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THE MORTIMERS

WELCOME, GABRIEL THE MORTIMERS

Hi, are you okay?

No, no, thank you.

I'm Gabrielle.

Welcome, Gabriel.

How nice!

We'll treat you with great respect here.

We're a very modern family. We don't judge.

No, no, no. I'm a girl.

It's "Gabrielle." Two 'I's and it ends with an 'e'.

Ah!

The agency told us "Gabriel".

Oh, right.

Well, you can call me Gabi.

You're Nico, right?

Nice to meet you.

Hello.

No sharing a room.

Well, let's go. The car's nearby.

You'll see, you'll adapt in no time.

It's a very quiet town.

And you'll make lots of friends at school.

I can't wait to start.

You speak Spanish very well.

I wish Nico spoke French as well.

My grandma was from Segovia and every summer...

The first time is always a shock.

But she's a lovely saloon car.

We have a normal car, eh?

But it's at the garage.

That's cool.

It's different.

It's so roomy you can even use it for camping.

We just put a mattress in there.

But we disinfect it after every service.

Mom, watch the road.

Service?

That's when we transport...

I get that it may creep you out.

No, no way.

Besides, it's perfect for going to Ikea.

You're going to fit in very well in this family.

Mom...

No less than three generations of Mortimers have grown up here.

Gabi, welcome to our Maison.

We'd planned for you to sleep with Nico,

but we thought you should sleep in the living room.

What do you think?

Fuck.

What did he say, son?

She loves it.

It's beautiful.

And the sofa's very comfy, you'll see.

Your father loved it.

He loved it so much that he took his last breath here.

Didn't he, Dad?

In summer he's here with us,

but in winter he prefers the vault.

Oh, sure.

Don't worry, he won't come out.

Great.

It's pretty big, isn't it?

She loves it.

And these trophies? Are they yours, Nico?

No, they're mine.

First prize for best corpse reconstruction

and third prize for best postmortem styling.

No other like it in the whole valley.

But wait, we haven't shown you the best part.

Here you have the best views.

Would you like to see it?

Don't you feel weird surrounded by the dead all day?

Why?

It calms me down.

The dead listen to you and don't sour your existence.

Fuck, I thought my life sucked,

but now I see that you win.

Look, Paul.

This is Gabi, the French exchange girl.

-Oh, girl? -Girl, yes.

Charmed, miss.

How's the world of the living?

How is it with �pater�?

Well, he still thinks I'm a kid.

They don't believe in me.

What? Your parents adore you.

Gabi, will you hand me that brush there, please?

You should tell them what happened to you at school.

No way, so they think I'm a jerk?

You have to stand up to bullies.

Bullies?

Who do they bully?

Uh... a cousin of mine.

But a distant one.

Well, I know female self-defense.

If you want, I can teach you.

Or not.

What are you doing?

Are you a painter?

No, I'm a marble worker.

I restore the stone.

Rain and wind erode it

until it practically turns to dust,

as our bones do.

What a cheery job.

Well yes, very.

Careful, don't get it on you.

Cemeteries hide incredible stories

that don't appear in books.

You don't believe me?

Yeah, yeah.

Stories like that of Beatriz Madoz.

I haven't told you that one, have I, Nico?

Beatriz Madoz was a rich woman in town.

Very rich. She had lots of jewelry.

She apparently died of a heart attack.

The terrible thing is that when buried her, she wasn't dead

but in a coma.

They say that that very night they began to hear

heartrending screams,

screams coming from the fresh grave.

Nobody can hear me! I need help!

Help!

When they opened the coffin,

the lid was full of scratches,

Beatriz's skinned fingers and her expression

disfigured by terror.

They say that since then, on full moon nights,

the trees in the cemetery shake,

strangely, with no wind,

and that more than once

various people have felt

an eerie presence following them.

It was Beatriz,

who, whispering, pleaded: �Please, someone help me.

I was murdered�.

You looked like a smart guy and it turns out you believe in ghosts.

Excuse me, there are hundreds of phenomena that we can't explain

because our mind is too limited.

Sure, if you believe that the dead can talk, of course.

Look, the dead talk just as much as the living.

I love that you guys have connected so well.

It's incredible.

I don't understand why they all wanted to be cremated.

Because it's cheaper.

Let's see if you like it, Gabi.

Kidneys in sherry.

It's typically Spanish.

Sure, but cremations

are double what they were last year.

Does it seem normal to you?

No.

Honey, think positive. We can pay off the crematorium.

Remember how expensive it was to reconstruct

Don Alfredo's skull.

-He didn't even have eyes. -Right.

Your plate.

But the family insisted...

Well, maybe we could talk about something else.

Tomorrow you're going to school.

You'll be looking forward to meeting Nico's friends.

Gabi, Gabi, look out!

What?

Nothing, no, nothing.

I'm fine. I don't want to look gross in front of your friends.

Hello, Raquel.

Look at this dumb-ass.

To me!

Eh!

Watch it!

What's she saying?

I don't understand you, girl.

There's nothing like travel to realize that

there are assholes everywhere.

Good morning. Listen to me.

I want to present the new exchange student.

Her name's Gabi and she's from Toulouse.

I hope you welcome her with the warmth she deserves.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Tough audience.

And to get into the subject, you'll convert these sentences

into the past using the verb �avoir�.

You have half an hour.

It's like this every day.

That's Marc.

He only thinks about skateboarding.

He's mad at the world and takes it out on others.

You know his aunt was run over by a cow and died?

The family wanted to bury her in her favorite dress,

but my mom surprised them

with some purple ruffles that matched her hair.

A hit.

Sofia.

Graffiti artist, addicted to energy drinks, no tact.

Last year we incinerated her grandmother.

They forgot to tell us that she had a pacemaker

and she almost blew up the crematorium.

And the other one?

That's Raquel.

We used to be friends.

What happened?

She started act aloof.

Since she's hung out with them, I don't recognize her.

Her great-uncle was killed by bees.

My mother had to reconstruct his whole face.

That's how she won first prize.

Those three make my life miserable.

SO YOU GET RID OF THAT MORTIMER BREATH

I'm shaking.

What was I supposed to do? They were picking on you.

In this school it's better to go unnoticed.

Of course we're talking about the best rest for your relative.

Needless to say, this decision

is up to you.

I'm only here to advise you.

-Who's that? -Ant�n, my father's assistant.

A sad sack.

Hey, working here...

The difference is remarkable.

Look, I shouldn't tell you this,

but without a doubt, I'd recommend cremation.

But, as we've discussed,

it's a decision that, obviously, you must make yourselves.

My sympathies.

-Good day to you. -Hello.

Do you want to see a corpse?

I'd rather have a snack.

Where are you going?

What are you doing here?

How often have I told you I don't want you near this room

while I'm preparing the bodies?

But I'm sick of seeing them at the wake.

Properly prepared, Nico, not like this.

Mrs. Navarro deserves respect.

Paul says that this society would be less infantilized

if it looked death in the face.

Here we go... Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.

No, Nico, no.

It's too soon, you're too young.

I'm not a kid.

He still cries at the end of Frozen.

Me?

So do I.

You don't want to grow up so fast. Go on, go and play.

On full moon nights,

the trees in the cemetery shake strangely with no wind

and you can hear Beatriz's whispers.

Nico, help me.

Help me.

Look, the dead are in a dimension close to ours,

but they can't continue their journey because they have unresolved issues.

Dead with unresolved issues?

The good thing about death is you can ignore everything.

Okay, I see you don't care.

Yes!

It's here.

What are we meant to do now?

Ask the Ouija board?

Repeat her name three times in front of a mirror?

Wait.

And turn off the flashlight.

I read that it's easier if we make our minds blank

to stimulate the perception of uncommon realities.

Okie-dokie.

Close your eyes.

Wait.

Wait. I sense...

I sense some kind of energy.

Yes. Me too.

It's...

It's like a subtle glow.

Yeah, yeah.

-Do you notice it too? -Yes.

It's my flashlight.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

You're having fun, huh?

I signed up for this exchange thinking I could make friends,

but I see I can't.

-We're friends. -No, you're not my friend.

You're like the others.

You just want to laugh at me.

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry.

What?

Murderers!

Help me!

Help!

Silence!

Murderers!

Who is it?

Beatriz Madoz.

She's trying to make contact.

Ah, no. It's just Seraf�n.

He's the town bum.

He's harmless.

Shall we go?

Yeah, we'd better.

Okay, it was Seraf�n... But the trees shaking by themselves?

-The wind? -Right, wind with no sound.

Yeah, it was climate change.

Yeah, sure, that's so scientific.

What about the whispers?

I guess we were victims of autosuggestion.

No.

Both of us at the same time is impossible.

I bet it was the spirit Paul told us about.

Look, Nico, spirits don't exist.

But my mother does.

And I have to answer

so we can keep pretending that everything is fine.

Sure, like your room, huh?

Good night.

Okay, good night.

Guys, today I didn't come to vaccinate you

or write any prescriptions.

I'm here today to talk about mental health.

It's the psychological and emotional well-being

that everyone has, every human being.

If that well-being fails,

we say we have poor mental health.

They're five green signs pointing to five graves.

And what does that mean?

It's a code.

Sure, from the dead lady.

I'm sure the signs lead somewhere, but I don't know where.

Let's see, if you were a dead guy trying to solve his case,

wouldn't you try to communicate in a simpler way?

Well, I happen to have proof.

I took a photo with my phone.

-Seriously? -Yeah.

Look.

I don't see any sign.

What do you mean, you don't?

Jeez!

Nico, please.

Sorry.

I swear they were there when I took the photo.

They were impressive.

Now that's impressive.

Look.

What have you got there, zombies?

Give it to me.

Fucking give it to me.

Ole!

Sound familiar? Hey, please...

Guys, a little respect.

It smells like a corpse, too.

Hey, please.

Hey, puh-lease!

I thought he was a fag.

Now it turns out he's into French chicks.

All he can do is cry.

Like when we put him in the dumpster.

Will you leave him alone?

Come on.

Now girls are sticking up for him.

Sure.

He's a fucking freak, like the rest of his family.

I hate you! I hate you!

I hate you! I hate you!

Why? Why are you like this?

Okay, okay, okay.

Nico, Nico. Take it easy.

Are you okay?

Nico, this is the last time, you hear me?

The last time the school calls us.

Don't you know you could get expelled?

Don't you say you're grown up?

How embarrassing, please! In front of everybody.

How could you hit your best friend?

Well, best friend...

-Is this how we raised you? -Not as far as I know.

No, but I didn't start it.

-And it's not my fault. -Ah, it's not your fault.

Whose fault is it? Mine.

-Maybe it's mine. -No, anyone's but his.

No, but if you let me explain...

He always has to have the last word.

Does anything justify what he's done?

You're not listening to me!

It's over.

It's over.

From now on, no cellphone for you.

And of course, you're both grounded until further notice.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Or... yes?

Yes. You.

I'll talk to your mother right now.

Did they give you a hard time?

I convinced her to not send me back home.

Just as well.

Paul!

I wish my father was like him.

You've idealized him.

If he was your father, you'd give him grief.

Not at all.

He never judges me or yells at me.

He really understands me.

Now that I think about it,

why not ask him about the map?

He may clear it up for us.

Good idea.

Paul!

Remember the woman who was buried alive?

Yes.

-She spoke to us last night. -She didn't talk to us.

She did in her own way.

Look.

I still have to work it out.

But do you think she was killed for money?

Or it's this cemetery, weird stuff is going on.

You know what I think?

These symbols are a message in code to find her killer.

Can't you see I'm busy?

I don't have time right now for your detective bullshit.

This is a cemetery,

not a schoolyard.

Listen to me.

If I see you here again

wasting our time or other people's,

I'll tell your father.

Is that clear?

Please don't say anything.

Yes, it's the most adhesive restorative make-up.

Ideal for decomposing skins.

Has it undergone saponification?

Right.

Eat some fruit.

Yes, it mitigates putrefaction.

But with bodies in water it doesn't work the same.

Because wet skin peels off from the bone very easily.

And if we're talking about cadaveric wax as well...

No, it won't work.

That's too bad.

I had a nightmare last night.

No wonder.

No, I'm serious.

Nico...

Help me.

I woke up here.

At exactly 5:00 a.m. in front of that clock.

I don't think I get it.

But it's so clear.

It was Beatriz giving me the key.

The inverted V is a 5 in Roman numerals.

Let's see.

If you count five tombs from each tomb

where we see a five,

they all lead to the same place.

The vault of Manuela Duarte.

Manuela Duarte?

What does Manuela have to do with Beatriz?

That's what we have to find out.

Find out what?

Nothing.

By the way, I've written to Dr. D�vila

to apologize for your behavior

and she hasn't replied.

She must be furious.

She won't invite us to her Christmas party this year.

This guy is an idiot.

Your friend Paul.

He's taking a vacation.

As if the rest of us weren't sick of working.

-What now? -I don't know.

No, neither do I.

Go on, off to school.

Hey, do you think Paul left because he's mad at us?

Yes, he must've left because of your father,

who's exploiting him.

Hey, a bit of respect.

My father is Spain's top funeral parlor owner.

Okay, okay.

Please.

It's here.

-That's weird. -What?

There's something there.

What are you doing?

Stop!

Look at this.

M.D.

M.D.?

What could those initials be?

Oh, okay, sure.

-Well, mystery solved, let's go. -No, wait.

Manuela Duarte died in 1917.

The bracelet is too new.

Shit.

You're right.

Tonight.

It reeks of gym class mixed with a lunch menu.

Me first.

Man, that's so cringe.

-But it looks just like your room. -No.

I don't like it. It's dark and there are weird noises.

It's a vault, what do you expect?

I'm here.

-Oh, oh! -What?

I stepped on something.

A bag?

Careful.

What's wrong?

It could be a bomb.

To kill who?

Okay, open it.

Jewelry.

I knew there was something in here.

I'm sure Beatriz kept it here before she was murdered.

You have blood on you.

Me?

But... I'm not bleeding.

I'm not, am I?

Eh?

What's wrong?

-There's a dead man. -I see him.

-There's a dead man. -I see him!

-Don't yell at me! -You're yelling at me too!

What do we do?

I don't know about you, but I'm running!

Shit!

We have to call the police!

You're kidding! My parents will kill me.

-What? -We're meant to be grounded.

And we've broken all the rules! All of them!

We saw a fucking dead guy.

We can't just pretend it's nothing.

Why not? This is a cemetery, isn't it?

But his head was bashed in!

He was murdered!

What's going on?

What did you do to your hand?

Nothing, a stupid cut with the dissection tools.

Does that noise ring a bell?

Paul's van.

-Right, where is it? -There, behind the altar.

Nico, there's nothing here.

Nothing there?

No, no, I swear it was there.

Nico.

Yes, really, you have to believe me.

INNOCENTS

My God.

Why would they so something so macabre?

I don't know, but this isn't good for Paul.

But they get along great.

I don't know what your problem is with Paul now.

He spends all day with him in the cemetery, Marisa.

Listening to his ghost stories and his bullshit.

He doesn't talk to anyone else.

He has character problems.

That's why he has no friends.

He's a difficult boy.

I don't know what'll become of him.

We have to find a solution.

Your father says that because he's pissed off.

He doesn't really mean it.

Yeah.

Do you want to talk?

No.

I'm fine, thanks.

I just don't get it. Someone must've moved the body

and cleaned it all up while we were on our way back.

But why write �innocents�?

Maybe he disguised the blood to make it look like a joke.

You don't think Marc and the others did it?

Whoever did it must've been nearby.

Do you think he saw us?

It's been a shitty night.

I need to rest, don't you?

Sorry.

It was Paul.

And you know it.

Nico.

Nico.

You're going to sleep forever.

Help!

YOUR SEARCH HAS OBTAINED NO RESULT

How are you?

Fine.

Listen, I've been thinking...

Did you notice the paint in the vault?

Where are you going with this?

You know who used it the other day?

Yes.

Paul and gazillions of people who shop at Leroy Merlin.

The exhaust pipe noise is the same as his van.

I'm convinced that Paul killed

whoever that person was.

That's why he got so mad when you mentioned the map.

He made up the vacation alibi.

Besides, no missing person has been reported.

And you?

Have you not located Paul?

No, his phone is off.

See?

Early this morning I went to the undertaker's hut

and no key was missing for any of the vaults.

Maybe someone who had access to the enclosure

could've borrowed it

They could've made a copy and returned it.

No, it's too complicated.

FOR THE ZOMBIES

Again. I've had it. Every day is the same.

What's wrong? What does it say?

LEAVE THE DEAD ALONE BEATRIZ MADOZ

Beatriz Madoz?

No way.

Did you tell anyone about Beatriz?

-Yeah, sure, my fan club. -Only you know about it.

-And Paul. -No, he'd never do that.

Well, then...

They're watching us.

Do you think we should stop?

It's what they want, isn't it?

What's that car?

I don't know, let's go.

-Who is it? -I don't know, I've never seen it.

-Come, follow me. -I'm coming.

This way.

What do you want?!

Did you get a look at his face?

No, but they clearly don't like us much.

Right.

Good afternoon, Mortimers.

Where are you going?

Move or I'll run you over.

Fuck, check her out.

The Frog giving orders.

We're not going until you apologize to Raquel.

I apologized to you in front of your parents and the principal.

Yeah, you fucking freak, but not to us.

She should apologize,

for being such a bad friend.

Shut up and kneel, we don't have all day.

Stop, I don't like being recorded.

Fuck you.

Let's go.

No, hold this for me.

You idiot!

Okay, okay, okay.

Will you leave us alone now?

Anyone else?

Run!

Run, run, run!

C'mon, Gabi, go, go, go!

Raquel, come on, hold on here.

Hold on, run, run.

Thanks.

What the fuck was that?

Technically we could say that Nico just saved your life.

Why were they after us?

I don't know, but if I catch the fucker

who screwed up the wheels, I'll beat his ass.

What's up with you guys?

Nothing.

-Did you eye each other? -No way.

We could, though.

-Yeah, sure. -No, it'll be worse.

You're being secretive. What the fuck is going on?

I don't get it.

Why didn't you go to the police?

To report what?

We don't know who the dead man is or where the corpse is.

Okay, but mentioned some jewels.

Where are they?

They're missing.

All we have is this bracelet.

I don't believe it.

They're chasing us over this shit.

For this?

And because they think we know more than we do.

And now you too.

What are you saying?

So now because of you

some loonies are gonna be on our ass 24/7?

You bet, ironies of life.

Thanks, idiots.

Now what are we meant to do?

You, I don't know.

We'll keep on investigating.

Who do you think you are,

the fucking FBI?

For now we're meeting in the cemetery tonight

to go to Paul's workshop.

Whoever wants to come, come.

Anyone who shits their pants can stay at home.

Are you still not going to talk to me all night?

It would've been nice if you'd asked me.

You would've said no.

Sure, because I don't want them coming to my house.

Your house?

-This is a cemetery! -No, it's my house.

Whatever.

Anyway, I don't think they'll come.

Can't you see they're halfwits

who enjoying picking on people?

Hi, guys.

Is this the vault?

Nice, isn't it?

It's Paul's workshop.

It's suspicious, right?

No, speak for yourself.

He's innocent until proven guilty.

Tonight we'll find out.

Move it, dumb-ass, we're getting soaked.

No offense, eh?

He thinks the door will open with a card?

No.

Eh?

It's all I use my library card for.

You can tell. Let's go.

What are we looking for?

Clues, jewelry, a corpse. The usual.

It's a stone-cutting saw,

He needs it for work. It doesn't mean anything

Yeah, right.

A bit morbid, isn't it?

Morbid? Morbid how?

Hey, Stephen King,

one of the best writers of the 20th century.

That doesn't make anyone a killer.

But this does. Bingo.

On "True Crimes" I saw how a guy killed his friend

with a buzzsaw like this.

He cut off his head and his legs at the knees

so he'd fit in one like this.

How awful, I don't want to see any corpses.

Then why are we here? Ready?

Relax, I'm sure there's nobody inside.

-C'mon, open it up. -No way.

If you're so sure, why don't you open it?

Me?

Sure.

We can get traumatized,

but you see dead people every day, don't you?

But fixed up and in a flattering light.

Not chopped up like a chicken!

You said there's no one inside, right, Mortimer?

Then go.

Go on.

Come on.

There's nothing, nothing.

What a bummer.

My God, what did your parents do to you?

Well, Mrs. Guevara saw me this week, right?

Yes, she was my neighbor.

She was always giving us tomatoes from her garden. Why?

Because she's on the list.

That's Paul's notebook.

What does that mean?

What do you think?

I'm sure he was killed like the others.

-Really? -No,

I bet it's the list of tombstone orders.

Mrs. Navarro's not on it.

I'm telling you, Paul isn't a killer.

No, but he is a liar.

Why?

Because that's not his name.

No way.

Luis Ochoa.

That's why I found nothing on the Internet.

He has a fake identity.

Luis Ochoa,

accused of the murder of a waiter in Tarragona.

But after a brief stay in jail,

the judge had to release him for lack of evidence.

Almost all the names in Paul's notebook

are women in their 70s, rich and childless.

Coincidence?

I don't think so.

Did we see a dead body?

Did we almost get run over?

And you just found out that your only friend

is a phony ex-con with a killer instinct.

Not bad for a Tuesday.

Tuesday's also the day for cuffs on the neck.

Yeah, some things never change.

But hey.

Look who's here.

Mortimer.

Move it.

What are you doing?

Eh?

We were looking for you.

Oh, yeah?

-Any news? -Any more threats?

More unidentified human remains?

More clues about my poor neighbor?

Something, anything?

Sorry to spoil your day, but there are no new murders.

But we'll keep you posted.

-You'd better. -Yeah, yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Thanks, Nico.

Wait for me.

It's like with cops.

They scare me more when they're nice.

You no?

I liked it.

It's funny, but since I've been here,

surrounded by the dead, I have more lust for life than ever.

I don't know why people spend their lives

trying to be cooler than everyone else.

We all end up the same.

Are you afraid of dying?

What do you think? All I have is my mother.

And she only has me.

But that's because you see death

as a loss, not as a process.

Oh, yeah. What a nice message.

But the later, the better.

What about you?

Does nothing about death worry you?

Croaking without having done what want to.

Take it easy.

You still have time to screw it up.

I think some people in life float all the time.

And others, however much they swim, they inevitably sink.

And you're one of those who...?

Who inevitably sink, of course.

What a drama queen!

But it's just the opposite.

That's why I admire you so much.

Me?

Why? For being a nerd with no social life?

You're a fucking survivor.

I don't know if that's good or bad.

Oh, come on.

Anybody in your situation would be depressed all day.

Hey, thanks.

And yet you haven't lost your sense of humor

nor do you distrust people,

you're open to new things.

Well, you bug me with your supernatural guff,

but in general

I think you're a great guy.

You're worth more than you think.

You just need to believe it.

And if you fall on your ass?

Try again.

That'd look nice with a Mr. Wonderful cup.

Right, come on.

I'm trying to cheer you up, help me out here.

Sorry.

Some days I get up and,

despite my quirks, I put up with myself.

But other days I hate myself.

You're talking to someone who wore braces

and a Milwaukee corset all through elementary school.

We all have insecurities.

The only way to overcome them is to accept them, understand?

Otherwise, you'll never know who you are.

What is it?

It's Beatriz.

She's trying to make contact.

Fuck.

What are you doing here?

Nice to see you too, eh?

How are you doing?

Good.

How long has it been?

Sure, a long time.

I came to give you this.

You came all this way just to give it back to me?

Hey, don't freak out.

I think I found out something on the case.

Look.

See the bracelet in your drawing? Doesn't it look the same as this?

Is it the same?

Wait, what's the doctor's name?

Dr. Davila.

No, her first name.

Mercedes.

Mercedes Davila.

An M and a D.

All the clues point in the same direction.

Paul chooses rich old ladies and robs them.

Then he hides the loot in the vault.

And using the phosphorescent marks,

his accomplices come at night...

They take the jewels and resell them.

What accomplices?

I don't know, it's just a hypothesis.

Well, I'll go on.

But Dr. Davila, who cares about the old ladies,

investigates the matter and finds the vault.

Then she catches Paul red-handed.

What are you doing here?

No, Paul, I've caught you red-handed!

-I'll kill you! -No, I'll kill you first!

A fight ensues...

And?

Wild!

That's when they lose the bracelet.

That's why the doctor didn't answer your father's e-mail.

She was...

Dead.

Wow.

Yes, that was a given. I was going to tell you this morning.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Dr. D�vila.

Heavy stuff!

Blah-blah, life is short.

The other day you gave us crap, and today it's: �What's life?�.

A deep thought for you.

Thanks, man.

Hang on. What about her husband?

Didn't he report her missing?

Didn't you hear? He kicked her out of the house months ago.

-What? -She got involved with the baker.

Please, can we focus?

The main thing now is to get out and find the evidence.

Do you hear?

I bet the poor dog hasn't eaten for days

All the chairs overturned

and Dr. D�vila's mailbox bursting.

A bad sign.

And the brush cutter abandoned.

As if she couldn't finish her plans.

And the garage windows covered.

As if...

Was she photophobic?

What? My cousin is.

He's gets these crazy rashes.

I'm going.

You are? Going where?

No. It's a crime to trespass on private property.

Are you coming or not?

Go on, man, go with her.

We'll keep watch.

All right, okay.

Yeah, move it.

Wait, Gabi!

I'll end up in jail because of you.

You're so over the top.

You'll go to a juvenile center.

Really?

But don't worry.

The doctor can't say anything anymore, the poor lady.

C'mon, there's no one around.

Do you see anything?

Some cool sneakers.

Anything of use to us?

What are you doing here?

Would you rather I ask your father?

No, no, no.

We're here...

To give this back to you.

Yes, you must've lost it...

At the school.

-At the school. -Yes.

It is yours, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, thanks a lot. Very kind of you.

By the way, I read your father's message.

Tell him not to worry.

At your age I was just like you.

It's very hard to fight those hormones, isn't it?

But how rude of me, please...

Let's go inside, I'll get you a drink.

-No, we were just going. -No.

At least to thank you for being so thoughtful.

-They're waiting for us. -For dinner.

-Dinner? -Yes, dinner.

At five o'clock.

I'm getting them into French customs.

You speak Spanish very well.

My grandma was from Segovia.

Nice suckling pig there.

Well, we're leaving.

-We are, yes. -Yes, goodbye.

Ciao.

Run, run, run.

Can you talk?

Dr. D�vila, really?

Alive and a murderer.

So?

Did Paul find out they robbed old ladies,

and that's why they killed him?

Sure, that's why he had the list in his notebook.

He was investigating it.

You mean the body that Gabi and I saw that night

was Paul's?

I'm sorry.

A doctor can't go around knocking people off.

They're paid to do the opposite, right?

Whoever wrote this was a doctor.

And he doesn't seem to save many lives.

Did you know we can puke after we're dead?

Where did you get it?

From your library, freak. Where else?

-Don't you respect anything, or what? -What what?

Please, let's focus.

We know it's Dr. Davila, but we have no proof.

Hold on a moment.

The anonymous one.

What anonymous one?

Look.

Who is Beatriz Madoz?

The spirit that led us to the jewels in the vault.

A spirit?

Nothing, they threatened us to stop us from investigating.

Clearly, whoever wrote that killed Paul.

Hold on, this can't be from the doctor.

Why not?

Doctors' handwriting is illegible

and you can read this perfectly.

We'll have to check it out.

I've got it. We need a prescription from her.

Nico, doesn't your mom have one for Diazepam, Prozac or citalopran?

What's that?

Doesn't yours have a prescription?

No, mine drinks wine.

-White wine. -No, red, red.

Hold on.

Where's she going?

What are you doing?

I came... for this.

Eye formers for corpses with twin fixation spikes?

Yes.

Nico stuff, you know.

Well, ciao.

What do you guys think?

Do they look alike?

Maybe the curve of the D a bit...

No, they don't match.

So the doctor's not the killer.

And how did she lose the bracelet?

Maybe she didn't do it alone.

Maybe her accomplice wrote it.

But who?

Someone she trusts a lot.

And who can get into and out of the cemetery.

No, no, impossible,

only my father controls access.

What?

My father is controlling, cold and distant,

but he's not a killer.

Yes, but he has a crematorium

to make anything he wants disappear.

And loads of vaults to hide whatever he wants.

Are you kidding?

No, my father couldn't kill anyone,

I know him very well.

I didn't want to say it in front of the others,

but your dad had a wound on his hand the night of the murder.

Yes, I saw.

But maybe it has has nothing to do with it.

Do you hear something?

No, nothing.

No, Gabi. Gabi, stop. What are you doing?

I took care of it personally.

Yes, it'll all be perfect.

Yes, I followed all the instructions.

No, no, that was an accident.

Yes, of course, I've got it all.

Obviously, the jewels too.

No, I thought I heard something.

My God, my God.

-Hurry. What do we do? -I don't know.

-What do we do? -I don't know!

Sorry.

-Look out! Rushing around like this! -Sorry, sorry.

-Leave it, I'll do it. -Okay.

-Right, see you soon. -Ciao.

How do they look on me?

You look lovely.

Your father gave them to me for our anniversary.

Congratulations.

Oh, three o'clock!

I'm already late to pick up the new marble worker.

Wait, I'll come with you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

A lift to school?

No, we're going by bike.

You guys go ahead.

Okay.

Don't be late.

How can human beings tell between right and wrong?

Throughout history we've debated

about what we believe is right

and, of course, missing class without a note is not.

That's why it's important that we're faithful

to values such as integrity, justice and solidarity.

-And those two? -Where are they?

I don't know.

No fucking idea.

It's insane.

Your mother's an accomplice, plus she puts on stolen jewels.

Right, I saw.

Look around there.

And be careful, don't knock anything over.

Fuck, you're just like my mother.

Why would I knock anything over?

Everything in order.

And he's found a substitute for Paul.

As if he's sure that he's not coming back.

Right.

HAPPY DAY, DAD I LOVE YOU

The same list that Paul had.

All cremated.

Don't you think it's weird?

Did you hear me?

WITH NICO, ONE OF THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE

Did you find something?

I knew it. The handwriting doesn't match.

It couldn't be him.

He bought the earrings.

But...

if your father's not the bad guy...

who is it?

Look out! Rushing around like this!

Excuse me.

Was it Anton?

Clever kids.

Come on, give me that paper.

No.

The hard way will be worse.

Really?

You want to play? Fine.

Let's play.

Let's play!

Catch!

Looking for this?

You should've gone to school

instead of meddling where you're not wanted!

Open up!

Go away, we're going to the police!

Open up, I said!

Go away!

Fine.

All right.

Fine.

Run, run!

Help me!

-Come here! -Let her go!

Give me that paper!

Let her go! Let her go!

Give it to me!

Give it to me!

-Let go of her! -Get off! Get off!

Okay, okay, okay.

Let's calm down a bit. You think?

You're a murderer.

What? No, no, no. I didn't kill anyone.

Liar! We know you bashed Paul's head in.

That's why you threatened us.

Paul?

No way, no way. It was a vagrant.

True. He surprised us when we went to get the jewels,

but I didn't kill anyone.

A vagrant.

Seraf�n?

If you didn't kill him, who did?

Was it the doctor?

You're in cahoots, aren't you?

So, what did you do with Paul?

Answer or I'll dissect you!

The same thing I'm going to do to you!

Nico.

What's going on here?

Lucky you came. I thought they were going to kill me.

-No, no, no. -He wanted to kill us!

What? No, no, no!

I just told them to go to school and they went crazy.

No, no, no! Don't listen to him!

He killed Seraf�n and maybe Paul too!

Yes!

Do you hear them?

Look, I don't want to butt in where I'm not wanted.

But your son's losing touch with reality.

-That's how it is! -No, Dad, don't believe him.

Nico, what are you telling me?

Yes, he told me about Beatriz Madoz's ghost.

Oh, my God.

That'll do, Nico. That'll do.

I don't want to hear another word. Put that down.

I'm telling you the truth.

Put that down.

Mom.

Honey, your father and I think you need help.

You're making a mistake,

but the police will deal with it.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

Right.

By the way, Ant�n, this is Javier, the new marble worker.

Ant�n Bermejo.

-Nice to meet you. -Yes.

Ant�n, I'm very sorry.

It won't happen again.

In fact, I've just talked to the school psychologist.

She says we must teach him techniques

to learn to handle frustration.

Yes, I'm sure it's a phase.

Well...

So this would be the thanatopraxy room.

They're punctured.

What a fool.

Now what do we do?

Fuck!

That's not it.

Have you ever driven before?

-Sure. -Oh, okay.

I always win at GTA 7.

What?

Look out, look out!

Sorry.

Where are we meant to be going?

-The police station. -But it's the other way.

Please, a little positivity.

-Okay, I'll shut up. -Yes, shut up.

My God, he's behind us.

Really?

The kids know who we are.

Get rid of Paul and everything else

or we'll be in trouble.

Do they know about the old folks?

I don't know, but I'm going after them.

I won't let them get away now.

You'd better not. I'm not letting those brats ruin my life.

I have to go.

Keep me posted.

You've really had it now.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

Car, car, car, car, car!

What do I do, Nico?

I don't know what to do.

You're not moving from there.

I'll come and pick you up.

Have you got them?

Almost.

Nico.

Nico, can you hear me? Are you okay?

Nico.

Nico.

Nico, wake up!

I'm sorry.

What the...?

What have I done?

It's incredible how much you cuss.

You're alive?

Well, I've had better days, but...

I'm breathing.

God, I can't believe it.

Jeez!

He was here the whole time?

I don't think he's hurt bad.

That's not funny.

It's a corpse to cremate, not an Amazon package.

The main thing is, we gave the killers the slip.

Hide.

Fuck! That's bad!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

What a crash! Are you okay?

Yes. How did you find us?

Following the Mortimer breath.

Don't listen to him.

Your mother called me asking for you.

She asked us to look for you.

We have news.

You're going to freak.

We set up surveillance in front of the doctor's house.

We thought we should go to your geeky dad, but no.

-Suddenly a car pulled up. -The one that chased us.

The funeral home guy got out.

Ant�n, right?

Yes, the sad one.

They argued about something.

For whatever reason, he gave in and left.

He grabbed a bag.

We didn't see what he had,

but when he left, they dumped this.

-Morphine. -What do they want it for?

It helps with pain. But if you overdo it...

We also found this.

A last will and testament signed by Mrs. Peralta.

Guess to whom she leaves most of her assets.

-To Dr. Davila. -Bingo!

This is even worse.

They don't rob the dead,

they kill them with morphine to rob them.

Did they do that to poor Mrs. Guevara?

Unbelievable. The bastards.

We have to go to the police to report all this right now.

Yes.

But first I'm taking a piss. Then give me a summary, okay?

This girl...?

How come nobody realized she was killing

those old ladies with morphine?

She's a doctor, right?

She can say it's natural causes

and no one will doubt her.

Sure.

That's why she needed the coroner's help.

To convince the families to cremate them.

So there's no autopsy.

All this for some jewels?

Some family doctor, huh?

We don't know how long they've been doing it.

They won't see these again.

It's the bag from the vault.

They hid it in the garden.

Goddamn brats.

But they didn't count on us.

There they are.

Hurry, hurry. Everyone in the car.

Everyone in the car. Raquel!

Raquel, we're going!

Who's this dude?

It's just a dead guy.

Just?!

Go, go, go!

-I can't. -What do you mean?

The wheels are stuck.

Let's go.

Fuck!

Hurry, hurry, she's got a gun!

It's touching me! Gross!

Sof�a, will you shut up?!

Look out, look out!

Go, get closer.

Don't lose them.

-Stick him inside! -No, no, no!

Sof�a, enough!

Shut your eyes... and your mouth!

Shut up!

Who's driving that car?

A girl. And she's doing much better than you.

Get off the field! Get off the field now!

Step on it, Gabi!

Foot to the floor!

You're useless.

Come on, get closer!

They're shooting at us!

They're shooting at us!

We're going to die!

We're going to die! We're going to die!

We're going to die! We're going to die!

We're going to die!

-We're going to die! -Of course we are!

What?

But not today!

Hold on!

Don't move so much!

Run, run, run!

Christ! Are you okay?

Yeah, fuck.

To the cemetery!

They won't find us there!

Move it, go on. Move it!

Nicol�s Mortimer and Gabrielle Barrois.

-What? -Barrois. "Barrois".

Gabriel is a friend of your son?

A female friend.

It's Gabrielle with two �I's� and it end in an �e�.

How uninformed.

Here!

Please, stop! Please!

Did you hear that?

It's a crow, don't worry.

Why don't you turn on the flashlight?

No need. I know this cemetery off by heart.

If we split up it'll be harder to find us.

Are you insane?

No way I'm going alone.

Okay, you with me, Sof�a. Marc, with Gabi.

Yes, just what I was about to say.

You're making it very hard for me, guys.

Kids, I just want the jewels.

I won't hurt you.

I know where you are.

I can smell you.

Nico, where are the others?

Look, Sofia, take it easy.

Okay? They'll be fine.

Run, run!

Where's the doctor?

I have to get out of here. I want to go home.

Sofia, shut up, please.

Shut your mouth.

-Listen, it's all clear. -This way too.

Guys, it's important that you follow my instructions now.

Very important. On three, we all run that way.

Okay. One, two...!

-Run! -Run! -Go, go, go!

And three.

Look who we have here.

Nico!

Freeze right there.

Freeze, or I'll change your face with the shovel.

Are you giving me the bag or forcing me to shoot you?

Nico!

Nico, give him the bag!

No.

No?

Are you crazy, Nico?

Stay away!

Hey!

Watch out!

Go on.

Go on, shoot.

Go on.

I'm a Mortimer.

We Mortimers have no fear of death.

You asked for it.

No!

Nico!

Nico!

You fired the sixth bullet.

Doctor Psychopath!

Give me the bag!

Give it to me!

Give me the bag!

Halt, Guardia Civil!

Throw down the bag and let the boy go! Let's go!

Nico!

Ant�n, I have nothing to do with this.

Yeah, sure!

Sebas, Marisa, he forced me do it.

-What? No! No! -He forced me.

No! No! No way, it was her.

She wanted to kill the kids!

Get out of my sight.

Hey, lad!

This isn't the end of it.

Enjoy prison, champ.

If you hadn't told the police, we'd be goners.

It's the least I could do.

Nico, I'm sorry for being such an asshole this past year.

You needed some new friends, right?

You told me.

I just wanted to be as cool as them

and so I thought I couldn't be your friend.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry for hurting you.

It's fine.

Will you be able to forgive me?

That's what good friends do, right?

-Nico! -Are you okay?

They've found Paul.

In Dr. D�vila's house.

He's alive.

No, there's no doubt. It's Seraf�n, the town beggar.

Proceed.

Honey, you have to tell us everything that happens to you.

We didn't know about Raquel.

I tried to tell you many times, but you don't listen to me.

Besides, I didn't want you to know

that I was a difficult child too.

Gee.

Son, being your father doesn't mean I can't be an idiot too.

I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling

you'd like me to be different.

What are you saying, honey?

You're wonderful.

To me you're perfect.

Nico, we're very proud of you.

Even if we don't tell you.

But I promise, from now on

I'll try to do much better.

Come here, come on.

Paul.

Careful, lad, I'm still recovering.

How did you do it?

Ant�n gave me up for dead

and had no time to shoot me up with morphine, otherwise...

By the way, did you hear?

It seems that Dr. D�vila

has a long string of victims behind her.

And they say the first was her grandmother.

Her grandmother?

Beatriz Madoz.

That's wild.

We thought you were angry with us.

No way.

I reacted like that because I was scared

that Ant�n would hurt you if you kept investigating.

Thank you.

Well...

I won't keep you any longer,

I don't want to miss the bus.

Have a good trip.

You must be happy.

You got your friend back.

Right.

I'm sorry the exchange ended like this.

Like what? It's the most exciting thing to happen to me

since Bad Bunny signed my boob.

You're a terrible liar.

Okay, he didn't sign my boob.

But...

I'm really going to miss you.

When you get to France and your friends,

you will forget about all this.

Relax, I think I'm allowed

some PTSD.

But the next time someone appears to me in a dream,

I'll be prepared.

Sure, sure.

Well...

Dear Mortimer,

we'll be friends forever.

Especially now that I'm no longer afraid

that my atoms will merge with the universe.

You've helped me a lot.

Believe it or not.

Gabi!

We have to go.

See you in Toulouse.

Tr�s bien, bon voyage.

Thank you.