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Five, four... Three more.

Two more. One.

Come on. Breathe.

Three more. Don't forget to breathe.

Keep it up.

Arms up.

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS.

- One more. Right.
- No, Marce!

- Don't switch to the Wednesday class.
- Left. Your favorite exercise.

- Let's do it. The bicycle.
- Oh no. Oh my God.

- Pili!
- What?

Can you get the door?

Cata! Please!

No, you get it! It's good exercise!

- Breathe.
- You can't even stand up?

- I'm too lazy to go to the door.
- Laziness will be the death of you.

One more. You can do it.

Now breathe.

Three, two...

Don't forget to breathe.

Hold it.

- Hold your abdomen.
- Catalina?

- Firm.
- What's going on?

Marcela! Someone's trying to kill me!

AFTERNOON OF THE MASSACRE

- Marcela!
- Don't give up.

One more.

One more. Don't give up.

Don't forget to breathe.

Officer, this son of a bitch
has been bringing criminals into my house.

- That's not true, officer.
- Not true?

Now are you going to deny
that you were friends with that murderer

from the restaurant massacre?

Well?

- We studied together.
- "Studied together"?

- That guy was here all the time.
- I lent him books.

They'd be holed up in his room,
doing God knows what.

- But we weren't friends.
- Let me search you.

- Weren't friends...
- Hands up.

Search him thoroughly.
He's probably armed.

ID. Quickly.

- You're coming with us.
- No, wait.

One minute, please.

What is he accused of?

Stay out of this,
you stupid woman! Really!

No, take him away.

What's it to you?

Indira Quinchía.

Psychologist and forensic expert.

I work for Agent Mario Polanía

of the Investigation, Judicial Police,
and Criminal Statistics Division.

Fourth floor, extension 234.

No?

Can you explain what happened?

Two thugs broke into his room
and started shooting at each other.

One must've been wounded
because they left this trail of blood.

And one of them
was your friend, the guerrilla.

Sir, I honestly don't know
what she's talking about.

- No?
- I have no idea.

I'll handle this.

- No, ma'am.
- What?

- We received the report.
- Look.

Come here, brother. Careful of the blood.

The thing is, I'm working on
a very important case with this man.

He's a protected witness.

Do you understand?

But still,

go ahead and call my boss.

That's best, right?

Hey, do you have a phone he can use?

There's one upstairs.
If you have coins, go ahead.

Thank you.

Nobody move.

Hello.

Agent Gómez speaking.

Please can you put me through
to the fourth floor, extension 234.

I need to perform a check
on one Indira Quinchía,

who says she works with Agent Polanía.

Yes?

Understood.

Confirmed.

She works for Agent Polanía.

We'll leave this to her.

- What?
- Let's go.

Are you serious?

You can't just leave me to deal with this!

Sons of bitches!

- They came looking for something.
- They robbed me.

What?

My stuff.

What stuff?

My stuff. My stories.

Look, León.

I'm fed up, okay?

Tell me the truth,

or I'll hand you over
to the fucking cops myself.

Who's following you,
and what are they looking for?

You should know.

You're the one who works with the police.
You've been lying the whole time.

I don't work with the police.

I used to work with them, but not anymore.

Now I help Polanía from time to time,
off the books.

A snitch.

No. A specialist.

What's this?

A nine-millimeter, maybe?

Yes, it's a nine-millimeter,
and the casing is Colombian.

This is secret police.

They didn't come together.

And things didn't go so well
for one of them.

I know who can tell us what happened here.

Tell Jaime that León is looking for him
and to call me on this number when he can.

21-42-15. Tell him it's urgent, please.

Thank you.

Now we wait.

I don't know how long it will take.

So the angry old lady was right.
You do have a guerrilla friend.

I really have no idea
what you're talking about.

I don't know anything about that.

Your friends are lucky.

You're very loyal.

Are you speaking as a psychologist,

or was that a lie
like the one about being a journalist?

I was telling the truth.

I'm a psychologist
who wants her job in forensics back.

That's why I need you.

To help me understand Salgado.

I have a feeling that guy is

a special case.

A new type of killer.

If I can prove that and find out more,

they'll realize they made a mistake
when they fired me.

Why did they fire you?

A personal matter.

Want a coffee?

Thanks.

You can sleep in here.

It's my son's room.

- When will he be back?
- He won't be.

He lives with his dad.

The days leading up to Salgado's death
are key to understanding him.

I don't know what he did in his final days
because I can't remember them.

I suffer from blackouts
and dissociative amnesia.

I imagine I don't need
to explain that to you.

You really don't remember anything?

Interesting.

Well, there's always some kind of event
that triggers the dissociation.

It could be...

I don't know, heightened stress levels,
a new trauma.

What is it for you?

Help me, Indira.

You're a psychologist.

Help me solve this puzzle,

and I swear I'll help you
understand Jeremías.

- You can't lie to me again.
- Neither can you.

But if I find out you had anything
to do with what your friend did--

I'll turn myself in.

Hello?

When?

All right. Got it.

No, got it, brother. Yeah. Thanks.

All right. Perfect. We'll talk later. Bye.

That was Polanía.

I know where
your friend Jeremías's body is.

55 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

Reinforcing a traumatic experience

is the only effective way

to anchor mental suggestion.

Any other technique

is easily rejected

by the subject's conscious mind...

Oh, Pili. No more, please.
I can't take it.

Don't be so lazy!

No, Pili. No more.

Twenty minutes of aerobics,
then breakfast.

- No, let's have breakfast first.
- No, we'd be wasting...

What happened?

No.

Look.

All our clothes.

My things.

Look.

There can be no horror without innocence,

just as there can be no good without evil

or truth without secrets.

After 100 years, we're still celebrating

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

because it presented us
with our deepest fear.

Having a side of ourselves
that we can't control.

Stevenson had unknowingly anticipated

Freud's theories of psychoanalysis
and the unconscious.

"The cruelest lies

are often told in silence."

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, bro.

- Congratulate me.
- What for?

I'm giving the keynote speech
at the event.

I'll be representing
our beloved alma mater

during Stevenson Week.

Congratulations.

Thank you, but there's more.

Another spot in the schedule opened up,
and I mentioned to the committee

that you wrote a very good analysis
of the origins of duality.

Vidal said if you submit it quickly,

they can consider it for inclusion.

You told them about my work?

Of course, man. It's great.

- Shall we celebrate?
- I can't.

I need to revise the essay
before I submit it.

Oh, man, then I shouldn't
have said anything. Wait.

This is for you.

I'm trying to rebuild my collection,
but I saw it and thought,

"It's perfect for Jeremías."

THE PARK IS MINE

Thank you.

I wrote a dedication.

When a clever man
turns his brain to crime,

it is the worst of all."

A gift for a friend.

Thank you.

What about you? Don't you have work to do?

- No, I've submitted everything.
- Will you keep investigating Ocampo?

No.

No, I think I'll leave it,
but thanks for the information.

I understand.

Sometimes

it's not easy

to know what to do with the truth.

Let's talk later.

They have parties here all the time.

There's always people coming and going,
different boyfriends.

Any one of them could easily be a thief.

How can you be sure they're not? But no!

Of course the perpetrator is my son.

Look, ma'am.

Whoever broke into our apartment
must live in the building.

The lock wasn't even forced.

They didn't rob us.
You know what they did?

They messed with our underwear.

- Our makeup.
- Everything!

And your son has made
ten complaints about noise.

He made one. I made the other nine.

Well, your son gives us really weird looks
every time we see him out here.

And that makes him guilty?

The truth is, Doña Carmenza is right.

There isn't a shred of evidence
to accuse Jeremías of anything.

- Of course there is.
- Come on!

In fact, ladies,
I'm giving you this formal notice

from building management

requesting that you keep the noise down.

If you don't, you'll receive a fine.

No.

It's me. Sorry to interrupt.

Those neighbors downstairs
are such tramps.

But it's better if you stay out of things
that don't concern you.

I know you very well.

- What are you talking about?
- It's better to go unnoticed.

Not everyone is meant to stand out.

Would you like a coffee?

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm just really hot.

You're used to sleeping alone,

and I'm like a heater.

Go back to sleep.

I can't.

Why not?

I'm hungry.

It's like we're camping. I love it.

The only problem is
that I don't have a can opener.

I think a friend stole mine.

But crackers?
Let's have some crackers, wine.

Let's see.

Ever since I was

six years old, my dad

used to take my brother and me camping.

He would be very proud of me.

I'm very proud of you too.

When was it that your dad died?

A year and seven months ago.

I'm sorry.

- I'm studying anthropology because of him.
- How's your mom?

She remarried, to his best friend.

I see.

We're quick to recover,
as my dad would say.

Is that a warning?

Am I going to have to recover
from something?

Listen, I'm giving the keynote speech
for the Stevenson centenary,

and, obviously, you're very much invited.

I'll be talking about
the duality of the self,

about the monster we all have inside us.

And how do you kill a monster?

You don't kill it. You tame it.

Did you lose something?

I was looking for an address.

Why don't you just look there?

Yes, that's the number, but...

but I was looking at the house,
and this isn't the right one.

Because I'm looking
for the González family.

We're the Ocampo family.

I must have the address wrong.

Do you have a lighter?

You smell like cigarettes.

Are you okay?

Shouldn't you be at school?

I love collecting flowers,

especially rare ones,

but they're hard to find.

You like flowers?

Do you like them?

Yeah.

Can you keep a secret?

Promise?

I promise.

I collect flowers.

This is a secret book.

Don't tell anyone I showed it to you.

Look.

I collect flowers with Don Augusto.

It's very hard to find them,
so Don Augusto helps me.

Look, he found this one. It's my favorite.

Who's Don Augusto?

The school gardener.

He gave me the cigarette.

Sometimes we go out to look for flowers,
and he buys me ice cream.

What school do you go to?

Look. The Institute for Special Thinking.

Teresa Ocampo, seventh grade, class 3B.

Phone number 45-33-24.

You know what?
I think it's best if you go home.

Sometimes it's best
to do what your parents say.

- Don't you want to look?
- No, let's go.

Let's go.

Do you live near here?

- No, I live far away.
- So why are you here?

Don't give me that! Where is my daughter?

Why did you leave her on her own?

I didn't realize.

I think you should go.
They're waiting for you.

- They must be worried.
- I'm going to get told off.

What's your name?

Camilo.

- You were supposed to be watching her.
- Teresa.

- Goddamn!
- I didn't realize.

- What do you mean?
- You shouldn't talk to strangers.

No, I swear, I didn't realize.
We were all right there.

- She's your responsibility!
- If something happens...

Go and find her, damn it.

Go and look for her!

- Go and find her.
- Teresa!

Honey!

Where were you?

You don't know how worried I've been.

What's wrong with my proposal? Tell me.

I didn't say anything was wrong with it.

It's fiction.

It's backed up by evidence.
I've been working on this for years.

I can tell.

Your theory about Conan Doyle's
double life is very interesting,

but it's all speculation.

You were interested in the topic in class.

Salgado...

it's one thing talking in my classroom,

where anything goes.

That's how I like it.

But it's another thing entirely

to present a paper
at the Stevenson centenary.

Besides, it's about Stevenson, not Doyle.

Stevenson and Doyle have a lot in common.

I'm sorry.

I hope you understand.

Professor.

You know this is the best time
to present my theory to the world.

Look, I admire your obsession

with Conan Doyle and Jack the Ripper,

but I'm sorry, man.

It's not for this event.

"We regret to inform you
that your book, Nocturnal Stories,

will not be included
in our publishing schedule."

Just like that.

Simple.

In other words, the world doesn't need
any more bad literature.

That's the fifth publisher
to turn it down.

What if I never write anything of value?

If I'm not a writer, then what am I?

The son of a madman?

The son of a man
who let himself be defeated?

Who gave up.

A man who no longer wants to be a father.

Who left Mom on her own.

Look at me.

Hey.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Camilo, what are you doing?

34 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

You really dressed the part today.

I told you to bring appropriate shoes.

Yeah, but my speech is at 2:00 p.m.
I might not have time to change.

We should have canceled today's session.

Today's Crimes Club session
is very important.

It's fieldwork. That's why we're here.

Carry this.

Don't open it until I say so.

Whatever you say, Captain.

Staff Sergeant.

Follow me.

There's nothing better on an important day

than walking in the mountains.

It's the best way
to learn to control your nerves.

Jeremías, what have you got in this bag?

Jeremías, just to warn you,

we need to be back in three hours
to have enough time without rushing.

Hold on.

Come on, Jeremías. Wait a minute.

Are you sure you know where we're going?

I've been coming here
three times a week for years.

- I didn't know you liked hiking.
- I don't hike.

I train.

I have to be ready
for when I get called up again.

To where?

To war.

A comrade never falls behind.

A comrade shows compassion for others.

What war did you fight in?

Thirteen years as an active-duty officer.
Two tours in Vietnam.

US Special Forces.

Now I'm a reservist.

So why are you here?

After my decoration,
I had to come back here.

But I'm going to go back.

This is not my country.

- All right, let's go.
- No, come on. Wait a moment.

Let me catch my breath.

Besides, shouldn't we be heading back?

If we were at war, we'd be dead by now.

Well, thankfully, we're not at war.

This country has no other way out, León.

People are afraid of violence,

but it's the quickest path
to transformation.

I'd prefer to steer clear of war.

The only lesson that's worth learning
is how to defend yourself, León.

There are difficult times ahead.

Where exactly are we going?

If you want to be on time for your speech,
you'd better pick up the pace.

Down there, everyone's asleep.

They think they're awake,
but they're fast asleep.

Did you have to kill anyone in Vietnam?

In war, casualties are strategic.

Do you really want to go back there?
What if there's another war?

The world is always at war, León.

Everything else is just fiction,
to help us sleep at night.

To distract us.

People keep getting up every morning

and living their miserable lives,

convinced that those lives are meaningful.

Not everyone was born
to be a soldier, Jeremías.

That's why someone
has to step up for the cause.

The blood spilled by a soldier's bravery
purifies the cowards.

Come on. I have to go.

No, sir.

The lesson isn't over yet.

- Come on! I have to go.
- Stop!

I said the lesson isn't over.

No, if you're going to be like that,
you can take this. I give up.

Sergeant.

The stupid stuff Jeremías comes up with.

This was such a dumb idea. Fucking idiot.

I'm an idiot for listening to him.
Fucking idiot.

Wow, you came prepared.

It's the keynote speech.

Do you really like León?

Yes.

I'm glad.

Lately I feel like he needs some light
in his life.

Can I ask you something?

Why did you and León break up?

We broke up

because we were a disaster.

It got to the point
where we were partying so much,

we were doing each other
more harm than good.

Then we went about six months
without talking to each other

until I told him that enough was enough,
that we should stop this nonsense

and go back to being
what we were always meant to be,

which is friends.

The rest was just a reason
to find each other.

He has a very good heart, León.

Where is he?

What a cutie.

- Are you lost?
- No, I'm here with a friend.

Who's this sweetheart?

- Cutie's lost.
- Why are you out here all alone?

- Out for a hike?
- No, he says he's with a friend.

What's your friend called?

Jeremías!

Jeremías!

Jeremías!

Jeremías!

Jeremías!

Jeremías!

No, buddy. There's no one out here.

We'd better walk with you. It's dangerous.

Go on.

Come on, buddy. It's okay.

What's your name?

Don't worry--

Motherfucker. What's your problem, faggot?

Want me to kill you, asshole?

You know what?
Give us everything you've got.

Didn't you hear me, dumbass?

I'm not asking for donations, dumbass.

- Am I?
- No.

This asshole. Rich faggot.

- Take off the jacket.
- Yes.

Son of a bitch! New sneakers.

Vidal, look at the time.
Your enfant terrible still isn't here.

Don't worry, Dr. Bonilla. He'll be here.

I don't understand you, Vidal.
Why do you have such faith in this León?

"Hope lives in the heart of a man

as long as there is life."

I have life, and I have a lot of hope.

Very well, professor.

Here's another from Stevenson.

"Perseverance is the genius
of infinite resistance."

There's plenty of talent.
What's lacking is discipline, professor.

Take off your clothes, asshole.

- I already gave you everything.
- Are you listening?

- Take off your clothes!
- I already--

- Want to get yourself killed?
- Take them off.

- All right, I'll take them off.
- Good.

Nice! You're a skinny motherfucker!

You wanted a show, didn't you, faggot?

- You know it, man.
- And your trousers, faggot.

- Look.
- This motherfucker!

- Motherfucker.
- Do you want to die?

Do you want to die?

- Are we friends or not? Are we friends?
- Yes.

When I say "take it all off,"
you take it all off.

All of it, faggot. Quickly.

- No.
- Let's see.

- Oh my God.
- Stand up, baby.

Stand up!

Fucking faggot.

Look.

Very nice.

- Let's go, honey.
- Go ahead, baby. Go on.

Have you calmed down?

Due to circumstances beyond our control,

we have been prevented
from starting on time.

The person who was chosen
to give this speech,

for some reason, which I hope is valid,

has not yet made it to the auditorium.

Without further ado,

over to you, Dr. Bonilla.

- Hurry up, honey.
- Come on, baby.

- No crying, motherfucker.
- What?

What is it, asshole? What?

On the ground.

Buddy, it's not what it looks like.

We accompany our brother Jeremías Salgado

on his journey to eternal rest.

This man,

who will be judged on Earth
for his actions,

will surely be forgiven by God.

7 DAYS AFTER THE MASSACRE

Let us pray for the soul of this prophet,

who came to give us yet another sign

that the apocalypse draws near.

This world

is still too blind to realize

that men like him are necessary

for the daunting task
of foretelling the dark night ahead.

We pray that his tormented soul
will find peace in the hereafter.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

- Should we call the police?
- What police, León?

The law is different here.

You were spared today because I was here.

- Shoot them.
- Don't listen to him!

He's crazy, man!

Sweetheart...

Don't listen to him.

No, cutie. Don't listen to him.

They're disposable. They're no one.
They don't deserve anything.

They're a plague,
and a plague must be cleansed.

Look at me, León.

This is the real battlefield.

Out here,
it's all about life-and-death decisions.

Do you understand?

Shoot them.

Shoot them!

Don't listen to him!

No, cutie! No!

Please!

No!

Subtitle translation by: Rob Bell