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You wanted to see me?

I hope you have good news.

25 YEARS LATER

They're not so good.

I need more time, Luisa.

That's what you said last year.

I know, but…

the material isn't ready yet.

You've got nothing, right?

I do, I just don't know if I wanna get back to horror.

Sorry?

I'd like to…

explore other genres.

-To… -Okay.

"The author who redefined horror in Latin America."

"The story that's sweeping bookstores."

"Terror has a new name:

Mercedes Vega."

Yes, I know, Luisa. I know.

Then what?

Do you want to be a serious writer?

Do you want to get awards?

You know it's not that.

I just want to…

try and do something different.

Write something different.

Okay, listen to me.

Take your time to think this over.

As your editor, I wouldn't recommend it.

But I'll help you, okay?

Thank you.

I can delay the book launch by a few months,

but I need to present something soon.

You can count on that.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

You've got some fan mail.

Do people still write letters?

Well,

there are still some romantics out there.

Those are the interesting ones.

Coffee?

Always.

Soon!

Okay.

MERCEDES, I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE THIS WORLD WITHOUT SEEING YOU ONE LAST TIME. DAD

-Hello? -Hello?

Yeah? Who's this?

It's Mercedes. Mercedes Vega.

Mercedes? I'm surprised. I didn't expected you--

I'm sorry. Who's this?

-It's me. Belén. -Who?

Belén, Ana María's daughter.

Oh, right.

I'd like to speak to Jaime. Is he available?

He… he can't talk right now.

Could you ask him to call me? Will you jot down my number?

Listen, your dad is not okay.

He isn't okay at all.

What do you mean?

He's dying, Mercedes.

He doesn't have much time left.

If you want to speak to him, you'd better come and see him.

And soon.

Hello?

Hello?

Mercedes?

Belén?

-Yes. -Nice to meet you.

-Sorry I let myself in, I just… -No, it's fine.

Welcome.

So we finally meet, huh?

After so long…

-I wasn't sure you'd come. -Yeah, me neither.

Um…

-Was it hard to find-- -Can I see Jaime?

Yeah, of course.

Follow me.

I'll see if he's awake.

Jaime.

You've got a visitor.

Should I let her in?

You can come in.

Hello, Jaime.

How are you?

Jaime.

Do you hear me?

Look, Dad.

Look who's come to visit us.

Huh?

Who is it?

Your daughter.

Mercedes. You do remember her, don't you?

Is she here?

Hello, Jaime.

At last…

-You came back. -Yeah.

-It's been so long. -I'm here.

They told me you'd never come back,

and that you were dead.

What?

Julián? Dead? Not a chance.

I didn't believe them.

They said I was crazy.

I knew you wouldn't abandon me.

Come, give me a hug.

Look, Jaime. I'm your daughter, Mercedes.

My brother is dead.

What's wrong, son?

-Julián, are you okay? -Okay.

It's okay, Dad.

-You can keep talking later. Okay. -Julián, are you okay?

Time for your meds, Dad. Here.

Dad.

Open your mouth.

There you go.

Water.

Water.

Very good. Okay.

What does he have, exactly?

He suffers from irreversible neurological deterioration.

It was mild at first,

but it's got worse over the last few months.

He wouldn't eat nor get out of bed.

But he's lucid.

Not so much as before.

He recognizes you.

That's not always the case.

Has he been examined by a doctor?

-Yes, several of them. -What did they say?

The main problem is his heart.

It's very weak.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

I think it's a matter of days now.

He's letting himself die.

I don't get it.

I don't get how he wrote that letter in such a state.

-It makes no sense. -What letter?

The one he sent to the publishing house.

I don't know what you're talking about.

It's a letter.

I had no clue about this.

Someone must've helped him 'cause--

There's only me here.

Then how would you explain this?

Maybe he wrote it some time ago,

when he was still fine.

No, the date is recent. Look--

I don't know what to tell you.

Okay.

-You're leaving? -I am.

I'll look around for a place to crash

and be back tomorrow to try and talk to him.

Thank you, Belén.

Well…

you can stay here if you want.

There's plenty of room.

Oh no, I don't want to cause you any more trouble.

Oh, not at all. I'd be pleased.

Besides,

this is your house.

Okay.

I was literally dying to know you.

You can leave your stuff here.

My room's next door, so…

we'll be close.

-I can give you another room. -No, it's fine.

Your dad never wanted to change anything.

He left everything untouched.

-Do you need anything? -I just want to rest.

Okay.

There are bedsheets,

towels…

Mm-hmm.

Do you have any sleepwear?

Mmm. No, it's okay.

I was planning on staying somewhere near to work,

so it's cool.

So…

do you have anything new?

New?

A novel, something to share…

Mmm.

Not for now.

I mean, I should, but…

What? You're dealing with a creative block?

Yeah, kind of.

Well, maybe you'll find some inspiration around here.

Here, Dad.

A bit more.

Mmm.

Very good, Dad.

Right.

Okay. Very good, Daddy.

Mmm.

Why didn't you tell me anything?

I didn't know she'd come.

It's okay.

I'm gonna help you.

You know you can count on me.

Belén?

-I didn't mean to scare you. -What are you doing here?

You called me, didn't you?

Are you okay? What's wrong?

-There's blood. -Blood?

The pillow, it…

-There's nothing here. -But I…

-Hey, what's wrong? -That sound.

The sipping.

You hear it?

-Easy. -You hear it?

Calm down, everything's fine.

Everything's fine, okay?

You need to get some rest.

Relax.

It's been a tough one today.

But you're here now.

You're home.

I'm gonna take care of you.

I'm gonna take care of you forever.

Mercedes?

Mercedes, are you okay?

I'm sorry, I heard noises.

Huh?

Hey, what's wrong?

I just had a nightmare and I…

-Okay. -I got hurt, I don't know.

Maybe you bite yourself while sleeping.

It happens to me all the time.

Come.

Okay.

It's fine.

Call me if you need anything, okay?

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

Morning, Jaime.

You feel better today?

Did you get some rest?

Where's Belén?

-She's there. -Belén!

I'm right here, Daddy.

I'm right here with you.

Calm down.

Jaime,

you wrote me this letter asking me to come visit you.

No…

I didn't write this.

Okay. Do you remember who helped you writing it?

How did you get to the post office?

Did someone take you there?

That bitch.

That dirty bitch!

Don't scratch yourself.

-Don't scratch yourself. -Nasty bitch.

Not again, Dad. Please.

That dirty bitch!

Dirty bitch!

That dirty little…

Dirty little fucker!

Dirty little bitch!

That dirty… dirty little…

-Easy, Dad. -What did you inject him with?

Morphine.

It helps him overcome crises.

And those marks?

They're bedsores.

He just spends a lot of time in bed.

He scratches them and they get infected.

Okay. It's okay now.

Where are the horses?

They were the only thing that made me come back.

They're gone.

Did you use to come here a lot?

We just spent one summer here.

I think I was ten.

After that, my parents separated

and I never came back.

That's when you guys stopped seeing each other?

"Guys…"

I mean,

if you can call it that.

Do you still hold a grudge against him?

Some things are not easily forgiven, Belén.

And your dad?

He never existed.

Jaime is the closest thing to a father I ever had.

Now with Mom gone,

he's the only family I have left.

And you too, in a way.

Have you decided what you'll do with the farm when Jaime's gone?

No, I haven't.

Well, I…

I've got some ideas for this place.

Maybe we could partner up.

I could stay and live here

and you could come every so often to write.

We could make it work.

Maybe.

Jesús!

-Morning. How are you? -Morning.

This is Mercedes. She's Jaime's daughter.

-Nice to meet you. -Same.

Jaime's daughter, huh?

His real daughter. I'm more like an impostor.

Don't say that.

Jesús works at the farm.

He makes it all work. Don't you?

Like your father said--

Like your father says,

"Jesús is our savior."

-These are the week's groceries. -Okay.

-Should I take them to the house? -I can do it.

-You sure? -Yeah. Would you help me?

Of course.

See, Jesús? We don't need you.

-Here you go. -Okay, then.

-I'll be right here if you need me. -Thanks.

-Is everything okay? -Yeah, I was just…

Actually, I'd like to stay here a few days more.

I really want to…

talk to him before--

I get it.

I mean, if you don't mind.

Oh no. Not at all.

We could take care of him together.

I could teach you how.

Yeah.

There's one other thing I wanted to talk to you about.

I mean, it's just that…

don't you think Jaime would be better off in a place

where he's provided with medical care?

What place?

I don't know, a clinic or hospital.

I don't think so.

Listen, Belén, I'm not a doctor, but--

Right.

You're not.

I know. All I say is that--

Look, I'm just trying to respect his will.

I may not be his biological daughter,

but I know he doesn't want to die in a hospital,

but here, at home.

Do you want to stay?

You can stay as long as you want.

But you haven't seen him in 25 years.

So please don't tell me how to handle things.

MY BROTHER'S BODY…

WAS STILL SWINGING WHEN I GOT TO THE SHED.

It's ready.

Mmm.

Okay.

-You really don't want to eat? -I'm okay.

Oh, come on. Don't be disrespectful to our cook.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm on a detox

and I can just have this.

Beer?

No, thanks.

-You? -Yes, please. A toast?

-Come on. -I really can't.

-Please. -Oh, don't be like that.

Okay. Just because it's you.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Mmm!

This is so good.

-You're missing on it. -Mmm.

Okay, stop. I'm really making a sacrifice here.

So you're on a yogurt diet?

No, it's not yogurt.

It's a typical brew from the area.

They make it in town.

It helps you cleanse your mind and body.

Women have it when they wanna get pregnant.

They say chances are higher.

-You wanna get pregnant? -No, I don't.

Okay.

Do you want some?

Definitely not.

You never wanted to be a mom?

I'm not mom material.

And even if I was, I don't have the time to devote to it.

Besides, I'm at the peak of my career, so, uh-uh, no chance.

Belén told me you're a writer.

Can you honestly make a living off of writing books?

You can if you sell enough of them.

Mercedes is one of the most famous authors of the country.

No, I'm not. No.

-Yes, you are. -I'm not.

You should read her novels. You'd love them.

Well, they're supposed to frighten you, so…

-They're horror stories. -Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

They all take place in this town, right?

No, it's a fictional town,

so it could be any town.

But they're identical, right?

I mean, the descriptions, the landscapes, the farm…

Which novel did you read?

All three of them.

The ones that were published.

And Jaime? Has he read any of them?

I read them to him when he was still okay.

So?

Did he like them?

He never told me.

But… I know he's beyond proud of you.

Okay, Jaime.

Come on, Jaime.

You didn't eat a bite.

All right, meds time.

Come on, Jaime.

You really don't know who I am, do you?

Okay.

Rest up.

Is it okay like this?

Get it off me.

What did you say?

Julián, son, get it off me.

Are you hot? I can take off the blanket.

The bug's killing me.

-Get it off me. -What bug?

What are you talking about? Don't scratch yourself.

Don't do that. You'll hurt yourself.

Jaime, don't.

Jaime! Jaime, don't!

Don't!

Get it off me!

Belén!

-Please help me! -Belén!

-Help me! -Okay, okay.

-Please get it off me! -Okay, Jaime. Okay.

-Get it off me! -Okay.

Help me!

-Okay! Jaime… -Get it off me!

Help me!

No!

It's okay.

How is he?

Better.

Did you follow the dose?

Yes, just like you told me this morning.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Belén.

Something's off with his belly.

Something kind of moved…

inside it.

Something like what?

I-I don't know what it was,

but there's something inside him.

Something weird…

Mmm?

-He-- -Hey.

Easy. He'll be fine.

Don't worry.

You didn't heard what I said. There's something inside him.

I did hear you.

But look at him.

There's nothing there.

Look. We can call the doctor tomorrow to examine him

and make sure he's all right, mmm?

Okay?

Okay.

I'll adjust some doses.

I detailed them here.

If he doesn't eat or move,

you need to come to terms with the idea that…

Thank you, doctor.

In case you need it.

Morphine?

This final stage is the most difficult.

-We don't want him to suffer further. -Exactly.

Don't you think Jaime would be better off at a hospital?

I could cover the expenses.

Did he try to escape again?

No.

Whether at home or at hospital, his condition won't improve.

It's up to you to decide

how and where he'll spend his final moments.

If you can afford it and take care of him the way you've been doing it,

my advice is you let him stay here.

Now if you'll excuse me…

It's okay.

-You're okay now? -No.

No, I'm not okay.

What did he mean he tried to escape, Belén?

Never mind, it happened long ago.

We found him on the way to town.

When did it happen?

-A few weeks ago. -A few weeks?

When were you planning to tell me?

Hasn't it occurred to you that maybe that's when he sent me the letter?

I don't care what the doctor says, this isn't the best place for Jaime,

let alone in his state.

-Again? -What?

This house is isolated and you're here on your own.

So far I've managed quite well.

You have? 'Cause you didn't hear me when I called you yesterday.

-Yesterday, for the first time in months… -Yeah?

…I relaxed for a moment

'cause I thought you'd cover for me.

-But you didn't even last five minutes. -He almost died within those five--

If you're implying

I'm not taking care of him as I should and that I'm not suitable for--

I'm not implying that!

I just think Jaime needs professional care and you need to rest.

What my dad needs is to die in peace.

And what I need is none of your business.

That's how it's always been, and will continue to be once you're gone.

FRESH MILK

Sorry, I poured myself some. I just wanted to try it.

-It's okay. -Really?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Belén, can I help you?

-You're-- -I'm okay.

Belén?

What's wrong? Belén?

Leave me alone.

Belén.

Belén?

Belén, are you all right?

Just leave me alone!

The bug was already there when my father bought the house.

The house where we spent that summer.

At least, that's what my brother said,

that a monstrous insect visited him every night

and was slowly driving him mad.

Nobody believed him when he showed us the marks.

My parents said he gave them to himself,

that Julián was sick,

sick to the head.

That's how they explained it to me.

No one ever mentioned that night again.

The night that I accepted to be on guard at the foot of his bed,

ready to shoot as soon as it showed up

and determined to keep my promise of not falling asleep.

I don't know when sleep won the fight.

But it was a sound, infinite sleep

I'm still unsure

I have woken up from.

Mercedes.

You called me?

Come on in.

How are you feeling?

I'm okay, but I'm exhausted.

Mmm. Do you know what you got?

It was just my stomach. But I'm…

I'm okay now. It happens to me sometimes.

Mmm-hmm.

Come.

You know…

when my family split up, I just…

I mean, my mom was a complicated woman

and the relationship with my dad just… You know…

I had my share of problems.

I went through an eating disorder,

so I don't know if you--

No, I don't think I have that.

Well, I think that…

Hey, look.

Look what I've got here.

-Oh? -Look.

Belén.

-See? I'm your biggest fan. -Mmm.

So… do you want me to sign your copies for you?

You'd better.

Also…

I didn't intend to…

downplay what you've done for Jaime.

Actually, I can only…

thank you.

I'm here if you need to talk.

I know.

Did you check on him?

Yeah, he's… he's resting.

I'll give him his dinner now.

Would you rather I do it?

No, no, no.

No, you get some rest.

Here.

Jaime?

Jaime?

Belén!

Belén!

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no… No, no, no!

No! Jaime, don't!

No, no, no! Belén!

Belén!

I'll do it. Wait.

Jaime! No, no!

Please hurry.

We gotta keep a closer watch and be on permanent guard.

I can stay with him tonight.

-I told you I don't drink. -Tonight will be an exception.

I'd like to talk to you about--

You'll tell me this wouldn't have happened at a hospital?

No.

So?

Don't you think Jaime's trying to tell us something?

What, exactly?

It's quite obvious, Belén.

Isn't it?

What do you mean?

We're not there, he kills himself.

I mean, it doesn't make sense for him to keep suffering like this--

I just don't get it.

You wanna help him or take a weight off your shoulders?

No, I just… Look, I'm saying exactly what the doctor said.

-He suggested it. -We understood different things, then.

-You said he's letting himself die. -That's his call to make, not mine.

He's not some dog you can sacrifice.

Who said anything about sacrificing him?

All I say is we go and ask him what he really wants.

Listen, just three days ago,

your father was leading an orderly life along with a fixed routine

and none of this had ever happened.

Are you implying this is my fault?

Well, maybe your presence

doesn't exactly bring back the best memories.

Okay, mmm.

You're right.

Mmm, yeah. I guess it's better if I leave tomorrow

'cause I…

I'm not of much help here.

Belén doesn't serve my purpose.

You're the one I need.

Belén?

Jaime?

-Are you okay? -No.

I know what's going on. We must get out of here now.

What are you saying?

This may sound crazy,

but there's a bug in this house, a parasite.

-You're delirious. -No. No, no, no.

It comes at night and attacks us while we sleep. I swear, it's…

Look.

You must have this too. Why don't you…

My brother always said something was off here,

but no one believed him, not even me.

And the same thing's happening to Jaime.

He's not mad.

-Okay, breathe. -Belén, we… Oh, God.

-Breathe. -Okay.

I think you're just imagining things.

I'm not crazy.

-No, I didn't say you were. -I…

I'm just saying

that everything you're going through

is making you believe things that aren't true.

Why don't you go and lie down?

No. No, I'm… I'm not sleeping in that room.

Come.

Shh.

Come here.

-No, I don't want-- -Just lie down.

-I don't want to… -I'll take care of you.

Okay?

Now lie down.

No. No, no, Belén.

You really didn't hear or see anything strange in this house?

Something like what? A bug?

No.

No, no, no.

Well, this is the countryside, so bugs…

are to be expected.

That's completely normal.

-Come on, lie down. -No.

Just lie down. I'll stay here with you for a while.

Come on.

No…

Hey.

You're shaking.

All right, let's do something.

We'll talk to Jesús tomorrow

and ask him to spray the house, okay?

He knows about these things.

All right?

Okay.

Um, Jesús? I think you should spray here too.

The curtains are…

There's not much to do in this room. I'm pretty much done here.

But we still need to spray that area and the closet.

I don't want to have my room sprayed

'cause I have some fragile stuff there.

How fragile?

Fragile enough.

So…

you're leaving?

It's for the best, isn't it?

And Jaime?

He'll be in very good hands.

I've been thinking about it and…

once Jaime's gone, I want you to keep the house.

I'm serious.

I think it's the right choice and…

I know Jaime would want the same thing.

I'll miss having you around.

Belén?

Belén, please untie me.

Belén?

-Time to eat. -No, no, no.

-Open your mouth. -No, no.

Come on, open it.

No.

Hey, you must eat

so your eggs grow healthy and strong.

What?

You saw mine, didn't you?

Poor things.

No matter how much care I give them,

they never get to be born.

But she believes in you,

that's why she brought you here.

You still don't know who wrote that letter?

Belén, this isn't like you.

This isn't like you at all. That bug's driving you mad.

I'm begging you.

Just untie me so we can solve things.

-Open your mouth. -I promise you--

-Open it! Now! -No!

Good girl.

There you go.

I know this is uncomfortable.

But it will only be a few nights.

Then I'll untie you and the three of us will live peacefully together here.

At first, the nightmares are…

horrible.

But you get used to them after a while.

She becomes part of your life and you lose the desire to leave.

You'll see.

Belén, untie me. I'm begging you. Please.

-Eat up. -No, no, no. Please!

Just eat and sleep.

What's this, Belén? What did you put in it?

Just something to help you sleep.

She'll come for you.

No.

Look what she did to you.

I won't let anything bad happen to you.

I know you'll be born someday.

Put that down and get back to the room

if you don't want me to blow your head off.

Get in there! Now!

Get in there, Belén!

Get the fuck in there!

Get in!

Mercedes, what's going on?

What happened? I heard a gunshot. Are you okay?

I can't explain now. We must take Jaime to hospital. He's dying.

Please, I need your help.

Grab the wheelchair. Jaime!

Come on.

Careful. Hurry!

Start the truck.

One, two, three.

You've got some nerve.

You thought you could come to my house,

kill my babies,

and get away with everything?

Huh?

It was her, right?

It's always been her.

Dad.

Mercedes.

You finally came back.

Dad, we gotta leave. You're unwell.

I must take you to a hospital.

Yes, Dad.

Take me inside.

No, no.

Please let's get out of here, Dad.

I'm very tired.

I want to go to bed.

Please.

Watch your step.

Mercedes.

It's done for me.

I need to rest.

I just wanted to see you one last time.

No, Dad.

No, no, no.

Help me, please.

I don't want to go on.

Are you sure?

Dad.

I need to know…

why you left

and why you weren't there for me when I needed you most.

I'm sorry, sweetheart,

but the pain was too much to bear.

And though I really wanted to…

I could never forgive you.

Forgive me for what?

Julián's death.

My brother killed himself, Dad.

We told you that to protect you.

No.

You were in shock.

-No, that's not true. -You really don't remember it?

No.

It can't be true.

No.

Dad. Dad.

Dad.

No, Dad.

It's not true.

6 MONTHS LATER

Okay.

Finally.

I officially present it to you.

THE SECRET DAUGHTER

Nothing smells better than this.

This one came in today.

It will be published Friday.

No, Luisa. I don't like the critics--

"In The Secret Daughter, Mercedes Vega gets away from horror,

which established her as a writer, and presents a memoir

that's rooted in pure realism."

"This chronicle about her final days alongside her dying father

develops a simple but powerful narrative."

"The author bares her soul

to produce one of the deepest emotional stories

of all time."

What's wrong? Are you okay?

Mmm.

I need a minute.