All language subtitles for Sexy.Killer,srt

Look who's here.

Bárbara.

l can't stand her.

With that slutty look of hers
and then pretends she's a virgin.

- l think she's nice.
- Let me tell you something.

She's sucked more dick
than you and me put together.

Speak for yourself.

Bye, girls.

See you in class, Bárbara.

What the fuck are you doing?

l only wanted to see naked girls!

Leave me alone!

Just kill me, man.

Don't make me run any more,
l'll have a heart attack.

Shit, my arm.

Bárbara?

Wait! Don't go in the changing room!

Wait!

lt's Santiago from Chemistry.

lt's a costume.
l'm not a murderer.

What a fright!

You're covered in blood.
Are you OK?

l'm wounded. l'll explain later.

We have to get out of here.

- He's hiding in your locker!
- ls he?

A fire extinguisher.
Open the locker and l'll hit him.

What's this doing here?

SEXY KlLLER
YOU'LL DlE FOR HER

Poor thing, you're going bald.

MlSSlNG

l'll take you for a walk.

- Bárbara Ruiz Mata?
- Yes.

Sign here, please.

Gorgeous!

What a cutie.

l'll call you...

...Jason!

Are you talkin' to me?

Are you talkin' to me?

Then who the hell else
are you talkin' to?

You talkin' to me? Yes or no?

Are you calling me trashy?

What do you think of this accessory?

Deadly cool.

What a cute costume.

What are you going as,
the bride of Frankenstein?

Girls!

Family planning.

Here.

No, thanks.

We don't use anything
that comes for free.

lt's, like, working class.

l'd take it
but l want to be a virgin bride.

Virgin?

Doing it from behind
doesn't count, does it?

- Bárbara might want them.
- No, thanks.

l already have protection.

Jason!

You must be freaking out.

Thought this would be
one of those horror films

where the killer
chases naked women?

Well, it isn't.

ln this one, l'm the boss.

Why do l kill?

What a moronic question.

Do l need to have a reason?

Ask the guy in Friday the 13th
if he has a reason to kill

and he'll slash your face
with his axe.

Fucking dog!

lt better not have dented the car,
fucking asshole.

l'll make you
shit your knickers, bitch!

See what l mean?

The question is not, ''Why?''

The question is, ''And why not?''

Fucking bitch!

Who's shitting his knickers now?

You have no idea who l am, do you?

My hand!

Wrong answer!

l'll tell you who l am

so that you see the mistake you made
when you killed my doggy.

Let's see. Where shall l start?

This is me at eight years of age.
Adorable, don't you think?

My mother taught me all l know.

Sweetie, remember it's never too soon
to start using anti-wrinkle cream.

OK, Mum.

Actually
What l really wanted to be

Was the real
Sindy Superstar

With three degrees
And blonde children

And a plastic surgeon
For a dad

My lovely husband
Handsome Glenn

Who will marry
Sindy Superstar?

Glenn?
Glenn is gay.

Glenn is not gay!

Sorry to burst your bubble
but everyone knows he's is gay.

How can you be so sure?

Look at his clothes,
more colourful than the Teletubbies.

He's too good looking
to be straight.

- Jesús is gorgeous and he's not gay.
- Yes, but...

- Never say never.
- l totally agree with that.

Got it!

Glenn is not gay
because he's had children with Sindy.

Artificial insemination.

With He-Man's semen.
Please...

And Sindy? Candy?
What are they, dykes?

Actually
What l really wanted to be

Glenn is not gay!

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

l'm a bit absent minded,
working too hard on this project.

Tomás, l'll give you a tip,
one grant holder to another.

- l was looking for you.
- When you get a research grant,

everyone spends the cash
having fun, on sex and booze.

They don't do shit.

l myself spend mine on drugs.

ls that Santiago?

MlSSlNG

- Yes. Didn't you know?
- Know what?

He disappeared last week.

Shit. l must get out more.

- What's this?
- You should come to the lab, Alex.

l discovered something important.

That's what happens when you research,
you discover things.

Relax, this is Spain.
Leave the discoveries to the Chinese.

María, guess where a man's G-spot is?

You won't believe it.

lgnore Alex.
He works at the Anatomical lnstitute

and thinks he's great.

No one knows how he got his degree.
Never opened a book in his life.

l'm working really hard
with my surgery scholarship.

l have a place for next year
in the Jorge A Romero lnstitute

as a plastic surgeon.

ln the Romero?
That's great.

Why don't we study Anatomy together?

Sure.

The truth is,
there was very little anatomy.

These young male monkeys'strategy
consists of...

Am l hurting you? lf l press your cervix
too hard, let me know, OK?

Their only objective
is to inseminate the female.

Are you lubricating?

Don't know.
Are you inside already?

...there's a greater probability
of reproduction.

lsn't it too small?

lf you want me to fake an orgasm,
let me know, OK?

Listen, could you please
not sweat so much?

You're dripping all over me.

Done? Yes?
ls it coming?

Are you coming?

You look like a total moron.

And then he fucking hit me.

Now l'm the one in a bad mood
and need to let off some steam.

For a clean and efficient murder
we need...

lnsulating tape.

A handkerchief.

And a plastic bag.

You can find them
in any decent kitchen.

Health warning:
Doing this at home

can provoke asphyxia, convulsions,
vomiting and death.

lf you don't believe us,
try it and stick it on YouTube.

Yes. l'm going to kill Ángel.

He's not a rapist or wife beater,
but he might be in the future.

As my mother used to say,
''Better safe than sorry.''

Cold.

Help!

Very cold.

Getting warmer.

Help!

Help!

Here you're getting warmer.

Do you smoke?

lt's not good for you, Ángel.

Very good.
Getting warmer and warmer.

Very hot.

Very hot.

Do you think l don't dare kill you?

Look, l'll give you a summary.

l was very busy the next day.

l killed the Dean.

His secretary.

l stuck the katana in her mouth.

A couple that was passing by.

l can't remember whether or not
l killed a fat guy.

No! l bet you didn't kill that one.

You look like a good person.

Thank you.

l'll get on with the story.

Eight victims and one killer.

That's the brutal record
that has for weeks...

The Campus Killer
has perpetrated hideous crimes...

The community is in mourning.
Once more, the university...

The disappearance of Jesús Nazaret
and María Gracia has been confirmed...

Where's the medical examiner?

- What have we got?
- Two bodies.

Suicide, male in his twenties,

jumps off the second floor
and falls on this one's neck.

Male, around fifty.

We are awaiting lD.

This poor man cushions the other's fall
and breaks his own neck.

He had a plastic bag on his head
and suffocated. He couldn't fail.

l must admit
he went through a lot of trouble.

Return to your classes.
Nothing to see here.

Thank you. Move along, please.

l'm the Faculty Dean.
What's going on here?

We think it's a suicide.

- We need...
- lbañez.

This is not a suicide.
lt looks like murder.

lt must be a mistake.
lt's clearly a suicide.

lt can't be. This university
is one of the safest in Europe.

l'm afraid
the medical examiner is here.

Dr Lehrmann, 54 years old.

Chief Forensic Surgeon
at the Anatomical lnstitute.

This is a good start.

lbañez, find a replacement.

Now!

Hello?

Speaking.

The police?

Really?

lf you're the police,
show me your baton.

Come on, Jesús, stop it.
l'm losing the signal.

Hello?

Tomás?

Alex!
Come on in.

Amazing or what?
Don't tell me this isn't amazing!

This isn't what we designed.

This can be used
for much more than you think.

What have you done?
The project was a migraine cure.

- The idea was a simple machine.
- lt is simple.

- And portable.
- Portable too.

OK, maybe not.

Relieving headaches
using small electrical discharges.

l've created a brain impulse decoder.

OK. Look.
This is the recording transmitter.

- Hang on. lt records what?
- Try it yourself. Come here.

- Here. Sit here.
- Please...

- Look. This...
- This, what?

- lt goes on your head.
- No way.

Put it on your head.

This sticks to your spinal cord

and connects your brain
to the receiver.

What? No way.

Don't fuck around.

Shut up.

Don't touch anything metallic.

lt amplifies brain impulses
and can give you a shock.

Great.

Eureka! We have contact.

ls that what l'm seeing?

lt's what your brain is processing.

Come on, where's the camera?

Think of something weird.

That's me.

You asked me to think
of something weird.

- You shagging is very weird.
- Very funny.

How do you know...?

That's amazing!

We could help solve
loads of mental problems with this.

Fuck, and...

Give it a rest, you bastard.

...to carry blood from the heart

and a third layer of connective tissue.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let me introduce you to the human heart.

As you can see, this person died
of an obstruction in...

BECOME A MOVlE KlLLER
RULE THE WORLD!

YOUR GAME CAN BE DEADLY

LETHAL FASHlON KlLLER

Keep still or l'll slit your throat.

When you're down, there's nothing better
than the Modern Woman's Bible.

Let's see what's in this season.

Pink jackets.

Yellow trench coats.

That's not bad.

Become a serial killer in ten days
and lose five kilos in the process.

Strangulation, 250 calories.

Biting someone's ear off, 120 calories.

69 ways to get rid
of those annoying corpses.

l love it.

Bárbara.

- Who are you talking to?
- The camera.

The camera.

We have to talk.

Class is over, have a good weekend.

You should talk to the psychologist.

- l'm not crazy.
- l'm not saying you are.

There will be no cameras here
as long as l'm Assistant Head.

Thanks very much.

Let's look at your grades in my office.

Am l boring you?

No, l'm having a great time.
A fucking brilliant time.

Will you stop banging my head!

Kill me, if you have the balls.
You crazy bitch.

Of course, Chief lnspector.
The pathologistjust came in.

He'll start the first autopsy
right away.

- Uncover the body for this idiot.
- Yes, sir.

We have a witness, Eduardo Zamora.

He's in hospital
but doesn't remember a thing.

This time with a katana.

Yes, Chief lnspector.

Fucking ball-busting arsehole.

Come here, Clarita.
Come to Daddy.

What shall l do with you?

- l got you a present.
- Did you?

- Give me a finger.
- This one OK?

l don't know why,
you've been a very naughty girl.

Me?

- l got you a present too.
- What?

Very tasty.

- You are so filthy.
- What are you going to do to me?

l'm going to have to smack you.

Don't you know hitting women
is a very ugly thing?

l'll have to teach you some manners,
naughty little wolf.

Now you'll learn the lesson.

- Do you like it?
- Punish me more.

Clara!

Clarita!

Punish me more, please.
Clara!

Don't worry. l'll find a stick
to spank you better.

Twinkle, twinkle
Little star...

How l wonder
What you are

Help!

Now l'll make every university student's
dream come true.

Clara! Clara!

Shit, the bitch can run.

Where are you hiding,
Red Riding Hood?

Surprise!

You feel sorry for her, don't you?

She cried so well, the bitch.

She didn't look so innocent
at her friend Ángel's funeral.

Come on, please!

Do any of you want to share anything
or say a few words?

l don't know the guy who died
and l'm very sorry, but...

ls there a final exam or not?
Some of us have studied for it.

Come on, please. That's enough.

l think Ángel's death
deserves an appropriate reaction.

We loved him very much
and we won't forget him.

So l propose that...

We throw a party!

lsn't that reason enough to kill them?

Well, a little bit.

Do you know what this reminds me of?
The end in Titanic.

Poor Leonardo DiCaprio.
Why did he have to die?

Not fair. Why him and not the fat girl?

Fucking bitch!

lf she'd jumped in the water
she'd have survived the cold.

The fat bitch was protected
by several layers of fat.

But who said life is fair, Clara?

What do you think of the knife?

Old fashioned, isn't it?

The good thing about fashion
is that it always comes back.

Special news report.
The Campus Killer.

There you have it.

Three more bodies
in the ancient St Reiminiano Chapel.

A place of pilgrimage near the campus,
now forever desecrated.

Ne, the exclusive inteiew
with the only suivor of this massacre,

duardo amora,
who remains in the university clinic.

Tell me, how do you feel knowing
that you could be dead and buried,

at this very moment?

ls it true that you were never
attacked by the killer

and this is all a plan to draw attention
to yoursel. This is very serious.

What are you saying,
that l have no iends?

Are you telling me l have no iends?

You'll be the ne one, do you hear?
The ne one

Keep recording.
Get it all.

lnteresting.

We have with us lnspector Rafael Villa,
in charge of the case.

ls it true you found Clara González's
body with her hands chopped off.

ven better, why don't you give us
a physical description,

a portrait of the murderer?

From the Anatomical lnstitute
Forensic Team's investigations,

l can tell you it's a man, male,
between 30 and 40 years of age.

- Very corpulent.
- That's it? But that could be you.

Fucking TV bitch.
She made me look like an idiot.

lf l caught you without the camera,
l'd fucking hit you till...

l loved the part when you talked about
the Anatomical lnstitute Forensic Team.

l guess that's him and me, right?

Don't piss me off, Alejandrito.

Alex. My name is Alex.

He cut the other girl's hands
with a saw knife, little by little.

Alex, hold this.

We don't know what's happened
to the hand, do we?

- Who are you?
- Tomás.

- How are you?
- For fuck's sake.

What a pity.

Yes, Chief lnspector.
Yes, sir.

- l'll be right there, sir.
- What are you laughing at?

- Chief lnspector.
- Not one word.

The TV interview was a disgrace.

Let's be clear, l don't like you.

Since you were assigned to my district,
l knew you'd be trouble.

Those drug dealers' deaths...

Think you can take the law
into your own hands?

That's called ''murder''!

- May l speak?
- l don't want any more deaths.

Not one, is that clear?

l'm afraid that won't be possible.

What?

You've fucked with me enough, arsehole.

Very well, go fuck yourself.

Don't worry. We'll pin this one
on the Campus Killer too.

Shot at point-blank range
in right leg.

Cause of death, six stab wounds
in the stomach and chest.

Fourteen centimetres deep.

One to the heart.

You won't believe this
but it's not the same murderer.

- Great.
- l've spent four hours dissecting him.

The angles of the wounds don't match.

This killer is stronger
than the first one.

The first one is left handed
and this one is right handed, l know.

He may be ambidextrous
and stronger with his right arm.

l don't want to argue,

l need to go home, shower
and have a rest.

Here's the report, l'm off.

You're going?
You're leaving me alone?

Wait, l'll call the inspector
and tell him about the two killers.

- Very good. Perfect.
- Great.

You love it, don't you, Speedy?
You naughty boy.

Tomás needs to loosen up.
Let's put him in the hands of a master.

- Hello?
- Bárbara?

- Who is it?
- lt's Tomás.

- Tomás who?
- The guy who...

- l was asleep.
- Asleep?

But it's only...

Two in the morning!
Shit, sorry.

l just wanted to say that l think
we really hit it off...

- You're the Frisbee guy.
- Do you want to meet?

- Shall we meet now?
- Now?

- Why not?
- OK.

Great.
Shall l give you my address?

8 Ramón y Cajal.

- See you, gorgeous.
- Kisses.

You're listening to Radio Madrid.
We have tons of things...

...enjoying the ne hours.

Attention

We have to interrupt our programme.

We've received a special news bulletin.

They found another body
related to the Campus Killer.

The Chief lnspector...

Son of a bitch!

Four hours dissecting that bastard
and they blame it on the Campus Killer.

Bunch of idiots.
Why do l bother to open them up?

The Campus Killer this,
the Campus Killer that...

You can't get rid
of this fucking smell of blood.

Of course l don't pull any girls,
l stink of dead bodies.

Shit, Bárbara!

l love that smell.

What are you doing here?
How did you get in?

Through the door.

Yeah, l mean...

You have two choices,

go on asking me stupid questions
or fuck me right now.

Sure, right, l'll fuck you then.

The guy on the radio,
did you do it by yourself?

The dead guy? Yes.

But it's only temporary.

When l tell girls what l do
they usually run away.

lt turns me on.
Tell me how you did it.

Ask me anything you want.

- ls it your first time?
- No, l've sliced up at least 20 or 30.

l'm like a machine with my scalpel.

Tell me what you do.

First l open them from top to bottom.

Then l take their organs out
little by little.

You're driving me crazy.
Fuck me.

- Shit.
- Don't open it.

l want you inside me now.

Tomás, l can hear groaning.

Turn that porn off,
stop wanking and open the door.

For fuck's sake. l swear l'll kill him.

Leave him to me.

l'll open it, OK?

- How about dinner tomorrow?
- OK. l'll pick you up at nine.

OK.

Hey, champ.

Can you tell me
why the fuck you're here?

Speedy González.

- He died.
- What?

You fucked up the best moment in my life
because a lab rat died?

- Fuck, Alex.
- Wait.

- There's an explanation.
- l was with Bárbara. Over there.

l was on top of Bárbara.

lf you'd come ten minutes later,
l'd have been inside Bárbara.

Leave the machine alone.
You're making me nervous.

l couldn't sleep
so l went over to the lab rats.

The first thing l saw was
Speedy González lying dead on the floor.

- How?
- l hope there is a point to this.

lmagine he's a victim.

We connect him to the machine
to know what he saw before he died.

- He's dead!
- The brain takes one hour to stop.

Did you read that on a beer mat?

There's brain activity after death
but only minimal.

The machine
won't be able to decode it.

- We can always stimulate his brain.
- What the fuck is that?

- Liquid Ecstasy, my own vintage.
- Shit, Alex!

- l need something after the grant!
- Stop. This makes no sense.

Aren't you listening?

Victims hold an image of the murderer
till the brain stops working.

We just have to get it out.

- Turn it on.
- OK.

We've got nothing so far.

- Relax. lt takes a while to get high.
- Play some acid house for him.

Shit!

Yes, sir! Speedy!

- Bastard. And that pill?
- lt's mine.

lt had to be yours.
No, Speedy!

What's happened?

l'll have to reboot the whole system.

We need to try this equipment
on humans in the lab.

Humans? Are you completely mad?
Forget it, no fucking way.

- ls tomorrow good for you?
- No, l'm meeting Bárbara.

Don't call me for any reason,
even if there's a meteorite coming...

So l'll call you if l need anything.

l'm serious.

l know you must be wondering,

what's a lovely girl like me
doing with a guy like him?

Apart from killing people,
we've got a lot in common.

l mean, he's not the typical
blabbering psychopath.

He has something different.

Excuse me,

since we have such a nice vibe
and you're telling me your stories,

could you move your leg?

lt's just that l can't breathe.
you know?

- Hello?
- l'm the Campus Killer.

First, l'll cut your throat
and take out your vocal cords. Then...

Fuck off

She hung up! What a bitch.

Let's see, next one.

- Hello?
- l'm the Campus Killer.

l'm going to gut you.

Oh, really?

lt's not funny if you are not scared.

My God!

l'm so scared.

Good. Let's play a game.

l'll ask you a question,
if you get it right, you live.

But if you get it wrong,
l'll cut your throat.

No. l can't think. l'm so scared.

lt's very easy, silly.

Tell me the name of the killer
in The Silence of the Lambs.

l don't know.
You're very bad, it's very difficult.

Come on, everyone knows.

l'll give you a clue,
it rhymes with ''cannibal''

and it starts with ''Ha''.

Hold on.

lf you're trying to tell me
that Hannibal Lecter is the killer

in The Silence of the Lambs,
you are very wrong.

l'm not falling for that one.

The true assassin in the film
is Buffalo Bill.

The poof who spends the whole film
with his dick tucked between his legs.

Do you also do that
in front of the mirror,

Alex?

How can you be so stupid to call me

pretending to be the Campus Killer?

- l am the killer.
- Go fuck yourself.

- Listen, Barbie-girl, this isn't funny.
- No, you listen to me, moron.

lf you hang up again,
l'll cut your belly open,

take out your intestines
and feed them to you until you choke.

Well, silence.

- That's more like it.
- Enough. This must be a joke.

Why don't you start hiding?

l'll be with you right away.

Hold on. Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

Where are you, Alex?

l promise if you come out,
l'll kill you quickly and painlessly.

You're pissing yourself with fright!
How cute.

Stop it! You can't be the killer!

Why not? Because l'm a girl?

Do you know something
about the world of serial killers?

lt's very sexist.

But that's over.

Stop. Don't come any closer!

l don't want to hurt you.
For fuck's sake, stop this game!

Don't make me use this knife!

Please, Alex. That's not a knife.

This is a knife.

OK. Hold on. Let's talk.

OK?

lt hurts more than in the movies,
doesn't it?

Now l'll make an incision
above your sixth rib,

l'll try to perforate your lungs
and cause internal bleeding.

By the way,

Glenn is not gay!

Bye, Alex.

Tomás! Tomás!

Well, tell me.

What are your plans?
What will you do when all this is over?

- What? The murders?
- No, l mean university.

l'd like to get married
and have two kids.

Be a housewife
for the rest of your life?

Of course not!
A housewife, hostess and singer.

Why are you studying medicine?

Because it's the best place
to meet my future husband.

- He'll be a plastic surgeon.
- Lucky him.

You've got a stain here.

Good evening.
lt's my pleasure to present you tonight

with the house speciality
for the last 100 years.

Port pheasant...

Oh dear.

Port pheasant flambé.

Damn. lt always happens.

Flambé port pheasant.

Take it away.

For God's sake.

For such an expensive place,
the waiters are a bit clumsy.

- You look gorgeous.
- Really?

l couldn't make my mind up between this
and a red dress l saw at Caprile's.

A woman with a terrible figure
took it away from me.

- The bitch.
- That one looks great on you.

Give me a second.
l'm going to the ladies' room.

How lovely.

- You're very brave, sweetie.
- What?

Who's that?

l'm saying not all women are brave
enough to vomit in a luxury restaurant.

You've just flushed 100 Euros
down the toilet.

- l wasn't vomiting. How dare you?
- Wait a second.

Don't you remember me?

That dress was perfect on me
and it looks shit on you.

Go away, please!

Look at it this way, you'll never have
to worry about your figure again.

Take it off,
l don't want blood stains on it.

Blood? You're crazy.
Someone open the door!

Me? No.

- But l'm going to kill you.
- Help, please!

Help me, please!

- Help!
- Please!

Help.

- lncredible. How did you do it?
- Remember the woman who stole it?

l just killed her in the bathroom.

You're something else.

By the way,
l'd like to see you in a tuxedo.

Can you do it?

Are you mad?

lf you do it,

you'll make me...

...very, very...

...horny.

How can l lend you my tuxedo?
l don't know you!

Of course you know me.
You're just like me.

Did everyone hate you at school?

Did they think you were weird?

- A nerd.
- A nerd!

That's it.
And what about women?

Were you in love with the girl
who liked the filthiest boy in class?

Why do girls like assholes?

l have a friend who is totally gay

and fucked all the girls at school
just to try it out.

- He was clean, smelt good...
- What an asshole. Not fair.

And l had to wank myself to death.

Like me.

Brother! Give me a hug.

Are you also a Trekkie?

Of course l am.

Yes, sir, Captain Kirk!

Did you see the girl
l'm having dinner with?

Gorgeous.
The prettiest girl in the world.

lf you lend me your tuxedo,
l might do it with her.

Otherwise, l'll lose
the chance of a lifetime.

Comrade, you can count on me!

You did it.

Where did you hide the nerd?

l left him there.
Where should l hide him?

- Let's go before they notice.
- Notice what?

What was l saying before
you interrupted me with that kiss?

The brain impulse decoder.

l told you how it works, right?

The concept is a lot simpler
than it sounds.

lt's about applying numbers
to each abstract thought.

Life is one.

Death is zero.

The stars are 001000, OK?

The brain works with binary codes.

- You're very weird.
- Yes. And you're not?

You know what?

When l look at the stars,
l feel very small.

Life is chaos, it's all shit.

We come into this world
sticky and covered in blood.

After that, it's over.

But that's life, Bárbara.
lt's like the stars, look.

They seem scattered without order
but there's a logic to everything.

Do you know why l like killing people?

But do tell me, my sexy psycho-killer.

To make them perfect.

They don't put on weight or sweat.
They're at peace.

We find balance in death.

You are a fucking weird girl.

lt's my mother.

Leave the damn picture alone.

That's its exact position
and l like everything in its place.

l just want things to be perfect.

ls that a crime?

Son of a bitch!

l didn't want to wake you.

You look so innocent when you sleep.

Got a call om the morgue.
l wonder what they want.

Shall we go to the class party?

Kisses.

Good morning.

Let me through, l work here.

Stop! Hold him back.

- My God!
- Relax.

- Who did it?
- Who it always is.

God! Tell me it's not true!

Take him down.

We need the number
for the pathologist on duty.

- Call HQ.
- Do you want to catch this bastard?

- Excuse me?
- Do you want to catch his killer?

Bring me a victim
who's been dead for less than two hours.

lf there's a minimum brain activity,
l'll show you the killer's face.

Sure, OK.

- So you haven't seen anything either?
- l haven't seen anything.

l see.

Yes?

l'm lnspector Villa,
l'm on the Campus Killer case.

- Look no further, l'm the killer.
- Sure, very funny.

You were seen entering the institute
around 8pm last night.

Did you notice anything
or anyone strange?

No.

Now you mention it, yes.
Please, come in.

- Really?
- Yes.

ldiot, you're taking ages to die.

What a fucking mess he's made of my car.

Die, you bastard!

Come on.

Hello?

We have a warm one.

- Another one?
- He died less than an hour ago.

- Fuck.
- lncredible.

Leave him there.

Shit!

Let's do it, lnspector.
Let's see if you remember anything.

lf a mouse can do it, so can you.

Shit. lt had to be on the head!
l hope the injuries aren't too bad.

Here we go.

Just a little prick.

Don't look at me like that,
it won't hurt.

Come on.

Come on, remember.

Yes, yes, yes!

That's it, very good.

Show me the killer's face.

Damn it.

- Shit!
- My head.

What have you done to me?

You're dead.
Let me take your pulse.

l may be dead but l'm not stupid.

You revived me.
l want to know how!

Wake up, for fuck's sake!

Do you remember dying?

That bastard killed me
and l can't remember his face!

- Take it easy.
- Listen.

Whatever you did to me,
do it to the others too.

What others?
Don't point the gun at me.

What others?

One of these fuckers
must have seen the killer's face.

No, wait. Let's see...

lt may not work again.
They've been dead a long time.

Don't point that thing at me!

And what if it works,
if they come back?

Hi, Clara.

You lot are scaring her.
Go away, nothing to see.

Anyone else, lnspector?

So the fucking decoder
also revives the dead.

Yeah. As you can see.

Come on, what the fuck...?

- lt works too fucking well.
- lndeed.

Shit. l can't taste this coffee.

Alex, there's more bad news.

lt must be pretty fucking bad
after the week l've had.

Have you seen the cage?

Shit! Speedy!

You also came back from the grave.
And you've grown.

- And the other rats?
- He ate them.

- That's the bad news?
- Yes.

As time goes by, the brain stops...

As time goes by,
the brain stops functioning properly.

Then, l don't know...

The only thing left
is the animal instinct.

- But Speedy is a mouse.
- Yes.

- An animal.
- Yes.

The human brain is more complex, so...

The inspector has taken
to reviving the dead.

He's convinced one will remember
the killer's face.

We've revived 20 or 30 already.

- Where are they?
- Huh?

There aren't that many here.

Hey, where are you going?

- To the party.
- What party?

You just can't go around
reviving the dead just like that!

Forgive me, Alex. No offence.

Bárbara, shit!

l'd forgotten. What time is it?
She must be at the party.

- l'll go and get her.
- No, you need to know.

- What about Bárbara?
- Who's that?

Fuck.
Promise you'll stay here.

l'm not losing it.

Shit, what a headache!

l got you!

You're an arsehole.

Be careful.

The coffee.

Well, so that's the story so far.

Tell me, what shall l do with you now?

The cool thing would be to let me live.

Why bother killing another one?

lf you kill too many people,
it will get boring, won't it?

lt would be really original
if you spare my life.

The audience won't expect that.

That would be really cool.
Like killing, but the other way around.

l pardon you.

Shit, that's great.

Fuck.

Excuse me.

Could you...

...take this...

Where are you going?

Don't leave me like this.

Fucking hell.

Fucking bitch!
Don't leave me here like this!

Go fuck yourself, bitch!

l think l changed my mind.

l'm going to get lost.
Where the hell was this house?

María!

What's happened?
What are you doing?

What a great costume!

- A bit casual but...
- Have you seen Bárbara?

- She may be in the living room...
- Thanks.

- Have you seen Bárbara?
- No, but l can cut your head off...

Leave me alone.

- Have you seen Bárbara?
- What was the Campus Killer like?

- Fuck off!
- Like a wardrobe.

- What happened?
- Never mind. Tell you later.

l can't stand those two girls.
Let's flay them alive.

Wait. There's no time to explain.
l'll tell you later.

We must get out!

OK. l'll get my coat.

Be quick!

Look at those guys.

Just look at them.
Great costumes!

- Freaks, the party is here!
- Over here!

Fucking brilliant!

- They're going to the party.
- They're coming for you.

Come here, gorgeous.

Look at her,
she's coming for your neck!

Get out of the way!

Quiet! Listen!

Listen!

Quiet, please!
Fucking listen!

Listen! Listen!

l've got something really important
to tell you, so listen very carefully.

- You shot the ceiling, man!
- Shut your face, fucking snob!

The bad news is there's
a bunch of thirsty zombies out there.

l'm the only zombie here.
That's why l have a knife in my head.

Shut up! Do you think l'm joking?

Have you got crucifixes and stuff
to kill them with?

l said zombies, not vampires, you moron!

The good news is if we give them
what they want, they won't hurt us.

They want the Campus Killer.
lf they get him, they'll leave us alone.

ln a nutshell,
the Campus Killer is in here?

- ln a nutshell, yeah.
- And you think that's good news?

What are you on, man?

Come on! Open the door.
More music! Enjoy the party!

Very good, man!

Stop running! Don't run!

lf we stay still,
they won't do anything to us!

Block the door, damn it!

Tomás, no!

Let's take it easy.
We are all very pissed off.

This is no way to deal with things!

l understand your reasons
for being pissed off.

- What's going on?
- You won't believe it.

Remember the brain impulse decoder?
lt revives the dead.

lmpossible.

Yeah, let's talk to them nicely!

Where did you get those guns?

l'm talking nicely, no need to argue.
lt's good to talk.

Looking for a fight?

Let's party!

Let go of me!

Shit.

Tomás, are you OK?

l've been better. Look at my hand.

They're getting up again!

They're zombies.
Have you never seen a zombie film?

What do you have to do
to kill these things?

They hate fire. Burn them alive!

l left my flame-thrower at home.
Any other way?

Try shooting them in the head,
l don't know!

Hold them off!
Bastards! l'll get them all.

Hold them off!

Alex!

No, don't do it!

He was by the window...

- They've eaten him!
- They'll eat us too!

ln here!

Relax, OK?

lt's just a few fucking hungry corpses.

But did you see Alex?
My God!

This is all too much. l need to think.

What the hell is that?

lt's coming from in there.

Calm down, OK?

Above all, don't scream.

lt's a joke!

Of course it is!

lt's the secret camera show
where they play tricks on celebrities!

The arrogant bitch!

Where are the cameras?
Where are they?

You've done a fantastic job
of hiding them, l can't see any.

Guys! Come on out now!

l can't die like this,
l'm Marisa Fitzgerald Stevens!

Will you shut your mouth?

Now is the time to scream, sweetie...

Bárbara, what are you doing?

No!

What have you done?
Why did you do that?

- She was a real pain.
- l can't believe it!

- What have you done?
- She was getting on my nerves!

- But you killed her!
- You don't say.

Did you kill all those people?

ln theory, yes,
but now l have to kill them again.

Fuck, fuck!
You killed Alex?

Tomás, why are you so surprised?

You killed the inspector
and that guy at the restaurant.

You're no angel yourself.

l was talking
about my work in forensics.

- l never killed anyone.
- What?

l'm not a killer.

What are you then?

Don't say anything.

l thought we were kindred spirits.
Why didn't l realise?

l went to bed with you!
A freak!

Wait a minute!

You're a serial killer.
lf anyone is a freak, it's you!

- Really? You know what?
- What?

lf you weren't such a good shag
l'd have already shot you.

Well, you know...
Thanks.

That's all we needed.
l think l've got a lighter here.

Bárbara, why did you do it?

Know the story
of the frog and the scorpion?

- No and l'm not in the mood.
- Listen.

A scorpion that wanted to cross a river
said to a frog,

''Carry me on your back.''

''lf l do that,
you'll sting me and l'll die.''

Not now, please...

ln the middle of the river,
the scorpion stung the frog.

The frog felt the poison
spreading through its body

and, while it drowned,
it shouted to the scorpion,

''Why did you do that?''

Oh, yes.
Some guys think with their dicks.

lt's me.

Alex, shut up!

Here!

How many times did we see
The vil Dead?

You come to me now all sweet,
saying, ''Hey, l'm your friend.''

Sorry, Alex.
l'm not falling for that one.

What the fuck did you give me?

- There's only one way out.
- No way.

There's no time. Justjump!

You can't point a gun at me
every time we argue.

lt's a bit too violent.

Tomás, jump!

Tomás, answer me!

Don't leave me.

What's wrong?
Doesn't your tool work?

Go ahead, son of a bitch!

Die, you bastard!

Bárbara, don't worry.
Everything will be OK.

We'll both get out of here.

l'm a good mechanic,
l could work in a garage.

Earn money, lots of money.

l could buy you a beautiful house
and we could have many kids.

As many as you want.

What have you done?

Why?

Do you know what the scorpion
said to the frog?

''l'm sorry.''

''l can't help it.''

''lt's in my nature.''