you?
-Good.

How did you sleep?

Well, I was a little restless.

I didn't know what questions you'd ask.

Actually, I wasn't going to ask anything.

-Oh, really?
-No.

-You're already tired of me?
-No, on the contrary.

Today you'll choose
our topic of conversation.

Even inappropriate questions?

Even those.

Thank you.

I'd like to talk about your glasses.

They're very ugly.

You should wear big tortoiseshell ones.

You'd look much more handsome.

Sorry. I'm so clumsy.

I'm sorry.

-No, don't. You're making it worse.
-I'm so sorry.

-Where's the bathroom?
-It's for staff.

-But do you have a key?
-Yes.

-Please. I'll be quick.
-Sure.

-Here.
-Thanks so much. I'll be back.

All right.

Excuse me, there must be a leak.
The corridor is full of water.

Thank you.

Dammit!

Bring a mop!

LEAVE PERMITS

JANUARY 1978, APRIL 1978, MAY 1978

OCTOBER 1978, NOVEMBER 1978

REGISTER - PERMISSION TO LEAVE
NOVEMBER 24, 1978

EVACUATION PLAN

I. URQUIETA

You will be escorted to your cells
and remain there until further notice.

Except those on this list,

whose names I will read out now.

Misbehave and you'll sleep in the cage.

David Cobas.

David Cobas! At your service.

Joaquín Palacio.

Jesus fucking Christ!

I'm sick of this. Murderers!

-David Cobas.
-Sick of it!

Álvaro Sanjuán.

Murderers!

I'm sick of this! Murderers!

Ignacio Urquieta.

Ignacio Urquieta.

Hey, Ignacio!

-Get down!
-Murderers!

Calm down. Get down!

-Get down from there!
-Let go of me. Don't touch me!

Get down from there!

Out of the way!

Look at me! Calm down.

Look at me! Easy.

Look at me, Ignacio.

Very good. That's it.

Very good.

I'm the coroner.

The superintendent and court official
are waiting for me to remove the corpse.

Didn't they tell you I was coming?
I'm the coroner.

You are one of the few patients
who is allowed to carry a lighter.

So what?

Did you use that lighter
to set fire to the toy workshop?

You knew everyone would try to put it out.

You're mistaken, Superintendent.

Then how do you explain
the blood on your hands?

When I saw what had happened,
I tried to save the kid,

but it was too late.

I swear I didn't kill him.

The court official
and the coroner have just arrived.

-So you're interrupting me?
-It's not Lucía.

I don't care who she is,
as long as she does her job, and quickly.

The superintendent said
the body can be removed.

Perfect.

Although many of you
are like little trees,

capable only of vegetating,

you should know
that God also has a place for you

in the Kingdom of Heaven.

He loves your mental afflictions,

and your suffering
makes you even more worthy of his mercy.

Brothers and sisters, may you go in peace.

Hello?

I know who you are.

Easy, Rómulo.

Long time no see.

Arellano's been keeping me busy
with a bunch of tests.

Oh, I'm sorry. He's the epitome of dull.

Want one?

Ignacio, a few months ago,
they gave you permission to leave.

On November 24. Do you remember?

They let me go into town
when my sister visits. How did you know?

MURDERER: YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Did you send this letter?

What is that?

Did you know Damián García del Olmo?

He was in Block Three.

-I'm talking to you.
-I have to go.

Ignacio.

On November 24, it was sent to his father.

The handwriting indicates
the person was schizophrenic.

Why are you here? I'm talking to you.

The person was schizophrenic.
Why are you here?

-You don't understand. I have to go.
-No, you're not going. Ignacio!

Ignacio, stop!

Come back here!

Stop!

What's wrong? Ignacio, get up.

What's wrong? Ignacio.

Hey. What's wrong?

Help! What's wrong with him?

Help! Come here! Ignacio, what's wrong?

Look at me. It's all right. Easy.

Help, please!
Ignacio, what's wrong? Ignacio!

What's wrong with him? Help, please!

Didn't you know? Water is bad for him!

Just like parsley is bad for parrots.

What?

Ignacio!

Help!

Where are you going?
Are you just going to leave him here?

Superintendent, the coroner
has requested an emergency autopsy.

What do you mean?
The case is almost closed.

We just need him to confess
so we can go home.

He's innocent.
He couldn't have gotten near the weapon.

-How do you know that?
-The medical report.

The coroner requested it.

The suspect suffers
from an irrational fear of water.

Is that true?

I'm afraid so.

What an atrocity.

The hell is she looking for now?

You don't need to be Einstein
to figure out how he died.

She says he has several broken bones.
That might be important.

These newbies, Soto.

They come in
acting like they know everything,

but all they do is get in the way.

This is the last one.

There's nobody in the back garden.
They're all inside.

Dry her off and take her over.

RESTRICTED AREA

Got the head count?

Jesus.

-Come on.
-Please.

Let's continue the questioning
and put an end to this.

We've got the list of suspects down to 15.

-Good. Send them in one by one.
-What's going on over there?

Samuel, we've done the head count,
and they're not all here.

There are 138 empty cells
but only 137 patients.

Who is missing?

Getting the patients
into their cells is a priority--

We cannot risk a dangerous escape.

This is all your fault.
Fix it. Go on, get out.

It's the missing patient.

It's called hydrophobia.

What I have.

I've had it since I was little.
Nobody knows why.

I can't even look at water…

let alone touch it.

Well, now you know my secret.

-Yeah.
-Will you tell me yours?

I'm not insane.

-Wow, I thought you trusted me.
-I'm pretending to be paranoid.

I came here to investigate a crime.
I'm a detective.

Jesus. That's a new one.

I'm telling you the truth.

You're worse than I am.

I'm investigating
the death of Damián García del Olmo.

He was hospitalized here
just over a year ago.

They say he killed himself,
but some things don't add up.

Do you think he was murdered?

My theory is that it was
a former patient of his father's

who sought revenge in the worst way.

You don't have to worry about me.
I don't know him at all.

And whoever killed him was schizophrenic.
Now I know you're not.

But it must have been
a very intelligent person.

Well, that rules me out completely.

They covered their tracks.

Made everybody believe
that Damián took his own life.

-Even the doctors?
-That's what Dr. Alvar thinks.

He's the only one who knows why I'm here.

He gave you permission to snoop around
in his hospital's dirty laundry?

He's a close friend of the boy's father.

Tell me about Damián.

He suffered from a form of schizophrenia.

He had hallucinations,
heard voices, those sorts of things.

They gave him
electroshock and insulin therapies.

They say those work on violent patients.

Was Damián violent?

He always got into fights.

Especially with Luis Ojeda.

Who's Luis Ojeda?

Your secret admirer.

The dwarf.

What's wrong?

The night Damián died,

Luis went missing.

Missing?

How is that possible?

Since the director's
allowed patients to move around freely,

sometimes some of them hide
in the forest until they're caught.

I seem to remember
Ojeda doing just that that day.

Are you all right? Did he hurt you?

Where is the dwarf?

Where is he? Where--

It's all right.

Where did he go? Where…?

No luck?

No. They all have alibis.

Or are incapable
of committing such an elaborate crime.

You still haven't found
the patient who escaped?

No.

Superintendent, would you mind
if we had a word alone, in my office?

Forgive me for involving you in something
we could have taken care of ourselves.

As you know, the new protocols…

Too many changes in this country lately.

Well, we can still avoid
any unnecessary inconvenience.

I can't imagine what is coming next.

Interrogation, paperwork, lawyers,

phone calls from journalists…

I'd rather a kick in the balls,
I can assure you.

Well, that makes two of us.

Are you proposing something, Doctor?

Sometimes I dream about the hospital.

The other day, I was looking
at photos of my patients, and I thought…

Do you believe in God?

Yes, sir.

I was thinking,
if God created us in his image,

like in a perfect scripture,

the patients who end up here

would be like his crooked lines,
when God was learning to write.

What kind of God allows such imperfection?

I'm convinced he has a plan for them too.

I think that plan
is reserved for me, Superintendent.

Are you trying to tell me something?

Whoever committed this crime
is one of those crooked lines.

What's the point
in initiating this whole process,

for them to inevitably
end up locked up in here again?

The missing patient
could cause problems for you. Is that it?

Yes.

Perhaps for you too.

The court official
has already opened the investigation.

I'm sure you'll find a way
to talk to your people.

How would it benefit you?

I've introduced certain reforms
that are being questioned.

A crime wouldn't look good on my file.

"Reforms"?

Are you one of those
who want to change everything?

Truly important things
never change, Superintendent. Excuse me.

Yes?

All right.

The patient has turned up.

Have you seen the dwarf?

Sorry.

It's okay.

It's all right.

I'm looking for the dwarf.

Have you seen him?

I know who you are.

I know who you are.

Who am I?

Come.

-Come.
-Where?

Home. Let's go.

-What do you mean, "home"?
-Yeah, let's go.

No, Rómulo.

Come.

How beautiful. Did you make it?

I made it for her and for my brother.

And for you.

For me?

Why for me?

Because you're our mommy.

Rómulo…

How did you figure it out, darling?

Because you're not sick like the others.

You've come to be with us,

and you're going to stay forever.

Aren't you?

You're not going to leave again.

No.

I would never do that, darling.

Did you hear that?

Mom is going to stay.

-Is there someone else here with you?
-No.

-What about your brother?
-No.

No?

Stay here.

Alicia.

It's César.

What happened?

-Stay calm.
-What's this?

-Stop it.
-César.

Stay calm, please.

It's best if you're relaxed.

We don't want to hurt you.

-Please.
-I'm tied down.

Listen to me.

You killed a man.

What?

They found you unconscious
next to Luis Ojeda's body.

-Luis Ojeda?
-Yes.

The dwarf is dead?

Don't you remember what you did?

What I did?

No, I…

He threw himself at me. He attacked me.

He…

he attacked me. He tried…

he tried to rape me.

…this.

Please calm down.

-Let me go.
-I can't.

I can't remember.
Perhaps there was someone else there.

It was an accident.
Please, César. Believe me.

-Untie me.
-Stop. I can't.

Those bits of your soul
you save for Dr. Alvar must be important.

Stop it, please.

I have to call the police.

Nobody's calling anyone until I've talked
to the patient, Dr. Arellano.

I didn't…

-I didn't know you were due back today.
-I decided to cut my vacation short.

I need to have a talk with you,
if that's all right.

Of course.

I'm Samuel Alvar,
the director of this institution.

How are you, Alicia?

How are you feeling?

A bit dizzy.

Nice to finally meet you.

I didn't know how long
I could cope with being here--

-You've gotten me in a lot of trouble.
-I'm sorry.

-Luis Ojeda jumped on top of me and--
-So they told me.

But this doesn't change the fact
that one of my patients is dead.

So my question is,

what do we do now, Alicia?

If you like, I'll update you first.

Then we'll decide?

Very well.

Go ahead.

Is there patient information
that is not in the files?

-You should let me access it.
-"The files"?

Yes. I managed to get Damián's file

and the chart of patient departures, but…

Nothing's clear yet, and I highly doubt
that Luis Ojeda would have been capable

or would have received help
in making a murder look like a suicide.

I'm a long way
from finding out who did it, Doctor.

Do you smoke?

No, I feel dizzy. Thank you.

Suicide?

Well, it's the theory
my client and I are working with.

Who is your client again?

What do you mean?
You know full well who it is.

I work with the minds of my patients,
but unfortunately, I cannot read them.

I'm Alice Gould.

Alice Gould de Almenara, Doctor.

I know who you are, Alicia.

Then you'll remember we exchanged letters
under Dr. Del Olmo's instruction.

And you told me everything I needed to do

to get in here, pretending to be ill.

Explain those instructions to me.

I won't explain anything to you

until you explain why you're asking
about what you already know.

What's that look on your face?
Are you mocking me?

I don't tend to mock patients.

What patients? What are you playing at?

Look, this isn't a game,
Mrs. Alicia de Almenara.

I'm not sure where you got that idea,

but you and I have never exchanged
any sort of correspondence.

I never talked about you
to Dr. García del Olmo.

That's a lie, and you know it.

-Patients can't talk to me like that.
-I'm not your patient.

I'm here for professional reasons.
You understand?

I'm afraid not.

Well, I'm going
to demand an explanation from my client.

-Back to your bed--
-An explanation from my client.

I'm not going back.

-Give me that.
-What's this?

Heliodoro? Is that you?

It's the operator.
There's no line to the outside.

I want to talk to my husband. Now.

-It's Samuel Alvar. Send backup.
-Why are you doing that?

You are seriously ill.

You will be here for a long time.

Son of a bitch!

After her!

What's happening?

Open the door, please!
I'm Alice Gould de Almenara!

I'm being held here against my will.

Open the door!

Let go!

Let go!

Hold her arm.

Son of a bitch.

Where am I?

Solitary confinement.

How long have I been here?

Three days.

They sedated you.
You've been sleeping ever since.

I want to go home.

I'm sorry, Alicia, but you can't.

After your psychotic break,
Dr. Alvar considers you to be dangerous.

No, it wasn't an outburst.

You attacked him and tried to escape.

Why did you do it?

I found this in your cell.

What's going on, Alicia?
Tell me, what are you doing here?

I'm not crazy.

Get me out of here.

Only the medical board can decide that.

And right now
they have no reason to convene.

Unless you give me one.

Just trust me, please.

I have reason to believe

that the death of Damián García del Olmo
was not a suicide.

-No. That's impossible.
-Montse.

You asked for a reason
for them to convene.

And I've given you one.

Please take me to them.

I'll prove I'm telling the truth.

Firstly, I'd like to apologize.

I assure you, I am not a violent person.

I've gotten myself into a labyrinth,
and I need your help to get out.

What are you referring to?

The reason I came to this hospital.

Dr. Donadío decided to hospitalize you
based on his professional judgment.

-At your husband's request.
-No. He didn't.

We have a document
that is signed by him to confirm it.

-He didn't know what he signed.
-He doesn't know you're here?

I thought it'd be just a few days.

I told him I was going to Buenos Aires
to investigate a fraudulent will.

That's not what you told us initially.
You said he had tried to poison you.

I tricked you.

Most of my first statement
made to Dr. Ruipérez is false.

Explain what you mean by "most."

I made up my husband's personality.

I faked contempt, which we do not feel.

We love and respect one another.

Are you stating
you intentionally misled Dr. Ruipérez?

That's right.

For what purpose?

I pretended to be ill to get in here.

This is nonsense.

What's nonsense is being able to mislead
somebody with your post.

I wonder how many other poor wretches
are locked up due to your incompetence.

How dare you.

Doctor, please.

I had to investigate.
The best way to do it was from inside.

I'm a trained detective.
I didn't lie to you about that.

But why?

Wouldn't it have been easier to lie?

I thought you wouldn't believe me

and that you would see it
as another element of my tale.

Clearly, I wasn't mistaken.

So sometimes you lie,
and sometimes you tell the truth.

I've never lied to you, Doctor.

Why did you lie to Dr. Ruipérez, then?

I lied to him to get into the hospital.

I didn't need to lie to you,
as I was already inside.

Please tell us about this investigation.

-Dr. Alvar knows the details.
-No, he doesn't.

That's not correct, Doctor.

You know that Dr. García del Olmo hired me
to investigate his son's death.

He accompanied me here
on the day I was admitted.

Young Damián passed away,
but his death is no mystery.

He just took his own life.

That's the official version,
but his father never believed it.

He told me the night we met.

At a New Year's Eve ball at the Ritz.

Heliodoro and I go every year.

I recognized him immediately.

A few weeks earlier, I was working
on a case that was keeping me up.

That night, as I was considering
how to approach it,

it appeared on the news.

The boy took his life
in his room at the psychiatric hospital.

The boy's photo stuck with me.

What would lead an educated young boy
from a good family to end up like that?

I didn't know it then,
but it was a sign of what was to come.

TRAGEDY IN THE DEL OLMO FAMILY

Because one detail changed everything.

My husband knew Dr. Del Olmo.

Del Olmo!

I'll be back.

You're a traitor. No, I'm just kidding.

Great to see you.

Can you talk to her?
I'm interested in something.

Alice.

I don't believe you've met.
Dr. García del Olmo. My wife, Alice Gould.

Heliodoro had told him about me.

He wanted something.
We met in his office the next day.

Damián suffered a lot,
but he never tried to take his life.

I promised him
that after I returned from Mexico,

I'd get him out of there.

A few days later, I received this.

MURDERER: YOU KILLED HIM, NOT ME

Somebody wanted to hurt me
by taking the person I loved the most.

Something must have happened in there,

but the police won't listen to me.

Help me.

Please.

The handwriting shows
the letter was written

by somebody
with hebephrenic schizophrenia,

sent from Robregordo
two days after Damián died.

GRAPHIC ATLAS OF SPAIN

Less than ten minutes from here.

I studied the case thoroughly.

I mulled over the theory
that one of his former patients

wanted revenge,
but I didn't have much to go on.

The patient who sent this letter
had permission to leave.

POLICE CLOSE DEL OLMO CASE

To access his records,
I needed to work from the inside.

INNOVATIVE TECHNIQUES?

And only the director could help me.

Samuel Alvar is a friend of mine.

I recommended him
to the health minister for the role.

I called him. He's agreed to help.

You can work from the inside,
but nobody can know.

In the letter, the director gave me
instructions on how to get in.

He suggested
the most suitable mental illness.

Paranoia.

SYNDROMES AND TYPES OF PARANOIA

"No. I'm not here due to sentencing."

"I wasn't charged before a court."

"I wasn't…"

"Sorry?"

"No, I've been lawfully kidnapped.
Lawfully kidnapped."

The next step was to convince Donadío,
our trusted doctor,

to sign a report confirming my condition.

The next few weeks,
more letters arrived from Dr. Alvar

to help give credibility
to my performance.

But I wanted to add my own touch.

"It is common for this patient
to have an excuse for everything,

even if it means lying,
which she does exceptionally well."

"Her intelligence is such
that naive people are easily deceived,

including inexperienced psychiatrists."

"Do not underestimate her."

I wrote that letter myself,
and Dr. Donadío signed it.

The envelope is unopened.
This proves I'm not lying.

The bit about inexperienced psychiatrists
wasn't about you, Dr. Alvar.

I didn't know you then.

REQUEST FOR VOLUNTARY ADMISSION

Only the hardest part was left.

Heliodoro's signature
to authorize locking me up.

I put it with forms
he needed to sign from the bank.

-How are you?
-Good, and you?

-What are you doing?
Reading your magazine.

-My magazine? How come?
-I was having a look at it.

Look, we need to sign a few things.

Telling him the truth
would mean jeopardizing the investigation.

DETAILS OF CONTACT PERSON
OR REPRESENTATIVE

-Is that all?
-That's all.

Two days later,
I said I had to leave for Buenos Aires.

And that's how I came here.

Ready?

I'll find out what happened to your son.

Can I smoke?

You have to tell us
if you've found anything we need to know.

Nothing conclusive yet.

Perhaps there isn't anything to conclude.
Have you considered that?

The letters I exchanged
with Dr. Alvar are in my office.

The keys are with security.

I don't need to tell you
that the letters do not exist.

I really do understand your concern.

And I pity you if your carelessness
leads to your dismissal.

-Or being struck off.
-I know what you are doing.

You're trying to divide us.
But let's be clear. I'm not your enemy.

By helping me in here,
the director participated in falsification

of official documents
from the provisional council.

I suspect that's why he's pretending
not to know what I'm saying.

Don't worry. I will have you exonerated
if that is what concerns you.

You want us to call the police?
Fine, let's call them.

Let's see what they think
about you killing a patient.

I am the victim of a sexual predator
who was able to attack me

because the rules
at this institution, your rules, allow it.

So you won't call the police.

You wouldn't want them to know
that patients die from your incompetence.

Enough.

A death like this
is the last thing you need.

And it's not the only death. Am I wrong?

You must have been responsible
for the deaths of many patients--

Enough!

That's enough!

Look, Alicia, I'll talk to you
like a sick person, like a patient.

My job is to take care of your illness.

But I'm also talking to you
as a whole person, so to speak.

And I want you to know

that even though you are ill,
you are still responsible for your lies,

your fabrications,

and your conscious manipulation.

And I must warn you
that if you don't change your attitude,

and if you continue
to manipulate the doctors

or continue to investigate other patients

in pursuit of a crime that never existed,

I will have no choice but to believe
that this is part of your illness

and act accordingly.

Your behavior is dangerous
for the other patients and for yourself.

I will not allow further deaths.

Why are you lying?

Why are you lying, Doctor?

You know what?

Sooner or later,
my husband will realize I am here

and come looking for me.

Dr. Donadío and Dr. Del Olmo
will corroborate my story.

You're covering up
the death of an innocent man,

and I am going to discover why.

This man died at the hands
of an extremely disturbed woman.

This, added to the delusions
that we have just witnessed,

prove that Alicia de Almenara
is a serious threat to herself

and to the rest of the residents,
and she should be treated as such.

This whole time,
she hadn't caused any trouble.

Because she was happy living her fantasy,
but when confronted, she attacked me.

She successfully passed
all the tests she underwent.

You're thinking
with what's between your legs.

I have nothing between my legs,
and I don't think she's a threat either.

We all know how Luis Ojeda behaved.

Alicia acted in legitimate self-defense.
It would be wrong to diagnose her.

Perhaps including Ojeda's death
in this decision is only confusing us.

But do we believe the accusation
that she tried to murder her husband,

or do we agree
she made it up to investigate?

Neither version has been confirmed
by her husband, Donadío, or Del Olmo.

We must contact them.

Five psychiatric doctors,
and we can't agree on a diagnosis

without being subjected
to a patient's narcissistic demands?

Why not verify information?

And what do you have against giving me
more credibility than her?

Nothing, but we don't know your opinion.

In my opinion, Alicia de Almenara
is cold and astute in her arguments.

Qualities of a person
capable of poisoning somebody.

We can't have books?
What harm can a book do?

-It's a rule.
-Please. Just one?

The patient is as pathologically arrogant
as she is cunning.

She thinks she's more cultured, sensitive,

spiritual, distinguished, elegant,
and delicate than others,

but as soon as her delusions
are threatened, her violence comes out.

Freud was obsessed.
I loathe people who are obsessed.

They simplify something
as complex as the spirit.

In my opinion,
this same patient has revealed,

with great eloquence,

a motive that would explain
the attempted murder of her husband.

Which is?

She couldn't handle the humiliation
of knowing that the man she chose,

out of all her suitors,
this fantastic ornamental object,

did not love her, but her money.

I made up my husband's personality.

I faked contempt, which we do not feel.

We love and respect one another.

Let's analyze what we know,

considering Dr. Donadío's report
to be true.

He signed off on her admission.

And we will find out
who Alicia de Almenara really is.

It all began on October 17.

That day, the patient appeared
as a surprise

at her husband's polo club

to have lunch with him after the match.

When he arrived at the table,
she already had everything set up.

-I ordered.
-Thanks so much.

-Bloody Mary.
-I love it.

Hours later, while playing
one of his usual games of poker,

he started to feel unwell.

Excuse me.

On November 20, one month later,

without a medical explanation
for the origin of this dangerous illness…

-How did it go?
-Really well.

-Good practice.
-Great.

…Mr. Almenara felt the same symptoms
once again after dinner.

Not having dinner?

No. I'm not hungry.

And she was swept up in her fantasy.

A fantasy as joyful as it was painful.

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

Alice!

When Dr. Donadío turned up,
alarmed by the call,

he noticed severe symptoms of poisoning.

So he did not say anything,

but deep inside,
he began to harbor a terrible suspicion.

He remembered that on that same afternoon,
his wife had fired the maid

hours before dinner.

He didn't give it much thought.

But once he felt better,
he wanted some answers

and decided to take action.

Darling.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

That night,
his worst fears were confirmed.

He didn't want to involve the police,
so he called Dr. Donadío,

who saved her life by pumping her stomach.

This is it, Enrique.

I found it in the kitchen,
if you want to look into it.

My theory is that the patient
knew she had been found out,

and that she would likely be hospitalized.

Her subconscious mind knew
that she needed to be punished.

Her conscious mind
couldn't bear it and covered it up

and started to distort her reality.

And she had a breakdown.

So she created a story
to be admitted here,

not as a sick person,

but as a private investigator
with a most honorable objective.

To solve a crime.

That is her true delusion,
the character she created.

Do you know which illness she chose?

The illness she has.

A combined case of paranoia and pretense.

The patient shall keep taking
the antipsychotic medication I prescribed.

Thank you, but I insist
that we need more proof.

We might be holding
a healthy person against her will.

If Alicia is telling the truth,
the report will be useless.

I agree we should contact Mr. Almenara,
Mr Donadío, and Mr. Del Olmo.

Either that or the police. You decide.

Excuse me, a patient wants to talk to you.

He says he witnessed
the death of Luis Ojeda.

As I told you in private a few days ago,

the day it all happened,

I was in the recovery unit
because I'd had a seizure.

When I got out, I went to look for Alicia.

Why?

I was worried about her.

She'd told me
an absurd story about an investigation.

Ignacio--

Please, Alicia. Let him continue.

I was told she had gone
into the forest to talk to Ojeda.

So I decided to look for her.

I had drawn attention to him,

by telling her
that he and Damián sometimes fought.

When I found her,
Ojeda was trying to rape her.

I was going to intervene,
but when he saw me, he got up to run away,

and unluckily for him,
he tripped and split his head open.

I came back to get help,

but somebody must have found them first
and drawn the wrong conclusion.

Is that true?

Yes.

As far as I can remember, yes.

Well, that settles it.

We'll include the statement in the report.

Police intervention won't be necessary.

Thank you very much.

Now, if you don't mind,

we need to discuss
a private matter with Alicia.

Good afternoon.

I'm Alicia Gould.

I see they've updated you on my situation?

Have you spoken to Heliodoro?

We called your home,
but your husband can't be reached.

It was a mistake
to make him believe I was in Buenos Aires.

He must be looking for me there.

If that's the case, it's surprising
he hasn't contacted the embassy or police.

What are you implying?

Isn't it strange?

Unless the patient achieved
what she wanted before coming in here,

and her husband's not answering the phone
because he's dead.

You won't find
a body in my house, all right?

Why don't you go and check?

Go on. Or better still,
call Dr. Donadío so he can go.

And we can clear this up once and for all.

-Dr. Donadío is at a conference in Zurich.
-Zurich?

We've notified him via telegram,
but there's been no response.

The only one who can confirm your story
is Dr. Raimundo García del Olmo.

So what are you waiting for?

Ask Raimundo García del Olmo to come.

Alicia, when you saw the gentleman
who was taking Urquieta's statement,

you assumed he was police.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

Don't you recognize him?

No.

Why would I? I've never seen him before.

Because I am Raimundo García del Olmo.

You're claiming to be here
acting on my behalf.

Have you nothing to say?

No.

I can't.

Why? Why can't you, Alicia?

Why not?

Why can't you say anything, Alicia?

Because this man
is not Raimundo García del Olmo.

-What are you saying? Of course it's him.
-No.

This man is not Raimundo García del Olmo.

No. This is not the man who hired me.

No, it isn't.
This isn't the man who brought me here.

Alicia, there is no doubt
that this man is who he says he is.

Tell us who brought you here.

I'm telling you, Montse!
Raimundo García del Olmo.

What do you mean, who brought me here?

Raimundo García del Olmo, I'm telling you.

I'm telling you. Raimundo García del Olmo.

Montse, you have to believe me.
It's a setup.

What? No. One moment, please.
Don't touch me. Let me go!

Let go of me!

Please, Montse.

Montse, it's a mistake.

Let go of me! Why are you doing this?

Son of a bitch!

Let go of me!

Don't touch me!

Son of a bitch! Don't touch me!

Montse!

Let go of me!

No.

Alicia.

Look at me, Alicia.

No need to talk.

If you know who I am, blink.

Who are you?

Alicia.

Do you know who you are, Alicia?

Everything will be okay.
Thank you for your courage.

Who are you?

I am Dr. García del Olmo.

No.

Tell me the truth. Who are you?

The truth is whatever you want it to be.

-My magazine! How come?
-I was having a look at it.

Look, we need to sign a few things.

Here.

And this one.

Good. This one.

What do you mean, who brought me here?

Raimundo García del Olmo, I'm telling you.

I'm telling you. Raimundo García del Olmo.

What do you mean, who brought me here?
Raimundo García del Olmo.

Raimundo García del Olmo.
What do you mean?

Dr. García del Olmo.

I am Dr. García del Olmo.

Thank you for your courage.

Who are you?

The truth is whatever you want it to be.

I am Dr. García del Olmo.

Everything will be okay.

Thank you for your courage.

You're worse than I am.

Who are you?

The truth is whatever you want it to be.

-Alice.
-Thank you for your courage.

-Alice.
-Thank you for your courage.

I am Dr. García del Olmo.

Alice!

Thank you for your courage.

I am Dr. García del Olmo.

Thank you for your courage.
Everything will be okay.

Darling.

Everything okay?

She opened her eyes!

Alicia.

Can you hear me?

Mommy, we're here.

Alicia, listen to me.

Hang in there, all right?

-I swear I'll get you out of here.
-Now you've seen her.

Let's go before they catch us here.

No.

It's okay. They'll take good care of her.

Let's go.

You need to stay with your little sister.
You can't leave her alone either.

Heliodoro.

Let's go, before they see us.

-Your husband isn't here.
-It was him.

It was…

it was him.

You went to see her again?

Yes.

-How is she?
-We need to get her out of the cage.

It's by order of the director.

-The treatment is excessive.
-I know.

You saw what happened with Del Olmo.

We clearly made a mistake.

What if there's an explanation?

What I made up the first day
ended up being true.

What do you mean?

Heliodoro planned it all
so that he could keep my money.

DEL OLMO FAMILY TRAGEDY

Only he could manipulate the newspaper

to make me believe
that García del Olmo was someone else.

When he signed, he knew what he was doing.

He was the only one who could hire someone
to pretend to be Del Olmo.

-That's too far-fetched.
-No, you were right.

Nobody killed Damián.

Your admission was authorized
by the provincial council.

Medically, it's all in order.

He must have had Donadío's help, Montse.

I bet he promised him a lot of money.

My money. What a wretch.

Donadío would have received
our telegram in Zurich.

-He hasn't contacted us.
-The perfect plan.

They'd lock me up here,
and the more I investigated

a crime that never occurred,
the crazier I would seem to everyone.

Starting with the director.

We need to tell Alvar.

He's a victim of this hoax. Like you.

Unless he was also involved.

That's going too far.

Do you think so?

That would explain his obsession
with discrediting Alicia's reasoning

and carrying out
such aggressive treatment.

Those are very serious accusations.
Do you have a way to prove them?

My bank accounts.

If the money is gone, it would explain
Heliodoro's sudden disappearance.

Let's call the bank.

They only give information in person.
I need to go there.

No. I got you out of the cage,

but only the medical board
can discharge you.

It's the only way, Montse.

If we track the money,
we'll get to Donadío, Heliodoro,

and Alvar too, I'm afraid.

What if tracking the money
doesn't lead to anything?

Then forgive me,

because it would mean
I really have gone insane.

Stay here. Don't do or say anything
until we get back, okay?

César, let's go.

Let's have look.

Okay. As soon as he wakes up,
move him to his usual cell.

All right.

And call his family.

Alicia de Almenara?

Is she in the treatment room?

Dr. Castell took her
from the treatment room this morning.

NATIONAL POLICE

Good afternoon.
I've come to file a police report.

I work at the psychiatric clinic.
We think a patient was lawfully kidnapped.

Excuse me?

MR. HELIODORO DE ALMENARA
THE AMOUNT OF TWO MILLION PESETAS

What the hell are you doing here?

What's this about?

Alicia's husband paid 20 times
more than usual for her private admission.

That was a financial incentive
to benefit the clinic.

Why's your name on the check?

I deposited the money
in the institution's accounts.

It's in the accounting records.

It's all above board.

He must be expecting something in return.

-What did you promise Heliodoro?
-Nothing.

I've never talked to Mr. Almenara before.

And if I had, I would have told him
that everything I've done is for his wife.

Her admission was conducted lawfully,
based on Dr. Donadío's assessment.

It doesn't matter at all what she says.

We admitted her
based on our responsibility to cure her.

That is our mission.

There's no place here
for those who have forgotten that.

Understood?

Where is she?

I took her to her cell.

Fine.

Now pack your things. You're fired.

I don't want to see you here again.

Find her.

Samuel Alvar.

Alicia de Almenara is not in her room.

No. She's going to try to escape.

Have you seen Alicia de Almenara?

Has anybody seen Alicia de Almenara?

Seen Alicia de Almenara?

Alicia de Almenara?

-You said her name is Alice Gould?
-Yes.

As I told you,
I work at the psychiatric hospital,

and we have reason to believe
that she has been lawfully kidnapped.

She needs to know her bank balance
to confirm her suspicions.

Unfounded suspicions.
All the paperwork is in order.

No, it's not.
Her husband has been missing for weeks.

But no one has reported it.
Not family or friends…

I'm doing it on her behalf.

Call the hospital to check, if you like.

Has anybody seen Alicia de Almenara?

Anyone seen Alicia de Almenara?

Alicia de Almenara?

You, have you seen Alicia de Almenara?

Have you seen Alicia de Almenara?

-Where did you see her?
-I've seen her.

-Where?
-In the toy workshop.

Since your patient
is legally incapacitated,

a report like this
must follow the official process.

You won't act
without Mr. Alvar's permission?

Superintendent, the autopsy results.

Perfect. Dr. Arellano was just leaving.

Excuse me? Sorry, sir,
but I told you that this case--

Right now, there are real crimes
the coroner and I need to investigate.

It's strange how a doctor would come here
to report something like that.

Tell Soto to call the Central Bank.

Anybody seen Alicia de Almenara?

Urquieta?

As far as I know, Alicia is in the cage.

She was seen running towards the workshop.

Don't trust what they say.

People are very crazy around here.

If anybody tries to help her,
they'll receive the same punishment.

We're not helping anybody here.

Thank you.

Thank you so much, Ignacio.

You're most welcome. What's happening?

I need to get out of here.

I need to get out,
or they'll finish me off.

Listen to me, please.

I need to get out of here,
but I need your help.

We'd like to help,
but it's impossible to get out.

No. I have a plan.

I have a plan.

But I need your help.

Yes? Sure?

Yes? Can I count on you?

Ignacio, I'll need your lighter.

PAINT THINNER

Hello?

Who let you in?

I got the keys from the storeroom.

It's clear her husband has left.
The house has been empty for a while.

Alicia was right.
She was tricked into being admitted.

Get back here as soon as you can.

There's a lot going on.

What's going on?

PRIVATE DETECTIVE

Go and get help. Run.

Hurry up, Ignacio.

Urquieta!

Stay calm. I'll call the doctor.

Fire! Let's go. Get out.

Fire!

Get out! Fire!

-Fire!
-Where?

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire! Let's go!

Fire!

Let's go. Fire!

Come on, hurry up, Remo.

Come on!

Fire!

Remo, it's all right.

Let's go!

Let's go. Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Fire!

Fire, let's go. Get out!

Fire!

Fire!

Get out! Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

-Get out of here!
-What are you doing here?

Get out! You'll all burn!

Get out!

RESTRICTED AREA

No!

Rómulo!

No!

Rómulo!

Ro…

Step aside!

Out of the way!

Get out!

Get out of there!

Get a move on!

Back to your cells!

Leave him.

Get out! Let the director through!

What are you doing here?

You're going to need
all hands on deck tonight, Samuel.

Inspector Soto,
Superintendent Ruiz de Pablos.

They called us about the death.

I'll take you to his cell.

Where are you going?

Excuse me. Can you let me in?

What?

I'm the coroner.

The superintendent and court official
are waiting for me to remove the corpse.

Didn't they tell you I was coming?
I'm the coroner.

Yes, sorry.

Excuse me!

They told me it was in the men's block.

Cell number 317.

Rómulo is the deceased's name, correct?

Could you tell me where that is, please?

I'm coming!

Whoever committed this crime
is one of those crooked lines.

What's the point
in initiating this whole process,

for them to inevitably
end up locked up in here again?

The missing patient
could cause problems for you, is that it?

Yes. And perhaps for you too.

Excuse me.

Yes?

All right.

The patient has turned up.

-How did she get here?
-How am I supposed to know?

-This isn't one of our cars.
-I know. Help me.

Wait.

Get her out.

It's not a patient or staff member.

-She's wearing our clothes.
-Then who the hell is she?

Her name is Lucía.

She's our coroner.

That's the coroner?

Arrest that woman right now.

I'm terribly sorry
for pretending to be your coroner,

but the situation called for it.

-Who are you?
-She's one of our most dangerous patients.

You can arrest me. I won't resist.

But you need to know something.

Don't listen to her.
She's very clever, and she'll trick you.

That's why you're here, Doctor.

I want to tell the truth,

which will explain not only my behavior,
but also… who committed this crime.

Do you know who murdered this boy?

Yes.

And I also know
who is responsible for what happened.

Me.

Yes?

I'm the coroner.

Where is Lucía?

She sent me instead.

I will begin inspecting the crime scene.

Nobody is to bother me, please.

Very well.

The first thing I noticed,
besides the multiple lacerations,

was the victim's sunken thorax
with several broken bones.

There's only one explanation
for these injuries.

The body was crushed
by a considerable weight.

There was no object like that in the cell.

We're not talking about something
but rather someone.

You see, a few weeks ago,
a patient attacked me and died.

What? Another death?

And you didn't inform the police?

One of the patients
that you questioned, Ignacio Urquieta,

confirmed it was an accident--

Urquieta lied to protect me.

After tonight's events,

there is only one theory.

That the victim defended me,

and his murderer witnessed it all.

Somebody big enough,
he could lift the victim effortlessly,

and crush his rib cage
with his own weight.

Rómulo!

With access to the murder weapon…

and above all, with a motive.

Such as?

Love.

Nothing drives a man crazier
than unrequited love.

Rómulo had taken the girl he loved

and snatched away his only friend here.

And that spurred him to act.

If you examine him, you'll find cuts
on his hands from the glass.

He must've cut himself when he killed him.

You think this theory makes sense?

Rómulo and Elephant Man
certainly did fight a lot.

Go and check it out.

Check if he has scratches
on his face or on his body.

There was a struggle.

The victim may have scratched him
while defending himself.

No, he didn't.

The only marks he'll have…

will be on his hands.

Come with me.

Show us your hands.

Everything happened exactly as she said.

Somebody explain what is going on.

I'm a trained detective.

I'm being detained here against my will.
Take me to the station. I'll explain.

Not without a medical discharge.

I'm to blame
for the death of an innocent man.

Rómulo would be alive
if I hadn't tried to escape.

Are you the patient
claiming to be kidnapped?

Nobody has been kidnapped here.

This afternoon, one of your doctors
came to the station to report it.

This particular patient
was admitted voluntarily

and on medical advice.

-What she says of her husband is untrue.
-No. Not all of it.

She told the truth about the money.

We looked into it,
and her husband emptied her accounts.

The transaction was possible

because the account holder
was legally incapacitated.

Look, I can't get you released,
but we can talk to the judge.

You are making a big mistake.

The mistake I made was listening to you.

Remember what you said?

Things that truly matter never change.

One of those things is a policeman's duty.

To uncover the truth.

If you'll come with us…

Yes, come with us,
and we'll take your statement.

Where is Arellano?

Here's the document I'm sending
to the council requesting your expulsion.

-We've all signed it.
-You don't have the authority to do that.

-I fired her a few hours ago.
-It's not officially recorded anywhere.

See you in tomorrow's meeting.

What meeting?

We're holding an emergency session.

To have Alice Gould discharged.

The next time this gate opens,

it will be to let you out.

Montse, can I ask you one last thing?

He had an anxiety attack,
so we brought him here as a precaution.

Can I be left alone with him?

-Yes.
-Thank you.

A horrible night, wasn't it?

I was so afraid.

For a moment, I thought that…

that I was losing you.

But I'm not afraid anymore
because I know you'll always protect me.

Like you've always protected your sister.

And your brother, Remo.

People might get you confused,
but a mother always recognizes her son.

What happened?

No.

Easy, Remo.

Stay calm. Let's go, Remo.

I'll be right back, okay? Stay here.

Fire!

It was my fault.

-No.
-Yes.

I should have been there.

No, darling. It wasn't your fault.

Will you stay with me?

I can't.

Please.

I belong on the outside.

But I'll come whenever I can.

Whenever I can.

Ready?

Look at those glasses.

You were right.
They were very old-fashioned.

They look great.

Thank you.

Will I see you again?

Aren't you tired of me?

See you at the meeting.

Please sit down.

Mrs. Alicia de Almenara,

are you aware
of the reason for this meeting?

To attend a trial.

We are psychiatric doctors here.
We do not pass sentences.

I never said
the sentence was for me, Doctor.

Tell me, Alice. How many times
have you lied to us since you came here?

Countless times.

Do you have a habit of lying?

No, Doctor.

In two months,
I've accumulated the lies of a lifetime.

I assure you that before this,
honesty was always my guiding principle.

As it is now, and as it will be
when I'm discharged.

While we are still waiting
for your husband to be located,

everything suggests
you were lawfully kidnapped,

and the victim of a scam plotted by him.

We found out this morning

he left for South Asia
with your money weeks ago.

Heliodoro left no loose ends.

Dr. Donadío conveniently disappeared
in Zurich,

and the fake García del Olmo
has disappeared into anonymity,

while I've been locked up here,
begging for my sanity.

The question is, what will you do?

For your discharge to take effect,
the board must reach a unanimous vote.

So in the end, my fate
remains in the hands of Dr. Alvar.

Indeed.

I am still the director,
so my vote is as valid as the others.

I'd like to appeal to your decency
to avoid any injustice, Doctor.

The diagnosis you gave me
was proven to be mistaken.

The only thing proven
was that your husband defrauded you.

But was it a sinister plan
to lock you up here?

Or did he do it
after you tried to kill him?

That's your resentment talking, Doctor.

Do you know what your problem is?

You cannot stand that your authority

has been challenged by a woman
who cast doubt on your practices.

Not only on me, but all your patients,

to the point of turning
this whole hospital against you.

If you oppose my discharge, it will show
your unprofessional vindictiveness,

which will do you no favors.

Believe me.

Do you know what you have demonstrated?

No, you tell me.

Your remarkable superiority complex.

The one that has led you
to psychoanalyze me,

and to try to end your husband's life.

You are a sick
and manipulative woman, Alicia.

And you're dangerous.

Even if nobody else
in this room seems to realize it.

But not to worry.
I won't be contradicting them.

Ladies and gentlemen,
for the sake of consistency and dignity,

and because I refuse to believe
that you have lost all good judgment,

I renounce my vote,
and I will trust in yours.

Are you sure?

The prestige of this institution
shall remain in your hands.

And all I ask is that if you do declare
Alicia de Almenara to be healthy,

that you destroy the letter
in which you discredit me

and request my expulsion

and replace it with this one.

It is addressed to the health minister.

He gave me the post, and I owe it to him.

In this letter, I offer my resignation
for personal reasons,

and I request that the medical board

be responsible
for electing a new director,

or electing you, in this case.

Any objections?

We accept your conditions.

Anything further before we vote?

Just let me point out
what you have lost sight of.

Trusting in clinical judgment.

In this case, the opinion of Dr. Donadío.

Do you remember
what he wrote in his letter?

Are you going to allow your diagnosis
to be based on the lies of a sick woman?

Think about it.

Let's proceed with the voting.

Answer "yes" or "no"
to the following question.

Should Alice Gould de Almenara
be declared mentally sane?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

This decision is the biggest mistake
that has ever been made.

I am only glad…

that it wasn't my responsibility.

I told you it was a trial.

But not mine.

The only thing I feel for you all

is deep disgust.

The board accepts your resignation.

You can go collect your things.

By the way,
Dr. Donadío called me last night.

As it turns out,
after the conference in Zurich,

he went on vacation with his wife.

There was no conspiracy.

Our telegrams simply didn't reach him.

I asked if he could come
and clear up this matter,

and he very kindly accepted.

Have a good afternoon.

Hello, Alice.

What mess have you got yourself into now?

Subtitle translation by: Elizabeth Broom
and Meredith Cannella