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Dr. Emma? What are you trying to do there?

The water's rotten. I don't want anyone getting sick.

That's the gas line. You'll blow us all up if you keep hitting it.

You need to clean that nasty wound.

- I've got bottled water at home, we can-- - No, no, thank you. It's fine. I'm okay.

I'm looking for the shut-off valve. Where can I find it?

Oh no, doctor, every building around here has five different valves.

It depends on which zone it's in, and... the tank.

It's gonna take you all day.

MY SAD DEAD

You have reached the Federal Water and Sanitation Agency.

If you're experiencing water service issues, press one.

The corporate morons stuck me with a robot, but I'm not giving up.

...administrative department, press two.

None of our representatives are available at this time.

Please leave a message after the beep.

They don't give a shit if we all end up dead.

Motherfuckers. They don't care.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's fine.

I saw you at the soccer field.

You were helping those girls.

You know... people see what they want.

And you imagined seeing all that stuff.

I want to ask you a favor.

She got bitten by a dog, but she didn't tell me at the time.

She hid the wound from me,

because she wanted to keep working at the salon.

I... thought that...

that she was pregnant.

She would faint all over the place.

The dog's disease was already in her heart by then.

She talks to me and keeps saying that she's sorry.

She's asked me to take all of her stuff out of here.

I found her crying, right here, in her bed.

Sofía?

Can you hear me?

Do you understand me?

- How long have you been able to hear her? - It's been a couple of days.

Have you been drinking tap water?

Yes, to make mate, but for nothing else.

Just don't drink it anymore.

Hey, hey, doc!

- Wait up. - What is it?

It's my brother, he needs help. Please. He's in a lot of pain, doctor.

I'm sorry, but I can't right now, I have to go.

Please, doctor. He's suffering. Please.

Valentino and I are devoted to the Gaucho.

So you're twins?

You can see him?

Yeah, he's drunk.

He fell down the stairs when he got home from work.

And everyone said the same thing.

That no one heard him fall.

But it's a lie.

They said, "That's the evil twin right there."

"Let that fucking drunk get up on his own."

The Gaucho is really angry, you see?

They want to set the shrine on fire.

So that Valentino shuts up.

Valentino, can you hear me?

Hey.

Show some respect for the Gaucho, man.

You've got tickets to the game tonight, don't you?

Bro, I've got two tickets to see Nueva Chicago.

I got them as a surprise for you.

Wanna come?

But the game starts in half an hour. You should go.

You know, we have to get going.

Come on, now. Get a move on. Let's go!

Let's go.

Please, let's go. Let's go, please.

Please, God, look out for Erick.

May he be by your side, at peace.

What happened here?

He got here from Bolivia just two weeks ago. He didn't have any papers.

He said his name was Erick.

And what happened to Erick?

There was a gas leak.

He stayed in bed that day because he was sick.

And when we got back from work, we found him dead in his bed.

Shh.

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Emma! Mari saw some guy busting the lock on the gate.

- I did. - Look.

So he's inside?

- Yes. - He's in there.

- Is Carolina in there? - I don't know if she is.

- I don't either. I just got here. - Looks like she drove over.

Yeah, of course, I borrowed her car.

When did you see him break in?

Um... about ten minutes ago, I think.

I even called the cops, because I thought it might've been Gustavo coming after me.

- Who's Gustavo? - My boyfriend.

Um, actually my ex.

Oh.

There's someone in the shower.

To the place

I belong

West Virginia

Mountain mama

Take me home

Country roads

Tom?

Tom!

Coming.

- Tom, did you break in? - I did.

Uh, sorry, Emma.

I needed to get in and I didn't have a key, so I broke the lock.

I'm sorry. It was the only way.

Heh.

I have nothing to say. Nothing.

- Nothing. - Do you not smell that?

Huh?

The water. Smells of rotten egg. You really don't smell it?

Oh.

I didn't realize it. I thought it was the towels.

- Guess not. - Tom, why are you here?

Uh, I came back, uh... because they hired someone else.

- A Mexican guy got the job there. - They hired him full-time?

Mmm... not sure. Probably not.

Ugh... you really smell awful, Tomás.

- Cover yourself. - Really?

I'm getting bottled water.

- Did you swallow any water? - Swallow?

You were singing. Did you swallow any water?

Sure, I was singing, but I didn't swallow any water.

It's not like you can sing and swallow at the same time, Emma.

Again, I'm sorry, but I had to come inside as soon as I got here

because I didn't know how long you guys would be gone.

I mean, it's quite obvious that I'm pretty strong.

But honestly, anybody could break that lock, Emma.

I'd recommend you install an alarm system.

You know, they're not that expensive anymore.

Good idea.

Uh, so where were you two?

Where do you think I was? Looking for Julie.

And?

And the police simply can't find her.

They keep saying she's an adult.

That's it.

Then what are we supposed to do?

That's exactly what I'd like to know as well.

But wait, if the police can't find her, then who will?

- I mean, what are we gonna do now? - I don't know what to do.

Well, should we go ahead and hire a private detective?

- Come on! - I mean it!

If we hire a private detective, I'll pay for it.

I'll do anything if I could find my daughter.

Oh, please, Tomás, give me a break.

What are you even saying?

You know this is all your fault.

What?

Yes, it is.

- It's my fault? - Yeah, it's all your fault.

The two of us decided on it.

- How could you say something like that? - I didn't decide it!

You're the one who's always deciding what other people should do. I'm tired of it.

- I'm done. - You've never decided anything?

You might've hit your head.

- Maybe I should have you committed too. - No! This was you.

You dragged me into this! You drove me crazy, Lidia!

You're something else! You're a piece of shit.

- You are a horrific parent! - You son of a bitch.

- You never loved Julie. No. - You are a real piece of shit!

- What are you even talking about? - Stop.

Please cut it out. Right now. Cut it out.

Emma, she doesn't love her. That woman does not love her daughter.

You're a piece of shit.

- A total piece of shit, that's what. - Oh boy, we're done.

Did you hear that?

- Did you hear it? - Huh?

Wait, aren't you hearing that?

Say what you've got to say.

- Say it to my face, you coward. - Em...

Emma, is it Susana?

You swallowed water.

- What's going on, Emma? Is it Susana? - Just calm down.

- Listen to that! Shh! - Emma, what did you say to him?

- Listen! - Wait.

- Did you get into his head? - Susana, that you?

What did you tell him?

- No, no, it's okay. - No, no, no. Oh, God.

Julie was right all along!

- I don't want to talk with the dead! - You're an idiot and a coward!

I'm hearing your mom! That's your mom right there!

Julie wasn't crazy at all!

What's happening? That's your mother! It is!

- It's Susana! Your mother's here! - Tom.

- No, no, no, no. - I can't!

Tom, just open the door. Open the fucking door!

- Open the door. Stop hitting it. - Go away! Just leave me alone.

Open the door. Tom, you're about to have a meltdown!

- Don't do that. Just stop. - Tom! Open the door!

Stop doing that!

- Stop! You're gonna break the door! - Open it! Open the door!

What's going on? What the hell did he hear?

I've no idea.

Maybe he got sick from the water.

I mean, apparently there are some dead pigeons inside the tank.

That's why the water smells rotten.

Oh, fuck.

Ugh.

Tom.

- Get your ass out here. - No, no.

- Julie... - Tom.

Tom.

Try to throw up.

You're gonna feel better.

Tom?

Don't pretend you can't hear me. You're right across from me.

Just stop being such a crybaby. Get out of there!

- Get out of there already! - Fuck off!

Asshole! Fuck you!

- No, fuck you! - Fuck you, you son of a bitch.

Get out of there!

- When are you gonna grow some balls? - Carolina, come back.

Tomás and Lidia are screaming at each other like maniacs.

I can't handle this on my own. Please, I need you here.

- Leave me alone, you bitch! - Open the fucking door!

- Pablo? - It's okay, girls.

- They're cats. - What's going on?

- It's okay. They're just cats. - Relax.

- They're fighting. - Hi, girls.

- I'm scared. - Don't cry. I'm here.

- I'm coming in. - Uh...

I'm gonna take them to Luisa's.

No. Give me a second. Just wait.

Our house was robbed just a week ago.

He climbed on the roof to get in the house.

And did he?

No, he fell.

- Where? - Out there, right on the fence.

The guy died right away.

I couldn't do anything.

So he just attempted to rob you.

Well, the guy didn't get into my house.

But he got onto my property.

That's him screaming.

He slipped, then fell.

Broke his back.

Do you see him?

No, luckily not.

I'm sorry.

So when you got here, he was dead?

Yes. He was.

Stay there.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Now your problem is my problem as well.

I'm sorry.

- I know what happened. - I told you what happened.

Why don't you tell me again, to see if it's convincing?

He didn't die right away. Do you not know how to call an ambulance?

Your coworkers covered for you.

- Listen, doctor... - You let him die.

- I'd never do that. - Don't you dare play dumb.

How was I to know he wasn't dead? I'm not a doctor.

Do you think I believe you?

Why are you acting like a saint, huh?

I had to make a decision right away.

I did what I had to do.

- I saved my daughters. - Yeah?

- He didn't even attack you. - Who cares about that?

They put him in an ambulance, save his shitty life,

and a month later, he's back here trying to rob us again.

Is that what you're telling your daughters?

Not that you left the police force for being a murderer?

That guy broke into my house, okay? It's his fault.

If he didn't want to get hurt, he should've thought about it beforehand.

- I always protect my own. - Right.

Your father would never do something like that.

I knew him very well.

I treated him for 30 years in this exact same house.

I thought you might've inherited his compassion, but clearly not.

The screams are gone for now. But they'll be back again.

You've got to tell your girls about it.

Letting someone die is the same as killing them.

Hello?

Okay.

All right, I'm on my way.

What's going on?

I didn't let the keys out of my sight for a second.

And the door wasn't forced open.

Uh, does anyone else have the keys to the apartment?

It was my daughter.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. Don't worry about it.

Carolina, if you're not going to answer me,

you can't just come to my apartment unannounced.

The real estate guy almost had a heart attack because of you.

Come on, call me already. Quit being so stubborn.

You can't stay angry at me forever.

Can we call a truce?

This is my mom, and this is yours.

So mean. She's always been mean.

- Was she that serious all the time? - Always.

Did she ever get sad?

Emma? No.

Your grandma was the sad one. And she had a drinking problem.

You can imagine. I mean, why wouldn't she, after having a weird daughter like that?

I mean, the girl saw dead people. She'd always talk to empty chairs.

She used to tell the neighbors she could talk to their dead relatives.

Ah...

Mom was terrified of Emma when she was little.

So she'd lock her up. She wouldn't feed her for two days.

But she never hit her. Mm-mm. Never.

And when Emma would come out, she'd say she'd made it all up,

and would be locked up again for telling lies.

It was awful. Hell.

But you did believe her.

Yeah, I did. I still do.

I want to.

But your grandma... she just couldn't, you know?

It was a different time back then, and I...

I honestly think we should forgive her, don't you?

Well, I think the hardest thing is forgiving yourself, isn't it?

Yeah, sure, but you don't need to talk to me in that condescending way.

And sometimes, she even made me laugh.

Who, my mom?

- Julie. - Ah.

You know, the nurses were all terrified of her.

They were all horrified about her little spirits.

And by the second day, they'd open the door and let her walk away.

You see, she was able to escape 20 times.

No one would take her in anymore, ever.

And to top it off, she'd fuck everybody.

They'd call us all the time for inappropriate behavior.

Can you believe they would say something like that?

A psych unit? Cuckoo.

Where else were we supposed to take her, Caro?

Hello.

I'm from Piedrabuena.

You need to take a number and wait for us to call you.

You joking?

It's right over there.

This one?

- How may I help? - I need you to send someone right now.

I've called them, and insulted them as well.

I've been waiting for days now. It's an emergency.

What's the emergency?

So there's a tank, for water, that's quite full right now.

Unfortunately, the water is contaminated.

- You have the case number? - No.

They gave you one when you reported the emergency.

I don't have it here.

What?

Without the number, I can't give you any details about any of it.

Details? Oh, no, no. I don't need any details.

The details are etched in my memory by now. I can tell you about them.

You wanna know? Should I tell you?

Buckle up.

I killed ten elderly patients who were about to die of COVID.

I took their oxygen and gave it to other patients, who could be saved.

Now everyone calls me a killer.

Plus, then I got sued. And my mother died after that.

That's when I got fired. And now my only niece is missing.

She's probably dead, and it's all my fault.

And now I'm trying to rent out my apartment, so perhaps I don't end up poor,

because I don't know when I'll get my pension.

My daughter doesn't pick up when I call her.

She's a bit messed up, all thanks to me.

My mother, who's dead already, shouts at me all the time,

but no one can hear her, because she's dead.

Although now, somehow, others can hear it as well.

But that's your doing.

You people did this, and this shit company you're representing,

that is currently giving clean water to the one percent,

and dumping contaminated water on us.

Hmm?

I can open a new case and give you a new number.

Thank you.

Of course. Name and address, please.

Yeah. Um...

You could go fuck yourself.

You lost your phone again?

No.

Where's Tomás?

He's not here.

What happened?

What happened is that Tomás is too used to Oregon.

Every time Julie would run away,

the police would find her within half an hour, can you believe that?

So what then? Did he call the police?

Uh... I don't think he called. He went there.

Lidia asked me to drive her around and look for Tomás.

- Yeah. - Do you know where he is?

Uh... no.

I have no idea. But what if Julie comes?

What should I tell her? "Your dad's missing?"

I think Julie's dead.

If she wasn't, she would be here.

I'm not stupid, Emma.

Why'd you say that?

I made a decision.

What? You're gonna kill her?

I clearly need to be the one in touch with reality.

You don't think I'm in touch with reality?

Carolina, you're not in this house.

I tried reaching you all day.

Well, it's the first time I'm hearing things. I'm overwhelmed by all of it.

You see? Imagine being able to hear them everywhere.

My entire life.

- I don't get it. - What don't you get?

Is Julie like you?

- Yes. - And I'm not like you.

I don't have the gene.

- It's not a gene. - What, then?

It's...

Who should I ask about this?

Well, I don't know. I honestly don't, Carolina. And I don't really care.

It is how it is.

I just... was born this way.

You don't see me go about life questioning why I can hear things that others can't.

That's it, let's move on.

Caro.

It's Grandma.

- Uh... - Hear it?

No.

No.

If you take a picture, I'll kill you.

It's always fucking cold in Oregon. It snows all year long.

I would always wonder... what you might've cooked.

What you might say to her.

Ma, are you even here?

Everyone else hears you, but I don't.

Ma.

I didn't believe Julie because you said she was crazy.

She wants to hear Grandma.

Where's Julie?

I want them to bring her back.

And... I don't know.

Would you tell me how I'm supposed to treat her, to bring her back to me?

Please.

Ma?

Are you there?

- Lidia. - Huh?

I'm going to give you a Xanax, okay?

Uh... Yeah, sure. I took one.

But you should know these drugs are like poison.

But you gave Julie drugs without an issue.

Not now, Mom.

Yeah, because I trust the doctors.

You're aware I'm a doctor, right?

But you're the one that kills old people.

What was her actual diagnosis?

There were many. But mostly psychosis is what they told us.

But it's not psychosis.

How am I supposed to know anything?

I wash people's hair in a salon for a living.

Did you at least tell them it wasn't psychosis?

Yes, I did.

What did they tell you?

They sent me to go talk to a social worker,

and she said for me to never say that again out loud,

or they would consider me unfit to be her mother.

They'd take Julie away from me.

Why didn't you just come back to Argentina?

You don't really have a knack for helping the living.

What?

Since my family and I left to go live in North America,

you never called Julie once.

She ran away from the hospital, and you didn't even go after her.

I moved back exclusively for my mother.

I went four full months, no sleep,

living with her, unable to calm her down.

And every time she screamed, I would throw up.

Until the day when she coughed up her vocal cords.

Do you have any idea what it was like to hear her in that kind of pain,

screaming without vocal cords?

You're a doctor, Emma, please. That's not what this is.

Of course not.

Our mother took care of Carolina so you could become the hospital director.

Isn't that true?

- So? - So.

Your daughter is asking you to talk to Facundo. But what do you do?

You help everyone else in the neighborhood but Caro.

It's worse than it was 20 years ago.

Why bring me here, Caro?

For me.

Why am I really here?

I don't wanna do this alone.

- Can you hear Facundo? - Help me!

Is this where he died?

Close by.

With me.

You were with him?

Can you hear him or not?

I can hear several people dying at the same time.

They have syringes hanging from their arms.

Is one of them supposed to be Facundo?

I forgot how his voice was.

Mom, you're really pale.

- Never mind. Let's go. - Wait.

Sit over there.

It's gross, I'm not going to.

Show me how he was.

Just show me. What position was Facundo in, exactly?

Something like this.

His arms were trembling.

He had no strength left. He begged me to inject him.

There wasn't a single vein that wasn't infected. But you know, Mama...

I found one.

Caro.

- It's him. - Why is he like that?

- Like what? - You gave him something?

Morphine.

It wasn't my fault.

He was the cutest and funniest of them all. He was incredible.

Don't you start with that.

Hmm?

Don't worry, I'm not in love with you.

But I never forgot you.

You ruined me, Facundo.

Is that your mom right there?

No, I have no idea who she is.

You injected him. He remembers it really well.

Yeah, he started off slowly.

Mushrooms, LSD, then all of a sudden...

When he started his residency, he came up to me

and said that morphine was much more important than life itself.

And when I'd see him around here...

it was like seeing him slowly wilt.

And he told me, "Go on, just do it, Caro."

So I went up to the hospital, grabbed a dose, came back down, gave it to him,

and said, "Facundo, when you wake up, be prepared

because I am taking you straightaway to rehab."

But he just never woke up.

So you stole the morphine.

Yeah, from the university hospital.

And you said it was the last time.

It was the last time.

And it would be the last time I ever injected him.

How much morphine?

Not a lot.

But it was contaminated.

Other patients died because of it. It was on the news.

So you're saying it wasn't your fault?

I had no idea.

- But you killed Facundo. - I didn't kill anyone.

- He was dying anyway. - Still, he didn't kill himself.

You went there, you stole it, you gave the injection,

and you got yourself in a spectacular shit show of a life.

Huh.

What's going on?

Something odd's going on.

You okay?

I have no idea what to do with you.

I don't know what to do with you. What should I do with you?

Well, what do you mean?

I wish you were dead.

I don't know why I even come here.

I'm aware you're my mom, and I'm your daughter.

But you can't be my mom, because I'm not like you.

I'm just not like you.

I'm not like you.

- Calm down, Caroli-- - You could never be my mom!

BUENOS AIRES POLICE

Ju... Ju...

Julie.

Julie.

The police are here.

Go see what they want.

Can you go?

Good afternoon, ma'am.

We've found enough evidence for us to believe

that your niece's body is in the neighborhood's contaminated water tank.

What is all this?

We're not gonna get through. They won't let us.

Come on, move out of the way. Move!

What have you done, Emma?

What the fuck did you do now?

Please clear this area. We're working here.

We need to move these people.

This is all your fault, you crazy witch.

You fucking witch!

- Fucking witch! - Make way.

Wait. Lidia, listen to me. Wait.

- Come on, guys, let's move. - How can they be sure it's Julie?

No, they're not sure.

- That's why we should just leave. - But I wanna see her myself.

I have to, I need to see her.

Make space. This is heavy equipment! Please get out of the way!

- This area's restricted. - I'm her mother.

- She's the mother. - Two women are through.

You can't be here, ma'am. Please step back.

Move that out of the way. Come on. Quickly!

It's such a mess down here!

Please, let these people work.

Please, step back immediately.

Almost heaven

West Virginia

- Blue Ridge Mountains - What's that smell?

Shenandoah River

Life is old there

Older than the trees

Younger than the mountains

Growin' like a breeze

Country roads

Take me home

To the place

I belong

West Virginia

Mountain mama

Take me home

Country roads

All my memories

Gather round her

Miner's lady

Stranger to blue water

Dark and dusty

Painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine

BASED ON THE WORK OF MARIANA ENRIQUEZ

Teardrop in my eye

Country roads

Take me home

To the place

I belong

West Virginia

Mountain mama

Take me home

Country roads

I hear her voice in the mornin' hour

She calls me

The radio reminds me of my home

Far away

Drivin' down the road, I get a feelin'

That I should have been home yesterday

Yesterday

Country roads

Take me home

To the place

I belong

West Virginia

Mountain mama

Take me home

Country roads

Country roads

Take me home

To the place

I belong

West Virginia

Mountain mama

Take me home

Country roads

Take me home

Down country roads

Take me home

Down country roads

IN MEMORY OF CLAUDIA VIVIAN SCHIJMAN NICOLÁS ELISSETCHE GARRIDO