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The success of our plan depends on one key element.

That all our guests feel that the end of the world

is absolutely real.

However, the bad news is

that so many people have witnessed the end of the world so many times

in the movie theater that our plan must be perfect.

The good news…

is that with modern technology, we can produce miracles.

If there was any time in the history of civilization

when we needed falsehood to appear as truth,

then that time would be… today.

And when would we carry out our plan?

Whenever the geopolitical climate is on a knife's edge.

We've always had wars, always had crises.

Hot spots are simmering all around the world.

Israel, Taiwan, Russia.

And once one of these conflict zones ignites…

then our simulation will begin.

Early some morning, our guests receive a call,

inviting them to the bunker.

-Yes? -The atmosphere will already be tense.

But we'll help to increase that sense of unease

by having people flee the city with suitcases, for example.

Perfect. Big suitcase.

Varela's arriving at the crossroads.

Attention, everyone. Stand by, suitcases. Now!

The media will be relaying the actual events,

but once they get inside the helicopter,

our personalized plan of conflict escalation begins.

Airspace restrictions are effective as of 13:00.

All civil aviation traffic is now prohibited.

Airspace restrictions will be in place as of 13:00.

And from that moment onwards,

everything they hear and see inside the bunker

will be determined solely by us.

The Russian minister of defense has qualified the attack as an act of war.

Then, at that moment, we will be ready to offer them

our version of the Third World War.

-Let's do this. -Ready?

Three, two, one.

-Vibrations. -Activate the primary pistons.

Copy that.

The bunker will be built upon a mobile mechanical platform,

like those used in earthquake-resistant buildings,

that will enable us to shake the bunker like we're making a cocktail.

With no risk to the infrastructure.

Tectonic sound effects to level four.

The ground will tremble beneath their feet.

We've also prepared an infinitely more poetic event

designed by my brother.

We'll have a gigantic rock smash

through the bunker wall from tectonic pressure.

A show they're unlikely to forget for the rest of their lives.

Gigantic rock. Now!

What happened? Was he hit?

The rock has a penetration range of 50 inches. Collision's impossible.

That's his own fault. Human failure, not mechanical.

-Julia! -I have him.

-Vital signs for Guillermo Falcón. -Here.

His heartbeat has accelerated to approximately 125.

-But he seems to be stabilizing. -Attention.

Prepare crevice and… activate.

You gotta be kidding me!

Are you serious?

Do you really think all this circus nonsense

will make them believe there's a nuclear war?

You gotta be joking.

Yes. Exactly.

They will experience the situation as real,

because we've stimulated their sensorial activity.

Are we completely insane?

Trapped inside a hole in the ground,

what do you think scares people the most, Mr. García?

Any ideas?

No idea.

Dust particles.

Stand by! Dust particles!

Collapsing tectonic plates,

expelling clouds of dust particles and smoke everywhere inside the bunker.

Tell me, Mr. García.

If it was you that had to run away…

Where are you?!

…along smoke-filled corridors…

…surrounded by blaring alarms…

Move to the Dome.

Everyone shouting…

…emergency lights

and that sinking feeling

that the earth is collapsing beneath your feet,

would you doubt it was real?

Hmm?

No, I probably wouldn't.

That's right, you wouldn't.

Some two tons of smoke and dust particles will be released

through cracks in the walls created by mechanical friction.

They're up on the top floor!

Block the stairs, now!

We have to take the elevator!

They're taking the elevator. Keep ready.

Once everyone is inside, we will loosen the fake brake discs

from the elevator shaft.

Vibration!

The system will generate braking noises and sparks

that will rattle the elevator.

Derail cabin, now!

Braking noises!

Electric sparks.

Will they be in danger?

Well, no more than if they were riding on a roller coaster.

But they'll have the feeling they're going to crash.

And after dropping over 200 feet at full speed

and just before they're smashed to bits…

-Prepare to activate emergency brakes. -Not yet.

-Ziro! -Not yet.

Release!

Emergency brakes activated.

They'll think it was good fortune.

But the worst has yet to come.

When they're all inside the Dome, like rats fleeing a sinking ship,

I will make my triumphant entrance.

I'll show them how all the international TV stations

are broadcasting the beginning of the end of the world.

-And they will believe it all. -Your attention, please.

Because no one ever doubts a reality perceived through their senses.

But if there remains some doubters,

we have an ace up our sleeve, a blockbuster movie.

So, Mr. Nano Parker,

how can we be sure your film will have the necessary apocalyptic effect we need?

My sister and I have seen your movies, and, honestly, I'm not that impressed.

Well, I did enjoy them.

Do you know why Titanic and Avatar are so impressive?

Because they had a budget of 250 million dollars.

With just half that budget,

I can make you a masterpiece of apocalyptic cinema.

Everyone will be scared shitless.

You want 125 million dollars for an eight-minute movie?

I could do it for 20.

Best case scenario, two years in advance.

We'll need this for post-production and to create terrifying special effects.

Listen. A nuclear explosion just happened over there, so I need you to freak out.

It has to feel real. Come on, live in the moment.

All these people will experience my movie

deep inside a bunker a 1,000 feet below the earth,

with the world above their heads.

All of it, live on camera.

Yes! They'll be impressed, don't you think so? Huh?

Mr. Parker, can you tell me what this movie's all about?

About completing… a mission.

What mission?

The mission is to go outside for a walk in the middle of a nuclear war

to connect a communications satellite.

And you, uh, Cindy… will have one of the lead roles.

Even if you can only see my eyes, can we still do my makeup and hair?

-Are you serious? -Sure.

We're gonna build the lake tower entrance and the bridge inside an old quarry.

Welcome, everyone, to the end of the world.

Okay, Luca! Stand here.

Turn and walk outside.

It has this moonlike feeling!

There's a burnt-out car on the bridge.

You're recording, imagine that.

Look inside, they're dead! You flip.

We'll film with real fire, with smoke all around.

Smoke! And… action! More smoke! More, more!

Everything will be augmented by special effects.

Run like you're on the moon. Don't overdo it!

No, no, no! Okay, just walk normally.

But don't leave! There's one more twist!

One of the explorers puts his hand on the railing.

The metal railing is burning hot. His hand is stuck! Suspense!

I can't detach it!

The radiation is the double of Chernobyl!

Our explorer tries to detach his hand, but he can't!

His glove's stuck like chewing gum to a chair!

And everyone watching will be asking themselves,

"Is he gonna die under a bloodred sky?"

Honestly, sometimes I'm surprised at how good I am.

I can assure you, once they've seen these images,

the last thing they'll want to do is to go back to the surface.

BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER

That's it, breathe deeply. Breathe through your nose. Breathe deep.

Okay, take this. Hold it. Breathe deeply.

Be right back. Hold this. Take deep breaths.

Tell me what's wrong with you.

-I can't understand. -Tell me, what's your name?

Would you like anything?

-No. Thank you, Tirso. -No, I'm fine.

Excuse me. Can I have one with meat?

And another with veg, please.

Thank you.

Gran, you want some?

I'll take it.

Now I understand why, when I was a boy and wanted a brother, you always said no.

Mm.

You don't know how grateful I am you're making light of this.

Especially with everything going on.

You mean with the nuclear explosion?

Well, I mean, they dropped a bomb on Hiroshima, and it's still there.

The clubs are packed every night.

It's swarming with tourists.

-Same with Chernobyl. -Darling…

What?

A nuclear reactor exploded with seven tons of Uranium-235.

It was crazy, Mom.

Now there are people visiting ground zero, taking photos and scribbling graffiti.

There's also a nature reserve filled with foxes and deer.

Bambi lives there.

Life will take its course again.

It always does.

And our family will do the same.

-We'll survive. -Yes.

I promise, Mom, we'll survive.

Did you hear what my wife said earlier?

That she married me… because I sat beside her.

Rafa, Frida only said that because… because of all the stress.

I don't know. I just wish I could be angry, be furious.

But I'm just scared.

Can you imagine how terribly sad it would be to be here alone?

Do something about it.

That stuff that Frida finds despicable, make it marvelous to her.

That's what you gotta sell her on.

-Pardon me? -What did she call you?

Her "savior"? Isn't that what we all want?

Someone to stop us from drowning and slipping away?

I mean, how long does infatuation actually last?

-Three months? -Mm.

After that, eventually everyone ends up

in that place where you've been all your life.

And we've been at that place for over 20 years now.

Precisely. And don't forget, you saved her from her mother.

You're a fucking hero, Rafa.

Damn right, I'm a fuckin' hero.

I mean… I had to put up with 20 years of Christmas dinners with the old hag.

-And I gave Frida a new life. Huh? -Mm-hmm.

Mr. Falcón, I'll need to see that cut.

Look at me.

-Any headaches? -No.

-Nausea? -Nothing.

Dizziness?

Yeah, when I stand up. I feel a little dizzy.

The best thing, then, is for you to lie down.

In the meantime, keep an eye on any signs of headaches

or if he starts to slur his speech.

I got it. Thank you, Doctor.

Pardon me?

Are the two people who went to the surface doing okay?

We saw on the screens that one of them had their hand stuck to the railing.

-It seemed horrible. -Mm.

The glove was only very slightly damaged. Nothing serious.

Naturally, our colleague is being kept under observation,

but… we're confident that the level of radiation

he was exposed to was negligible.

So, don't worry. He'll be fine.

Ane, I'm in Budapest.

This was supposed to be our time together.

And tell your father for me

that he's a pussy for not letting you come here with me,

just for failing one exam.

He already has one overachieving daughter, right?

How many distinctions did Asia get? Seven?

So everything is balanced, then.

One daughter who is an eminent academic, the other one who is an eminent hedonist.

In any case, you're going to experience this New Year's Eve in Budapest with me.

Even if you're in some five-star hotel,

wearing that hideous pearl necklace of yours.

You're such an idiot.

Look!

But yes, that is such a good idea. I'll leave my body here

while… my mind is with you in Budapest.

I miss you, baby.

By the way, tonight I have dinner plans with my dad and a few of his friends.

The worst experience ever…

I'll go later.

Happy New Year, my love.

-Love you. -People are going to--

You okay? Anyone in there?!

Someone help me, please!

In the restroom!

Help me!

-Help me! -Hold her! Lift her up!

-Hurry! -Keep her up!

-Cut the cable, quickly! Hurry! -Lift her!

-Hold her! -Please, hurry!

That's it!

-We've got her! Careful! -I got her, okay?!

-Get her, easy. -Okay.

There's no pulse. There's no pulse.

Doctor!

Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor!

-She hanged herself! She's not breathing. -Back away! Let me see.

No, no, no. There's no pulse. She needs epinephrine.

I have it here. Get me the defibrillator! Move it! Hurry!

Help me! Tighter!

Done!

-Here! -Give it.

Okay, let's see.

Come on. Come on. Give it, quick!

Hang on.

-Charge at 260. -Ready!

Clear, and…

No reaction! Go again.

-Okay. -Ready? Charge 300. Go!

Good, she's breathing.

Hey there. Hey.

Can you hear me?

Can you breathe?

Hey?

What have you done?

Why did you save me?

This is Minerva speaking.

I am pleased to inform you that our team has recorded no more seismic aftershocks.

In light of this fact, security have decided

that you no longer need to stay within the confines of the Dome.

Please return as soon as you can to your apartments.

Have a nice evening.

Minerva, has that woman fully recovered?

The woman almost died, Minerva.

Lucky for her, Asia Falcón reacted like a true professional.

So, we kept the situation well under control.

That woman hanged herself in the bathroom.

Their mental health is catastrophic and will only get worse. Look.

Look at this.

There are multiple cases of severe anxiety,

severe panic attacks, arrhythmias…

Look!

There are more than 15 people with heart rates over 135.

Do you know what that means, Minerva?

During all of our preparations,

when I talked about people's fear,

about their anguish and wanting to generate real sensations,

what do you think I meant by all that?

We have them exactly where we want them, and we continue as planned.

You know very well this is not the job I thought it was.

No.

And you know this is no ordinary job.

This plan is the best thing you've done with your miserable life.

And if you're starting to feel scared, well, just buckle up and get on with it.

One step at a time.

The end of the world is approaching and weighs heavy on their shoulders.

And yet, they keep on going.

Right now, we will give them explicit proof

of what waits for them if they ever attempt to leave the bunker.

How about the icing on the cake? This way.

Guys?

So, what do you think? Direct exposure to maximum radiation.

We've peeled back the skin to give it a burned look.

Second degree. 'Kay, then. What do you think?

It needs more humidity. Can't you see it's too dry?

We need his body fluids to be oozing.

She's right. That really disgusts people.

Blisters oozing fluids, right?

Okay.

Don't tell me you plan on sleeping here.

Well, yes, that's what I was going to do.

You can't just pretend that nothing's happened

after what I said today.

What exactly did you say?

That I… saved you from drowning?

That I saved you from an unhappy life

with your hysterical mother?

I'm a hero. Right?

And sure, maybe at the beginning, what we had wasn't really love.

I get that. I understand. But does that matter?

How long does that last? Three weeks? Three months?

Now, we're at that place where all normal couples

and relationships go.

You know, a stable, enduring place to be happy. Is that so bad?

-Rafa. -No.

No.

I'm telling you, Frida. This is what all couples dream of.

Not me.

You know, when I said that out loud, I realized it was all over.

So what do we do?

No.

-You want a divorce, here, in the bunker? -But there's nothing else left to do.

Rafa, I think this is the best thing that can happen to us.

All breakups are an opportunity--

Stop it! Don't give me that… crap about personal growth.

I should have realized all this earlier.

You needed stuff like Reiki and yoga and meditation just to get in bed with me.

What kind of bitch are you? I mean, how low can you go?

To invent a… a fake life

and destroy the life of the man who truly loved you!

Surprise! Yeah, you know what? I was really in love with you, Frida.

And you stole that life from me by pretending to be in love.

That's not true.

Rafa… everybody knows when love is real and when it's not.

Your whole life, you knew I didn't love you that much.

Maybe never.

Of course, it's a different story if you pretend that

that pathetic life of ours was a marriage.

I just thought it was your way of loving me.

Come on, please.

I promise you, it wasn't.

When I'm in love, I go completely insane.

What are we talkin' about, Frida?

-Just forget it. -Who is it?

My yoga teacher.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving.

-Where to? -I'll stay with my mother.

Ah. Unbelievable.

You married me to get away from her, and now you're leaving me to go back!

You spent… all those years throwing up in German school!

And now, you're gonna throw up in your mother's fuckin' bunker!

An absolute masterpiece of logic!

You see?

How can I love someone that's so pitiful?

I tell you I cheat on you, and now you want me back?

It's over.

No…

Everything's fine.

Go back to your bunker and have a nice evening.

Dad… do you wanna talk?

Huh? Talk? No. Why? We're good.

Your mother and I had a disagreement. That's all. Everything's fine.

Yeah, but it might be your last disagreement.

So that's why I'm asking.

I can't believe there's no food here. Not even complimentary snacks?

Nothing?! No biscuits, no bars…

Just this! Look, look!

Look at this! Coffee and tea!

I've had nothing to eat since yesterday.

So that means I'm… gonna…

-Dad! -What?

Dad?

Wait up!

Dad!

Hello, I'd like something to eat.

I'm sorry, but the kitchens are closed. You'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Well, you see, I didn't have anything to eat in the Dome.

I promise. And now I just need… something to settle my stomach.

I understand, but that's not possible, sir.

I'm sorry, Mr. Varela.

So are you telling me that I've spent millions of dollars

for a luxury bunker…

And you… cannot serve me a fuckin' bacon and cheese sandwich, is that it?

For the moment, we've been asked to ration all the food.

Ration? Okay.

Uh, I'm in the middle of a…

a serious panic attack, and do you know how I deal with that?!

I eat food!

I didn't eat at the buffet because of my mother-in-law.

And in the Dome, I didn't eat any of your fuckin' noodles!

And because of that, huh, I want my part.

My share. It's only fair. My share!

My own! Because it belongs to me! You get it?! Belongs to me!

Rafael Varela is out of control. He's having a panic attack.

He's in the dining room!

All you have to do is ask them to check!

Go and watch the cameras, the recordings… Hey!

Rewind the tapes! Just take a look!

Yako, dining room.

I had nothing to eat!

Check the tapes! Check the fucking tape!

I had nothing to eat!

Please, calm down. You need to calm down, Mr. Varela.

Calm down, please--

Mr. Varela, no. You can't do this. Stop. No, no, no, no.

Please stop…

Mm! Mm!

-Mm! -Sir, drop the food.

-Mm. -Drop the food, immediately.

Drop it!

Drop the food, now!

I'm gonna give you three seconds to let go of my father.

Three.

Two.

One.

Are you okay, Mr. Varela?

Dad, want anything else? Go on.

I'm good.

Max… you should let go of the security guard.

Another one.

Why are there more guards in a millionaires' bunker

than in a prison?

Should we lock him up?

Ziro, we're not running a penitentiary here.

Yako, stand down. Let him go.

-Don't worry. -Let the punk go.

You see this?

Ask me for it tomorrow.

When you've calmed down a bit.

Dad, let's go.

Is that the sun rising?

It's fake. It's a screen.

But yeah, I guess it's already morning.

So is this the symbiosis that you were talking about?

How exactly does this work?

I take care of you, and what do you do for me?

That's what I've been wondering about all night.

I don't think you realize how good we had it when we were lovers.

The wild passionate infatuation, the mystery, the secrecy…

What we had back then was so powerful.

We never stopped thinking about each other every waking moment.

Discovering music together…

Ah, the love we had turned our world upside down.

Sit down, Guillermo. Be careful. The doctor said you needed rest.

-No, I'm not gonna sit down. -Sit down!

No, I won't sit down because what we had between us was beautiful.

Please sit down. You're going to have a stroke, Guillermo.

What do I care? I hate the way you are looking at me.

When we were lovers, you didn't look at me like that.

Remember how I would devour you with my eyes?

I couldn't wait to pick you up after your singing lessons.

I'd be double-parked outside, and if someone bothered me…

Ooh, there and then, I would have started a fight

and punched them because all I wanted to do was sit there and wait. For you.

That's all I wanted.

And when I'd wait for you when you were modeling,

I'd take a room at the hotel,

I'd look out the window for you, and then you'd see me, and I…

I'd see you.

Then I would pretend to be sick and go and meet you.

I was so nervous.

Then I'd cross the street,

and I'd go up to your room, and we'd make love.

Mm-hmm.

And back at the agency, they waited for me patiently,

to finish the photo shoot.

Then everything went to shit.

Because you wanted to be my wife.

Officially.

At the time, we didn't understand how lucky we were.

Constantly feeling desire.

-No, no, no, no. -No, no.

No, you're right.

We can get it back again, baby.

Yes?

We can get it back again.

Come on, let's get a divorce.

Let's go back to the mystery.

Careful with the stitches.

This is what they call a "ruin bar."

These are buildings in the Jewish quarter of Budapest

that were abandoned when the Nazis arrived.

And later in the '80s, they were transformed into nightclubs

and bars where people could have fun!

Don't you find it incredible

that where there was once sadness, now there's happiness?

This is real ying and yang!

Max, Max, Max!

-Hey! -What are you doing there?

Oh, love natural

I can't believe how you do it to me…

Feel so special

Oh, love natural

I can't believe how you do it to me…

You make me feel, oh, how you say

Feel so special…

I love you!

I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU!

Feel so special

That was amazing.

I have to tell you, it’s getting a little bit cold in Budapest.

I think I need something hot.

At last, now we're alone.

I'm gonna kiss you all over your face.

But not on your lips yet.

Not just yet.

I'm gonna take my hands and

put them under your sweater

to get them nice and warm, and you're gonna shiver

and your skin will get goosebumps.

My hands move down…

because I know you're already wet.

And we're gonna fuck right here…

on the grass…

Mrs. Falcón?

Um, yes?

Is your blood type AB negative?

I believe so, yes. Why?

I need you to come with us.

Okay.

Give me a minute.

I'm done now.

-Where are we going? -Follow me.

Hey!

Hey! Where are you taking her?!

Hey!

Where are you taking her?

To the infirmary.

What for?

What's going on?

That's confidential.

-Can she come with me? -I'm afraid that's not possible.

If this is for medical reasons,

I'm a fourth-year student in medical school.

What's going on? Why won't you tell us what's happening?

I wanna go with her.

We have orders to take her in alone.

I'll wait for you here.

So, are you grounded?

Hello, Max.

Uh, no. They told me to wait here.

What's going on?

Why'd those guys take Mimi?

Some medical reason.

They said it was confidential.

But why?

What are you doing?

Did you take a look at Ane's phone yet?

Yeah. But not much.

Well, I began to watch some of the videos, but it was just too hard.

I'm sorry they disturbed you.

So, can I have my phone back now?

No.

No, I'm afraid that's impossible.

Why?

Because I got rid of the SIM card.

-Sorry? -I burned it.

I got a blowtorch from the kitchen, and I burned it.

-Tell me that you're joking. -No.

Max, I explained it was too painful. That's all.

I didn't want it as a reminder.

What was on that phone belonged to me.

You gave it to me.

Max, you said, "Time to give you back her memories."

So you gave the memories back to me and my father.

You can't just change your mind about that.

You can't just go around giving back people's memories

and then asking for them back.

I gave you the phone because you were angry.

I gave you the phone

so that you would never again doubt that Ane and I loved each other.

Understood?

Do you know what I think about love, Max?

Love is a bluff.

It's just one big scam.

-That's what you think? -Mm-hmm.

It's all lies.

Something that's been perpetuated through mythology and through fairy tales,

through romantic novels, through rom-com movies,

and publicity campaigns.

I guess you're still reading Wikipedia.

I read everything. And romanticism is nothing more than people putting masks

over their animal instincts.

But I presume you know that.

We're just a bunch of animals that meet up in the park,

then we sniff each other's butts, and then we… copulate,

and we bring up pups and we eat our shit.

But I guess that's a lot less glamorous than calling it "love."

Where do you hang out?

I don't hang out. And seriously, Max,

if we accepted that it's just a question of biology, we'd suffer a lot less.

And why's that?

Because then there'd be no more heartbreak!

We need to believe that we are on this planet for a reason, not simply to…

copulate and breed.

We humans want more.

We want to feel the magic, feel the butterflies in our stomachs,

and blah-blah-blah…

And do you know where all these expectations lead us?

To the sofa… with smeared mascara and a tub of gelato.

What exactly happened to you over these past three years?

I've built the rational and scientific foundations to live a happy life.

And I succeeded. Finito. I'm good.

We apologize for bringing you here early this morning

but we need your help rather urgently.

What's this all about?

All three of you are blood group AB negative, is that correct?

You may remember… the man who was injured outside.

Well, he's also AB negative,

which is quite rare, and he requires an urgent blood transfusion.

But why?

You told me that he wasn't affected by the radiation.

Well, I was wrong.

The truth is, we need to operate on him urgently.

And this means we need more plasma.

We'll begin with you.

Thank you, everyone, for your cooperation.

Get started.

Have a seat in the chair, if you don't mind.

We'll choose the vulnerable guests.

We'll let them witness our head of security

laid out inside an incubator like a newborn baby.

They will be the perfect candidates to spread fear among the other guests.

What's wrong? Is it bad?

May I have your arm please, ma'am?

The more that we hide from them,

the more anxious they'll become.

And that will be our modus operandi.

Yeah, that's the same technique we use to induce suspense in movies.

It's what your mind imagines that's most terrifying.

-That's what we learned from Hitchcock. -That's absolute nonsense.

He's supposed to be the director? You've got no fuckin' idea.

What is it you're trying to say?

Hitchcock said the exact opposite.

You have to show the audience that there's a bomb under the table,

then everyone is worried that the bomb is about to explode.

No, if you see the bomb first--

Are we done with the film club? Thank you.

Let's keep things mysterious.

The more we keep things secret, the more they'll imagine the worst.

We'll be communicating using earpieces,

and we'll keep the volume sufficiently loud

so they can catch information.

Swelling in the abdomen.

Imagine their horror.

It's a sign of internal bleeding.

You can go now if you feel okay.

His heart rate is too high.

His heart rate is at 168!

I have to ask you to leave.

Hurry up!

Mimi, what happened?

They wanted my blood.

I think that man is dying. He's going to die.

Dying? Who? Mimi, who's dying?

Remember the man who went outside to fix the antenna?

He's dying from the radiation.

You know what that means for us?

That we're never gonna get outta here.

Pfft.

Told you it would work, huh?

Give me a kiss, man! Isn't this great?

Aren't you happy? Congratulations!

Did you see him?

He's gonna die. He's gonna die.

You did it!

Goosebumps, everywhere! You were… You were… You were amazing!

I mean, your convulsions!

It was terrifying, honestly. We were shocked.

I want you all to go back and keep an eye on our guests.

We don't want any more unexpected events.

And Luca, go get that makeup removed.

-Come on! Time to celebrate! -Wanna come?

-Let's go! Come on. -Let's drink.

Don't come near me, okay?

-Shh… Shh… Shh… -What the hell! Stay away from me!

It's okay.

Calm down. Relax. Calm down. Breathe deeply.

Take a deep breath. Do what I do. Breathe…

Breathe deeply.

Think about what we have achieved to get where we are.

But before you say anything…

No, no.

I'm… I'm sorry… But I have to get out of here, Minerva.

It's normal to feel anxious.

A woman almost died. She almost died in my arms.

And another was in shock, watching me make a fool of myself,

playing make-believe doctor, doing a make-believe operation.

I didn't sign up for this.

We are torturing these poor people.

Relax.

No…

No… we're taking care of them here.

They'll adapt to their new life down here.

You said it yourself, remember?

Humans adapt to everything.

They are the strongest animal to have ever existed.

A gift for you, from Budapest.

Look.

Bernat and Mark helped me do it. Say hi, guys!

So what do you think?

No matter what happens now… we'll be together forever.

I've made a decision… Minerva.

I'm leaving.

And where to?! To some shitty hospital, cleaning bedpans?

Hopefully!

And by the way, you don't have to worry.

I'll never say anything to anyone about what's happening in the bunker.

Of course you will.

Once you're outside, you'll change your mind, same every time!

Someday, a cop will ask you, and you will tell him everything.

Because you can't be trusted!

Today, it's the hospital, tomorrow it's the bunker.

Today, you want a normal life. Tomorrow, something extraordinary.

Today, I want this. Tomorrow, I want that!

You're a weather vane, and thank God I'm a bullet.

Never swaying from my objective. I'm the one who stops you from drowning.

Where do you think you're going?!

-Where are you going?! -Leave me alone.

You had better let me go because if you don't,

I swear I will tell them everything.

I'll tell them the truth.

No.

We have reached the pivotal moment.

With the roller coaster at its pinnacle and a dizzy drop below.

And you have to hold on for dear life because the drop could be fatal.

I have put my trust in you, and now it's your turn to trust me!

Look around you. Look at all of this.

I created all of this.

This engineering masterpiece, it's like a perfect Rubik's cube.

This has never been done before and will never be done again.

And it all came from my brain. The air that you breathe, I filtered it.

The water that you've been drinking, I purified it.

And you agreed to all of this

because life by my side has been incredible!

And when all of this is over, you'll have a better life.

And you'll have me to thank for that.

You'll be thanking me every day for the rest of your life!

It's only now… that… I realize…

just how much I loved you.

I loved you so much that I was blind to your madness because I was happy.

But then today… when I saw you smiling…

when I saw your eyes light up, proud of what you'd achieved,

while all those people were suffering and grieving the loss of their families

and their friends, it was then… I knew.

I knew it was over. I knew this was the end.

No, please. Don't leave. I'm begging.

-Let me go. -Don't leave!

Julia…

I've brought you some medication.

Lorazepam, diazepam, and diazolane.

Take whichever you want.

I'm your doctor, not the other way around.

You understand me?

No!

Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy