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THE COLLECTOR

We are all cursed.

- We are all cursed! - That's enough, Matías. That's enough.

- That's enough. - That's enough!

Come on, Matías.

Your turn, Gabi.

- Go on. - I'm going, don't be a pain.

Stop rushing me, dammit.

Time doesn't go by in this town. Who cares?

Don't mess with me!

If I'm jinxed, dammit, I had one left.

I'm going to get some fresh air, I hope my luck changes.

Wait, I'm leaving my goods.

Wait, I'll go with you Gabi.

- Abel... - I'm just joining him for a smoke.

I don't know, what's wrong?

It's dense in there, man.

Well, now you'll feel better, you'll see.

I don't know what we did in town before you arrived.

Drink liqueur.

Herb liqueur too.

We don't leave the world of herbs.

It's a farming town, you know.

If you want something new,

I have some sugar in the RV.

Sugar...?

Sugar?

Snow.

Heroin.

The good stuff.

Got it.

Don't you have to shoot it with a syringe in the vein?

You can smoke it.

You do it as you choose to.

- I don't know. - Go on, come, I'll show you.

- It scares me. - No. Let's go.

- Does that hurt or...? - No, dammit.

Let's see, it gives you high and you crash.

- I have to work tomorrow. - I'll give you very little.

Hey!

Where are you off to?

Gabi is going to show me something in the RV.

Get back in, come on, Abel.

It's all good,

see you tomorrow.

You'd better stay, it's late.

You know what happens with outsiders here.

I think Abel is a big boy, don't you?

What's the matter, João, are you jealous?

You can come too, I have enough for both of you.

See you tomorrow, João.

There is nothing to do. Are you okay?

- I'm in heaven. - Yeah.

Nature, peace and quiet...

- No one bothers me. - Sure.

A little cold, am I right? Nothing I can't solve with a blanket.

Hey, Gabi, I'm going back to the bar.

Come for a while and go back later.

I'm tired, it's cold,

I swear we'll have a great time together tomorrow.

Come with me, okay?

It's better for both of us, believe me, Gabi.

Hell no.

As you wish.

Annoying people.

Good evening.

I don't know you.

I haven't been in town for long.

Where are you staying?

Next to the open field.

Near the cemetery.

I like that place.

The cemetery?

Or the fields?

- Okay, good night. - Leaving already?

I'm a little tired.

Why don't you come to my house? The night it still young.

What will we do at your house?

See you later.

You live in an open field next to the cemetery

and you're afraid to join me?

Hey.

Fuck.

Follow me.

Are you on holiday?

More or less. I'm some sort of nomad.

Back and forth. Seasonal work.

In summer, I work vineyards; in winter, strawberries.

And in between, I make crafts with the hands God gave given me.

Is this one of your trinkets?

Do you like it?

You can have it.

I have something for you, too.

What is it?

Sit down.

Drink.

Don't you...?

Drink.

Cheers.

Hey, I'm going to get going...

I wanted to give you this.

What is this?

It's your diary.

I don't have a diary.

You know, I'm not a writer.

Relax, you don't have to write anything.

This diary has already been written.

Take it.

I'm going to leave. I'm going to the RV.

Dammit.

Fuck. Fuck.

Come on.

God.

I woke up with a fucking headache.

I don't remember returning to my RV

and, much less, how I've fallen asleep in bed.

I'm trying to remember.

Suddenly, I think I hear some voices.

What the fuck? People are laughing outside.

After several days on my own on this quiet ground,

apparently, someone is camping beside me.

Their arrival ended the silence I had enjoyed for weeks.

Damn it.

- Shall we take it better outside? - Okay.

Two sugars, right?

Neighbor!

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Have you had a snack yet?

Sit down and have a slice of cake, my wife made it.

Thank you, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

I have to return this to a...

To a woman.

You were with her last night and you want to see her again, rascal.

Would you like some cake?

My wife adds a surprise ingredient.

Let him be.

Can't you see it? He is in love.

- Run, run, run. Run! - Yes.

Run, run, before the little turtledove flies away.

Run, run, run, run, run.

Thank you. And welcome.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

I came to return your book.

Fuck, fuck.

Is anyone here?

Hello?

Fuck!

How disgusting, God!

God.

Who is there?

Hello?

Hello?

Where is she?

Fuck.

- Young man. - Fuck!

You startled me.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm Gabi.

Everyone calls me that.

Here you are, Gabi.

You will love it.

Later, you can tell my wife that you loved it.

It will make her so happy.

Where's your son?

Good afternoon.

Fuck.

I wish some Erasmus students had camped here, dammit.

Don't screw me.

Fuck.

Go, go, go, go!

Come on, that's it, that's it.

That's it.

After a few seconds,

a force pushed me to grab the book again.

I opened it on a random page.

And, in doing so, I have discovered that the worst was yet to come.

I had barely read a few lines

a chilling scream terrified me.

- Shut up, asshole. - No.

The devil is in this house.

- I won't tolerate this. - Mom.

I'm going to make a proper man out of you, if it's the last thing I do.

This behavior, Mateo...

- No! - You should not have been born.

No!

Don't you hear your father?

- On your knees! - He doesn't listen to anyone!

The fucking grandparents.

Dammit.

This smells amazing.

This family gives me the creeps.

I don't like their fake kindness nor their disturbing behavior.

However, the woman has good hand at baking

because the cake tastes great.

Shit.

They're teeth, how fucking gross!

- Get on your knees and shut up. - No, Mom...

- Don't look at me, you disgust me. - Please, Mom!

I'll make a man out of you,

even if it's the last thing I do.

You should not have been born.

Shut up. Look at me.

I told you to look at me!

Dad. Dad.

- Want me to hit you again? - No, Dad, no.

- Crybaby! - No, Mom. Mom, forgive me.

- Mom. - You are a...

- Shut up, asshole. - No.

- Mom! - You should not have been born.

No, no, no!

Mom!

Yes?

What is going on?

A bit loud.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you,

but my son is sick

and sometimes, he gets very violent and we have to calm him down.

And your wife?

Where is she?

Good evening.

- By the way, the cake you gave me... - You liked it.

I told you so.

My wife's recipe is unique.

You are crazy.

You are crazy!

Hello?

Who is there?

Hello?

Fuck. Okay.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Fucking bunch of nutjobs, they'll shit themselves.

They'll shit themselves.

I'm calling the police. I'll call and end this bullshit.

Open.

- Open, open! - Open up.

Here he is!

- No, please don't. - Come here.

No!

- Do not run! - Please!

Please!

Fuck.

This cannot be happening.

This can't fucking be happening.

Let's go, let's go. Let's go.

No, no! No, please!

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

Fuck.

Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch, what a trip.

Fuck.

It's fine. That's it, that's it.

That's it, that's it.

That's it. Fuck.

What's this shit?

Neighbor, good morning.

Neighbor?

Good.

Mateo!

Mateo, wait!

Mateo!

Wait, wait.

How are you?

What are you up to?

It's a nice day, huh?

The water must be freezing.

There may even be penguins.

Last night, I dreamed of you

and your parents.

In my dream, your parents beat you.

Your parents don't beat you, do they, Mateo?

You don't fool me.

- I don't understand you, Mateo. - I know who you are.

- You can't fool me! - Okay, okay.

- Relax. - You can't fool me!

- I've hated you forever. - I just want to talk.

- You know, you know! - There they are.

- Help. - You know.

- You know! - Calm down, son.

Mom and Dad are here and we love you very much.

We love you so much.

What happened? What have you done to my son?

He's such an innocent creature.

Hey!

I baked you a cake this morning. I set a slice aside for you.

- What teeth? What teeth? - Teeth, dammit. Teeth.

The cake was full of human teeth. I was spitting teeth, for fuck's sake.

Let's see, Gabi.

First, you said the son was decapitated, and now,

he was about to jump in the river.

Perhaps you're smoking too much these days.

No, dammit. I know it sounds crazy, but it's real.

I swear it's real.

- Then there's the diary. - What diary, what did you say?

The one given to me by that woman we met the other night.

- Remember? You went back to the bar. - Yes, I remember. Yes.

I went for a walk alone and I ran into her again.

She took me to her house or whatever that was.

She gave me a book.

Listen, Gabi. Listen to me.

- This place isn't for everyone. - Are you kicking me out of town?

No, dammit, no!

Just admit that you never liked me.

What the hell are you talking about? What are you saying?

You think I'm a junkie, that I make it all up.

I'll show you the book and you'll see.

We don't want to see it. Get rid of it.

I left my book by the river.

Gabi, listen to me.

Leave, forget the book and get out of here.

For your own good.

- Get out of the way. - Gabi.

Gab... Gabi!

Fuck!

What have you done?

What the hell is all this?

I'm just helping you open your eyes.

Helping?

Crazy!

You're crazy!

And your diary is cursed.

I may be crazy, but what you're reading is your diary.

Not mine.

I don't have a diary.

You still think you don't?

Look...

I'm not in the mood for stories or riddles

I don't know who you are or what you want,

but I'll tell you one thing. Leave me be.

Can you hear me?

Leave me be.

Good evening.

I believe this is yours.

Maybe.

You must have dropped it near the river.

Thank you.

We need one more.

What?

We need someone for the game.

We need to be four.

Otherwise, it is impossible.

Thank you very much.

- I am tired, I have work to do. - Now? No, man, no.

It's just a little while.

I can't, thank you.

My son wants to play.

You don't want to upset him.

Okay.

Come on, okay.

But only one hand.

One finger will suffice.

You'll see how fun it is.

Well, what are we playing?

Sacrifices.

Know that game?

No, I've never played "Sacrifices."

- It is very simple. - Very easy.

We all draw a card, whoever draws the lowest card loses.

Whoever loses twice... sacrifice.

Whoever loses four times dies.

- What do you mean, he dies? - Like in chess.

Or in Parcheesi. Death.

Check your cards.

We wouldn't want you saying we cheated.

You're the last one.

A ten.

That's a good start.

Another ten.

Now it's your turn, son.

Hey!

Don't you dare leaving my son in the middle of a game.

He can become uncontrollable.

You're last.

Somebody help me!

Help!

Help, please!

Please!

Somebody listen to me. Please help!

Please, please. Can anyone hear me?

Hey, what's up?

A married couple and their son want to kill me.

- They cut off my finger! - Come in.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Come. Olga! - What?

- Come. - What's up?

- I'll find something for you. - Please.

What happened?

I thought I was alone in town.

Okay, okay, calm down. It's going to be fine. Breathe.

I'm asking for help and no one is coming to help me.

- They cut off my finger. - It's all right.

- People are crazy. - Take it easy.

Come on, breathe, it's okay.

What do we do with him?

Help me, let's take him to the basement.

Help me.

Please.

He's awake, Dad. Hit him!

Ah, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Don't screw me.

Don't screw me.

What to do? What to do?

I'm out of here. I'm the fuck out of here.

Dammit.

Let's go. Not now.

Come on, fuck, come on.

Come on, goddammit!

Why are you here?

I've been here for a long time.

What are you talking about? How did you get in?

You locked me in.

Don't you remember?

I don't know who you are. I fucking told you.

You only know what you want to know.

But not me.

You don't fool me.

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no!

God, God.

"Suddenly, I remember everything.

That's him, Mateo.

The handicapped child I bullied at school.

The child who could no longer bear my humiliations

and ended up taking his own life

jumping into the river."

You are making a mistake.

You are making a mistake!

"From that day on, I was kicked out of school.

My parents disowned me and I became a wretch.

Only in drugs

did I begin to find a release

to forget and erase everything."

Mateo.

I didn't want that to happen.

Sorry. Sorry.

"And for a while I made it. I managed to forget what I did."

Please, forgive me.

"But our actions

haunt us for the rest of our lives.

And now my destiny has caught up with me

- to put an end to this nightmare." - To put an end to this nightmare.

To end my life.

Mateo.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Mateo.

No!