All language subtitles for The Wrath of God (2022) (NetNaija.com)

Odile & Odette,
the big new novel by Kloster.

Thank you very much.

-Thank you. Thanks.
-Here. Here, please.

Kloster!

-Kloster!
-An autograph.

A moment, please.

Excuse me.

Kloster, Luciana is waiting for you
on the third-floor mezzanine.

It's about Valentina.

If you don't want a scene, you better go.

All right.

-He'll sign in a moment.
-Thank you.

Organize this. I'll be right back.

An autograph?

All right.

We'll have a short break
and organize the book signing.

Kloster! Could you sign…?

-Kloster, a picture, please!
-Not now.

Kloster, a moment of your time.
El metropolitano. Just a picture.

-Hey! Hands off! I'm working.
-No pictures.

Esteban! How are you?

How are you doing?

What about you? I thought you got fired.

No. I mean, yeah.
I'm here for another reason.

Because Andrés told me
you had trouble with--

-Kloster!
-What happened?

Excuse me!

NETFLIX PRESENTS

BASED ON THE NOVEL
THE BOOK OF MURDER

BY GUILLERMO MARTÍNEZ

12 YEARS EARLIER

The old monk took comfort

from the conclusion that the murderer
must belong to a different species.

An evil being,

despised by the human race,

with a visage as horrifying
as the mutilated bodies of his victims.

He was ruthless.

His murders…

Scratch that last part. Start over.

He was merciless.

His actions stunned
like the headlights of a car on the road,

and, all too late, his victims realized

they had become a frightened hare,

incapable of anything other than waiting
for the fatal denouement.

The old monk

recalled his tenure
as a prison chaplain,

where those sentenced to death…

Luciana, where are the prisoners' letters?

Here.

I separated them from the other readers.

Are you done?

No, we still have a while to go, princess.

I'll finish here
and go play with you, all right, Pauli?

All right.

Bye.

I looked up the poisonous mushrooms.

My mom is an expert.

Every year, she makes a mushroom pie
for Dad on their anniversary.

He hates it, but she doesn't know that.

This one is edible,

and this one is poisonous.

This is the cap,

the ring,

the stem,

and the volva.

They're almost identical.
The only difference is the volva, here.

Here.

They look like champignons,

so you have to look at the volva

because it could have detached
or fallen off.

Thank you very much.

-What's this one called?
-Tini.

And what are they?

-Sisters.
-They're sisters?

-I like that.
-Do you have siblings?

Yeah.

I've got a sister your age
named Valentina.

I've got an older brother, Ramiro,
and my eldest brother is Bruno.

-I don't have any!
-Chatterbox.

How about you let Luciana go home?

No!

-No?
-Can we play with my dolls again?

-Sure, anytime.
-I love it.

Sorry I took so long to rescue you.

-It's all right. I like being with Pauli.
-Don't feel obligated.

I'm always so embarrassed
when you have to stay late.

We should have a playdate
with my sister Valentina sometime.

They're alike.

Until next week.

Bye.

Doesn't it need a little more?

-Yeah.
-So we cover it.

-Like this?
-Right.

-Throw with both hands.
-Very good.

-There it is.
-There's a little hole.

That's better.

Now we put it in the oven,
so when you come out…

-Your bath is ready, princess.
-Yeah!

Are you coming, Daddy?

I'll be right there.

Pauli! Dirty clothes go in the hamper.

Yep!

In the water
The water goes up and down

There we go!

Good. Very good.

-Look at you fly!
-Daddy, look how high I can jump!

-You're gonna fly off.
-I can touch the sky.

Okay, keep doing that. Yeah.

Let's see how you fly.

Almost like you've got wings.

Yeah.

You're beautiful. Give me a kiss.

I love you.

I love you, Dad.

What? I didn't catch that.

-I love you, Dad.
-I love you too.

PRESENT DAY

Please, I ask that you're careful
with what you report

so as to keep the community calm.

We cannot confirm nor deny any theories

nor any connection with the other fires.

There are a lot of rumors,
and we're investigating…

CITY IN FLAMES

Rey?

I'm almost done.

-What did Ramoneda say?
-We talked, he doesn't know anything.

Hurry up. Management got pissed off
after last week.

-You'll get it before 9:00.
-Okay.

It's tea.

Have it by 9:00.

PRIVATE NUMBER

Hello?

Esteban Rey?

That's me. Who is this?

Luciana Blanco.
Do you remember me? I was your assistant.

Yeah.

Yeah, like ten years ago. How are you?

Twelve years.

I need to see you.
Urgently. It's about Kloster.

About Kloster?

You don't know, do you?

Nobody knows.

But what happened with Kloster?

Not over the phone.

Can you come over and we'll talk?

Now?

Yes, now. Can you come?

Who is it?

Esteban.

Hi.

Hi.

"He kissed her mouth

and felt her give in."

"Her lips opened to answer his kiss."

"He held her tightly

and then felt her tongue seek his."

Is that the end?

Not really,
but the next part is a little explicit.

Kloster dictates worse things.

Worse, or better?

-You won't tell me what he's writing?
-I can't tell you.

Coffee?

Sure.

Come in.

Thanks for coming.

-Sorry for showing up out of nowhere.
-It's fine.

Sit down.

Do you want a drink?

-No, I'm good.
-Sit.

Kloster became famous
publishing a novel he dictated to me.

But you know that.

I wanna talk about something
no one else knows.

I thought the punishment had been enough,
but the deaths continued.

What deaths?

My family's.

Who is killing them?

Kloster.

I need your help.

Kloster is murdering your family?

One by one for more than ten years.

I wasn't able to stop him yet, no one
believed me. This time it'll be different.

This time I can get ahead of him.
That's why I need your help.

Esteban,

I saw him again today.

He was right by the nursing home
where my mother is. She's next.

How do you know he's targeting her?
Couldn't it be a coincidence?

My mom being in a nursing home
at 58 with neurological damage

is because of him.

There are no coincidences around Kloster.

I need you to write my story.

Write it?

Yes.

And publish it.

When we met,

you told me that Kloster
was a mysterious, secretive writer.

-Yeah.
-Right.

After he started killing my family,
he's seen everywhere. Why?

I don't know.

It's the perfect alibi.

No one can fathom the idea
that a celebrity could be a murderer.

Of course.

Yes.

I can't just write anything
in the newspaper.

I can't help you.

I didn't call because
you're a famous journalist.

I called you because you've got
a score to settle with Kloster.

Who is it?

Mercedes, it's Luciana.

Come in.

Thanks.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Hi, Pauli!
-Hi. I'll be right back!

Pauli, we're about to go.
Where are you going?

I'm coming! Just a minute!

It's our girls day out.

Here!

-Is it for me?
-Yeah.

-That's nice.
-It's the four of us.

This is Mom, Dad, me, and you.

I love it. Thanks.

Now, Luciana has to work with Dad.

-Let's go.
-Bye.

Bye.

EXODUS

What an interesting edition.
Where did you get it?

My Dad, he's a pastor.

I brought it because it might have
another take on the lex talionis.

It's basically the same thing.

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

isn't about doing to the aggressor
what they did to the victim,

but instead seeks to…

generate a punishment equivalent
to the suffering inflicted.

For example, my wife.

She was a ballet dancer

until a careless driver

fractured her tibia

and ended her career.

To honor lex talionis,

it wouldn't be enough
to break the driver's tibia.

Because the suffering he caused Mercedes

by destroying her career
goes beyond the fracture itself.

I like your explanation.

Mercedes really was a ballet dancer?

She was part of the permanent company
of the national ballet.

My sister wants to be a dancer.

-I talked to Esteban.
-Esteban?

Esteban Rey, the other writer.

Esteban Rey hired you?
How did he find you?

I think it was Campari.

I don't think so, Campari's very reserved.

Then, someone from the publisher,

because he said he knew you.

I know who he is, but I haven't met him.

That's weird.

He sends material often.

Is it good?

I think I read one of his novels once.
I don't remember the name.

But he won't stop sending me things.

I don't know how he writes so much.

Esteban is quick.

But he doesn't have your talent.

Where were we?

"He pressed down on Elena's neck."

He pressed down on Elena's neck…

Semi-colon.

…intending to prolong the magical
twilight between life and death,

then eased off enough
so that a lungful of oxygen

allowed her to continue her futile
struggle for survival.

His gaze was…

lost on the blemish on Elena's arm,

where the snake had left a deep scar

in the shape of a coin.

I've got a scar like that.

Here.

This one.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

Did I misunderstand?
You kept giving me signals.

Signals?

-Yes, signals.
-What signals?

I can't believe it.

-Where are you going?
-I'm leaving.

-Will you stop?
-That hurts.

Because you won't let me open…

Can you just stop moving?

Dad will take it off.

No, I will take it off.

You're mean.

Paula, please? Will you let go?

-No.
-Let go of my hand.

What's wrong?

Princess!

-Daddy.
-Yeah, come here.

Don't be scared.

It's Mom.

Take her to her room!

It's all right, come.

-She's unbearable!
-Wanna go to your room?

All day!

-Come on.
-I don't want Mommy.

How about you give her a bath?

We thank you, Lord.

Bless this family always

and any who might be suffering
in their home. Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

How was your first day
as a resident, Bruno?

Good.

We toured the hospital
and met the doctors.

-Great. Did they give you those scrubs?
-I bought these.

Honey!

-I thought you'd be later.
-We finished early.

I'll get you a plate.

I'm not eating. Thanks, Mom.

At least sit down with us.

I have a stomachache.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Was it something at work?

No. I can't find my notes. Where are they?

-You had trouble with Kloster.
-No. I'll get through it. It's nothing.

I won't be working with him.

But what happened, Lu? You were so happy.

It was nothing, really.

But I'm not going back.

I swear I'm trying.

But sometimes I can't control myself.

Calm down, darling.

I'm trying.

And then she looks so small
and I can't understand why I did it.

You did very well
to get back home right away.

These things take time,
that's what the psychiatrist said.

We'll go out tomorrow, all three,
have a good time

and Pauli will forget it.

You've got work tomorrow,
and Luciana's coming.

No, Luciana won't be working here anymore.

Really? Why?

She did bad on her last exams,

and her parents want her
to focus on her studies.

That's weird,
she didn't even say bye to Pauli.

She probably didn't know how to.

It's not just about the severance.

The guy hired you under the table,
so you have to demand all of it,

social security, 401(k), and the rest.

So, advance notice…

vacation days, bonus, Law 24013…

a fine for Article 80…

Lu, tell the counselor
he tried to kiss you.

Yeah, but it was nothing.

Sexual harassment in the workplace
is a serious issue.

Was it one time or several?

Just one time.

Are you sure?

There weren't any malicious comments,
or any physical contact…

No, it was just a kiss. It wasn't violent.

Well, if it's like that
and there are no witnesses,

it's your word against his.

And it'd just be the workplace claim.

Let's see.

That's a lot of money.

It's not what he'll pay,
it's what we'll ask for.

Usually, after mediation
we'll reach a compromise,

but if we include
the sexual harassment lawsuit,

he'll want to settle quickly.

And that works in our favor.

Here, at the bottom…

signature, name, and ID number.

Don't worry, I'll prepare the claim later.

What happened was awful.

But I can't publish it.

I can't accuse him of murder
without proof.

Who'd believe me?

You're not listening.

Write that I'm accusing him.

It doesn't matter if they say I'm crazy,
it doesn't matter if they believe me,

if they try me, I don't care.

I need people to talk about this,
to make it public.

Imagine the media scandal
if someone else in my family dies.

He wouldn't risk it.

He has much more to lose than me.

And you.

No, I'm sorry, but I can't.

What do I gain making enemies
with someone so powerful?

He's already your enemy.

What do you mean?

I don't think you became a journalist
because you wanted, right?

You think he didn't see your piece
after what happened to his family?

Why do you think
no publisher will answer your calls?

-Even Campari ignores you.
-That was a long time ago.

You care. Or you wouldn't be here.

-Hi.
-Valentina, my sister.

-Esteban, a friend.
-What's up?

I'll walk you out.

Valentina doesn't know anything.

She was young when this started.

I want to protect her.

She doesn't know
what it's like to be afraid.

Are you gonna help me?

I'll think about it.

THE SLOW DEATH OF LUCIANA B.

If he's not here in five minutes,

I'll consider the mediation finished.

Okay.

Either he's not taking us seriously
or he has bad counsel.

In any case,
this allows us to go straight to a trial.

How much do you want?

Including legal expenses, 1,862,000 pesos.

But that's just a reference figure.

You can wait for your lawyer to get here.

I've never had such a short mediation.

All right, girl, go cash that check.

I've never seen him like that.

Probably because of what happened.

What happened to him?

His wife and daughter passed recently.

It was tragic.

MOM - DAD - ME - LUCIANA

Here, Lu. She's a dancer.

Thanks.

Come here.

Don't cry.

Valen, go with Mom,

I have to talk to Lu.

Come on, go.

I'll be down soon.

Yeah, Dad.

Mom told me that you don't want to
go to the beach with us this summer.

I know it's not that you don't want
to share the family vacations.

There's something you have
to figure out first.

And I understand that that

is between you and God.

Come on, Val!

-Wait, I'm coming.
-Come on.

Valentina, don't go too far, honey.

I'll be back.

Did you register for your college classes?

Yeah, Dad. I start in March.

Honey, you can put in a catheter
but not a straw.

Fine…

You do it, Mom.

-Did you eat them all?
-Yeah.

So what's this?

Everything okay, Rami?

All good, Dad.

There's just one dude
that's going in too far.

But I saw him get out.

I'm sure one of these days
I'll have to go in and save him.

-What, no mate for me?
-There's no water left. Who's going?

-Your turn.
-No.

I'll go.

Thanks, Lu.

Thanks.

You could've gone.

But she wanted to.

Lu, just stop with this guy, please?

Why would he be here?

A guy like that goes to the Caribbean.

It was him.

You're obsessed.

Get your foot off.

Luciana, don't you think
it's too big a coincidence

that he'd happen to come to this beach?

That's it, I don't think
it's a coincidence.

I told him we have a house here.

Why would he come here
just to mess with you?

You didn't even cash the check.

You let him get away with it out of pity.

I've been saving up for a bike for years.

What about you?

Ramiro, that's not funny.

-I didn't say anything.
-She doesn't think it's funny.

-I didn't say anything.
-She doesn't think it's funny.

Fine, I get it, but it's not my fault
if she takes it the wrong way.

It's the truth.

Look how nice I made this part.

Right. Look, the water's coming.

Does this look okay?

And we'll save the castle like this.

I wanna go.

Carry me!

Come on.

-There's too much sand!
-Close your eyes.

-I'm scared.
-Don't worry.

Rami!

Ramiro!

-Valen, come here!
-I'm going.

Hold on tight, Val.

Calm down, Valen.
Calm down, honey. It's over now.

Do you want to play with the kids?

Go. Go on.

-Where's Ramiro?
-He was making sure nobody's in the water.

Nobody should be left. Why hasn't he come?

Relax, he's doing his job.

Call an ambulance!

Did someone call an ambulance?

Did someone call an ambulance?

Not long ago I told my daughter

that true faith is not what we have
when everything is good.

It's what we keep
even when terrible things happen.

And we keep that faith

with the conviction

that, though we may not understand it,

God always has a plan.

It was an accident, honey.

God will help us find peace.

Hell of a story.

So?

So, we publish it.

This is a bombshell.

You're nuts, Rey.

You can't publish something like this.

You have to double-check the facts first,
document everything,

corroborate the information,
verify the deaths…

All right. I'll do it.

And Kloster, of course.

I'll get him.

You don't say.

If I get Kloster, you'll publish it?

Cultura's writers have been after Kloster
for six months.

We offered him the cover,
a special, anything he wanted.

Nothing, no way.

If I get you a testimony
and Kloster's version, you'll publish?

If you get Kloster,

I'll fight the board
to get you the cover, Rey.

That's a promise.

LIFEGUARD DROWNS

Hello?

Esteban Rey?

Who is this?

It's Campari.

It's been a while, Campari, how are you?
Thanks for calling back.

You drove my secretary crazy.
What do you want?

I want to interview Kloster.
For the newspaper, of course.

Forget it.

I'm in touch with Cultura
for after his book is out.

Please, tell him
it's about Luciana Blanco.

He'll understand.

Campari, are you there?

We'll publish the story.

I'll ask and call you back.

Thank you.

Let's fucking go.

What is, to you,
the essence of a thriller?

Not the events, of course,
not the succession of corpses,

but the conjectures,

the possible explanations.

Reading between the lines.

The infernal calculations and hesitations
prior to every act.

Day of the Dead is radically different.

It's brutal, it's crude
but at the same time beautiful.

It surprised all your readers.

Why the change?

How did Kloster change?

Let's say I found a different muse.

What does that mean?

Did you know that Henry James' biographers

point to a change in style

after he began to use an amanuensis?

In Henry James's writing…

Hello.

Do you know what day it is?

Tuesday?

It's Mom and Dad's anniversary.

Do I put them on so you can talk?

Thanks. I owe you one.

Mom.

Phone.

-Hello?
-Hi, Mom.

-Happy anniversary.
-Thanks, honey.

That makes how many years?

Well, 31 now.

-How are you doing?
-Good.

We went foraging for mushrooms with Valen,

and now I'm cooking.

Honey, I miss you.

I miss you too. Put Dad on.

All right, I'll put him on. Bye, honey.

It's Lu.

-Hello.
-Dad.

Happy anniversary!

Thanks, honey.
It's good to hear your voice.

How are the exams going?

Good. I read all the Methodology material.
I still have Analysis left, next week.

We miss you over here.

When are you coming?

I don't know. We'll talk about it.

Is there anniversary pie?

Yes, seems like there will be,

but your siblings said
they're both fleeing.

The cowards…

-Dad.
-I gotta go, your sister is calling.

All right. I love you. Bye.

The essence is in the internal
psychological analysis of the characters.

"Fiction competes with life,"
said Henry James.

If fiction can create life,

it can also create death.

Hi?

Luciana, Mom and Dad are ill.

What happened?

I don't know,
I'm in the ambulance to the hospital.

-Come right now.
-Where?

Central Hospital.

-I'm going.
-Okay.

-Bruno, right?
-Yeah.

Use it like this. Press every six. Good.

-I'll get an IV on your Dad.
-Okay.

Yeah, keep the count.

Where are they? How are they?

They're treating Mom. Her liver is shot.

What happened to them?

-Poisoning.
-And Dad?

No.

Was it…?

Was it the pie?

Yeah, maybe.

It might've been.

It was him.

It was Kloster.

No, Luciana, not right now.

It was Kloster. He knows about
Mom and Dad's anniversary pie.

Kloster knows about the beach house.

-He's taking revenge. He never forgave me.
-Luciana, calm down, please.

-Now's not the time. Calm down.
-It's never enough.

Calm down.

Nurse!

-Calm down, breathe.
-What happened?

-I need a psychiatrist now.
-What can I do?

-What can I do?
-Breathe.

FOR SALE

What is it?

I wanted to see the house.

You'll have to call
the real estate agency.

I'm a friend of the owners.

Yeah?

I'm a friend of Luciana Blanco.

How's Luciana doing?

Rocco, easy!

Well, she's holding on…

Dealing with her baggage.

And what baggage, right?

And what happened to her parents…

It was weird, right?

What do you think happened?

It's baffling.

I have a hard time believing
she messed up.

She knew a lot about mushrooms.

Maybe it was the girl.

I don't know.

Sometimes things go wrong.

Yes?

Registered letter for Mr. Kloster.

He's not home.

Can you receive it?

Yes, of course.

FROM LUCIANA BLANCO
SEXUAL HARASSMENT COMPLAINT

Mommy!

Mom.

Can you hear me?

Mommy!

-What?
-Can I go take a bath?

-Go on, I'll be right there.
-Yeah!

Mommy.

Mommy!

I want to play dolls with Luciana.

She can't, Pauli.

Why?

She stopped working here.

No! She didn't stop.

I said she can't, Pauli.

-Will you let me wash your hair?
-No.

I want to see Luciana!

I said no.

-But why not?
-Because you can't.

Mom, I want to see Luciana!

I said no!

CONTEMPORARY BALLET
BUENOS AIRES NATIONAL THEATER

Hello!

Mercedes.

Mercedes.

Darling.

Mercedes…

Pauli.

Pauli.

Honey…

No.

Pauli.

Honey.

What did you…?

I'm on duty tonight.

-I'll be back tomorrow.
-All right.

This is delicious, Lu.

You liked it?

-So? How's high school?
-Good.

-Did you make friends?
-No.

They think I'm dumb.

Luciana takes me,
waits for me after school…

I'm the only one who doesn't eat out.
How can I make any friends?

Valen, Lu worries about you.
She's protecting you.

From what?
I can't even go to ballet alone.

All my friends go on their own.

So how's practice going?

The recital should be soon.
What will it be?

Swan Lake.

That's great.

Let me know in advance

so it doesn't overlap
with one of my shifts.

Can I buy tickets already?

You don't have to.

This year,

dads and brothers are invited.

So you think you're romantic?

Here you go, lover boy.

Have your letter back.

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Yesi is mine, get it?

Yesi is mine, man!

Freeze! Stay there.

Police. Hey!

CENTRAL HOSPITAL

Get on the ground!

Move. Let me.

Don't move.

What a mess.

-All right, go.
-I'll take care of it.

-Help Benítez.
-Sure.

-Did you call the judge?
-No response. He must be asleep.

Jeez…

The family's over there.

All right, keep trying, wake him up.

Yeah.

-Could we have a moment, please?
-Yes.

I'm Prosecutor Ramoneda.
I'm in charge of the case.

Did you catch him?

Yeah.

Seems to be a crime of passion.

The suspect claims your brother
was having an affair with his wife.

My brother wasn't seeing anyone.

There are some letters
detailing the affair…

No. If my brother was going out
with someone, I'd know.

Who are they from?

They seem anonymous.

We'll look into it.

What we don't understand
is how he broke out of jail.

He was a prisoner?

Yes.

Serving a 25-year sentence for homicide.

Kloster.

What?

It was Kloster.

It was him. He wrote to prisoners.
He's been killing my family for years.

First it was my brother Ramiro,
then my Dad…

It was Kloster.

Kloster, the writer?

Yes, the writer. I was his assistant.

Promise me you'll look into him.

Yes. We're not ruling out anything.
Don't worry.

-Are you okay?
-Yes. Sorry.

Do you need anything?

Miss.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Stop.

-What's up, Esteban?
-What's up?

Your boss still breathing down your neck?

No, I got it under control.

No news about the fires.

-I'll call as soon as I get anything.
-I didn't come for that.

-What?
-Do you remember the Bruno Blanco case?

Bruno… Yeah, what a mess of a case.

It seemed simple and ended up complicated.

Yeah, because of the sister
accusing Kloster, the writer.

No. The sister? It wasn't that.

The murderer was in jail. He went out
to steal with help from the guards.

The entire penitentiary service board
came down.

-It was a mess.
-Counselor.

-Yeah? Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-Great.
-And what about Kloster?

Kloster? I went to see him.
Poor guy, really.

Lost his wife, lost his daughter,

and that crazy woman Luciana
wouldn't stop harassing him.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

She came by constantly,
made all kinds of scenes.

She wanted me to arrest him
no matter what. Unbearable.

The case even turned political.

Me, dealing with the Minister of Justice,

and this woman who insisted
I arrest Kloster.

But wait, listen.

Then there was nothing
that linked Kloster to the murderer?

-Nothing.
-Nothing?

Nothing…

Actually, that crazy woman, Luciana.

I gotta go, Esteban.

Do you have any news?

Sort of.

They say the Chinese mafia
might be behind the fires.

That they want to lower
the property prices to buy them.

But it's just a rumor for now.

Ramoneda's also got nothing.

It's a mystery.

Rey!

Here.

I don't know how you did it.

Campari says Kloster is waiting for you
tonight at his home.

Let's go!

What did I say? Didn't I say I'd get him?

Good luck. Don't mess it up!

I have my charm!

Never doubted you.

-Who is it?
-Esteban Rey.

Who?

Esteban Rey.

So?

What do you think?

What do I think?

It would be a marvelous case report.

Who could've thought a woman so smart
could reach such heights of madness?

In any case, I'm not surprised.
She was always manipulative.

Why do you say that?

Shielded behind her innocence,

she enjoyed seducing.

Anyone would've paid with a divorce

the price of playing her game.

In my case, the price was higher.

So, you think she was responsible
for your tragedy?

That's what she believes.

Entirely too late,
a useless attempt to apologize

for her absurd accusations.

Do you really think she could predict
what would happen?

I can't be sure of that.

For years, I tried to imagine why
she'd make up these stories against me.

And why do you think that is?

One of three reasons,

madness…

cruelty…

or guilt.

Guilt?

Are you surprised?

The daughter of a pastor
attempts a seduction,

it goes wrong

and tears apart a family.

For someone as religious as her,

it sounds like it deserves
divine punishment.

Don't you think?

How do you explain the murders?

Murders?

I know only of one,

and the culprit's been caught.

What makes you think there were more?

Luciana says she saw you on the beach
when her brother Ramiro died.

Was it a coincidence you were there?

No, on the contrary,
there was a reason for that.

I knew Luciana
would spend the summer there.

I'd just lost my family

and it didn't seem fair
she would enjoy the summer

after what she did.

I wanted to remind her.

Ramiro died from a cramp
while trying to save a mysterious swimmer

that never turned up.

And Luciana wants to believe
that mysterious swimmer was me.

A precise, surprise hit on a person
in the middle of the sea,

no witnesses.

You flatter me.

A man my age,

in my condition,

against a trained lifeguard
in his twenties?

If I wrote that in my novels,
they'd laugh in my face.

So Ramiro dying the summer
you showed up on that beach

is a coincidence.

Or divine justice.

After all, he drowned,

just like my daughter.

Divine justice.

I thought you were agnostic.

Did you convert?

There are things beyond religion
that I had to learn to believe in.

What about her parents' poisoning?

You knew about
the anniversary mushroom pie.

You even used it in a novel.

Yes. At that point,

that novel had been read
by over 500,000 people.

So the similarities with your novel
are also a coincidence.

Bruno's murder…

has a perpetrator.

Luciana thinks you instigated it.

She says you wrote to the killer

so he would believe Bruno
was having an affair with his wife.

Luciana managed

to have a prosecutor
investigate that hypothesis.

Do you know what he found?

Yes. Nothing.

But you wrote to prisoners.

I often write to my fans,

and I assure you they come
from many walks of life.

Another coincidence.

Anyway, there's something
that does work against you.

The numbers.

When taken separately,
the accusation is feeble,

but if we look at all the deaths together…

it seems a little suspicious, right?

Because a tragic death in a family
can be bad luck,

but since she sent that registered letter,

her two brothers died,

and her father,
and her mother is bedridden.

And you…

even if it's indirectly,

have something to do
with all of those deaths.

I'm sorry, but those are
too many coincidences.

"The whole is more
than the sum of its parts."

You like numbers.

You sent me something.

You sent me a novel. What was it called?

Randomness.

Randomness, exactly,

where you write almost exclusively
about the topic of chance.

But you never bothered to toss a coin.

What do you mean?

You know very well
that if you toss a coin a hundred times,

the result tends to be
an even split between heads

and tails.

Is that right?

That doesn't mean
that every time you toss a coin

it will alternate between
heads, tails, heads, tails…

In fact, most events happen
in imperfect streaks.

So all these deaths
were just a streak of bad luck.

I don't see why not.

After all, Luciana lost
three family members

over the course of ten years.

I lost two on the same day.

Which was very painful.

And the media coverage
did nothing but prolong that pain.

Do you want to completely understand

the damage Luciana caused?

Come with me.

When I met Mercedes,

she was a ballet dancer
with a bright future,

until a traffic accident ended her career.

It was awful, and it took a lot
for her to come out of her depression.

Then she became pregnant with Pauli,

and she thought everything would change.

That she'd found something more important
than her own life to live for.

I thought so too.

But no.

After the birth,

she fell into a pit of depression again.

I had to institutionalize her.

And I took care of Pauli
until she was five years old.

When Luciana started working with me,

Mercedes had already recovered.

But her psychiatrist warned me…

that her psyche would always be
in a fragile balancing act.

"Cracked crystal" were his words.

As long as no one moved it,

it would stay in place.

But the subtlest movement

could send the whole thing crashing down.

Dad!

Look how high I can jump!

I can touch the sky. Yeah!

I always have energy, I never run out.

I love you, Dad.

Dad!

Look how high I can jump!

I can touch the sky. Yeah!

I always have energy, I never run out.

I love you, Dad.

-Luciana broke that crystal.
-Dad.

Look how high I can jump!

I can touch the sky. Yeah!

And she condemned Pauli
to this ten-second prison forever.

Dad!

Look how high I can jump!

I can touch the sky. Yeah!

I would've put this business with Luciana
behind me years ago.

But she insists on reminding me
over and over.

Did you know her brother
had to commit her to an asylum

due to her obsession with me?

And now Luciana sends you,

who attempted to get
my attention for years.

Sending your manuscripts,

harassing my publisher,

hiring a girl with no other merit

than just being my assistant.

I understand now, Rey.

Your admiration became envy.

And that envy, resentment.

Because you had to be full of resentment
to write what you wrote.

Now if you'll excuse me…

I have another important interview.

For a school assignment.

-What's up?
-Hi.

-You're coming tonight, right?
-I'm almost sure.

Look who came.

Just make something up.

I'm going. See you.

-All right.
-Bye, girls.

-Bye, Dani.
-Bye, Valen.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-We're gonna go see Mom, remember?
-Yeah.

Camila invited me over
to do a literature assignment.

-All right. I'll take you.
-Okay.

Well done, Lali, good.

NURSING HOME

Here, Mom.

Remember that Valentina
finishes high school this year?

Did you ask her?

Lu wants me to go to college,
but I want to be a dancer.

It's a very competitive setting.

Yeah, but I want to dance.

You have to have options, Valentina.

Right.

That's right, Mommy.

Listen to my heart.

Well, visiting hours are almost over.
She has to go have dinner now.

Bye, Mom.

Give me your hand.

Oh, God.

Will you walk me to Camila's?

Or I can go alone. It's fine.

Luciana.

Lu!

I can go, it's fine.

I'll go alone. Luciana.

Lu.

No, I'll walk you. Come on.

Hello?

-Esteban Rey?
-That's me. Who is this?

Luciana Blanco.
Do you remember me? I was your assistant.

Yeah.

Yeah, like ten years ago. How are you?

Twelve years.

I need to see you.
Urgently. It's about Kloster.

About Kloster?

What's this?

Here.

Stop bringing stories no one cares about.

It's not even good
for a neighborhood piece.

-How did it go with Kloster?
-Good.

When are you turning it in?

Give me a couple of days
so I can format it better.

You're quick, Rey.
I talked to the board. They expect a lot.

Bring me a draft tomorrow so…

There's another fire!

-And it looks like they got him.
-Who?

The Chinese arsonist.

I'm on my way.

Don't lose focus on the Kloster piece.

Can I go through? My grandmother's inside.

Excuse me, press.

-Go in.
-Thanks.

What happened?

It started downstairs.
Nursing home on the top floor.

The old folks asphyxiated.

They retrieved about 20.
There's still a lot more inside.

It didn't have anything to do
with the Chinese mafia.

Just a psycho on a bike
with a jerrycan full of gasoline.

Can I ask some questions? Just one.

Did you start the other fires?

Dante, we're ready.

Go ahead, you got your escort.

Do you believe me now?

Still think it was a coincidence
Kloster was here?

If you'd published what I told you,
my mom would still be alive.

Your mom? Your mom was here?

KLOSTER
INFERNO UNLEASHED

THE DEATHS OF KLOSTER

KLOSTER: FROM OSTRACISM TO FAME

I'm here.

"'Kloster, from ostracism to fame,'

by Esteban Rey."

"However, this family tragedy
has brought enormous fame

to the previously elusive writer."

-That's from more than ten years back.
-Wait.

Listen, it goes on.

"Kloster, during his media raid,

doesn't hesitate to remind
again and again of his sad misfortune,

hoping to provoke interest
for his banal literature."

You're scum, Rey.

How could you write that
about a guy who lost his daughter?

I don't know where you got that.

It was a magazine that barely sold.

It's been ten years.

I don't know what's between you
and Kloster, nor do I care.

But you can't use the newspaper
for your personal vendettas.

Luciana's story isn't about that.

No. You made me look like a fool
in front of the board.

They must think I'm an incompetent
who can't control the writers,

that any intern has free rein.

But there's a silver lining to all this.
I won't see your face anymore.

So go.

Stop by Human Resources,
they're waiting for you.

I'll have to ask you to leave.

There are hidden shapes in streaks…

patterns of causality in chance.

Camila, stay for dinner?

Yeah, thanks.

Can she stay over?

Yes.

Let your parents know, please.

I'll call them now.

Shut up.

Lu doesn't let me read anything from him.

If she finds out I interviewed him
she'll kill me.

Kloster liked your interview.

Shut up.

He said no one should see it.
It's not for sale yet. Stop.

Stop laughing, dumbass.

-What is it? Did you get burned?
-I'm okay.

I talked to my mom, we're okay.

-I have to go. You mind if you eat alone?
-It's fine.

Don't go out.

Take care, okay?

…the famous writer,

presenting what he considered
the most personal and polished

of his novels.

The critics already call it
his most incredible,

most gripping work.

The launch is happening simultaneously
with the French,

German, and English editions.

Odile & Odette is on its way
to being a publishing success.

We'll have the pleasure
of hearing Kloster himself

narrate the first chapter.

I'm sorry.

I tried to publish it,
but it didn't work. I couldn't.

It doesn't matter.

I need you to do me a favor.

I can't do anything else, Luciana.

I'm done.
They crucified me at the newspaper.

I need to talk to Kloster. Today.
You know how to get to him.

I can tell you exactly where he is.

But I think he has a busy day today.

I have to stop him, Esteban.

Valentina is the next victim.

I have a press pass.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me, I have a pass. Yeah.

No, I have a pass.

-Press?
-Yeah.

-Go in.
-Thanks.

It's a private event. Tickets and ID only.

"…the code of Hammurabi…

laws that, almost 4,000 years ago,

the god Marduk handed
to the king of Babylon

and that, since then,
dictate the life of men,

are not enough."

Eye for an eye,

tooth for a tooth,

life for a life.

Lex talionis

speaks about the human aspect

of justice that seeks
the balancing of harm.

In Odile & Odette,

revenge is not in human terms,

but in divine.

In Genesis,
God warns us that whoever kills Cain

will receive a sevenfold punishment.

But the Bible does not refer
to a literal quantity.

Or a scale
that might seem exaggerated. No.

The biblical texts
refer to the wrath of God

as the manifestation

of divine justice.

In this new novel,

revenge…

justice,

is complete.

And perfect.

I need to talk to him.

I'll get him up. Stay here.

Odile & Odette,
the big new novel by Kloster.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

He'll sign soon.

God bless you.

Luciana is waiting on you
on the third-floor mezzanine.

It's about Valentina.

If you don't want a scene, you better go.

Kloster, over here, please.

A picture.

Just a step back, please.

Thank you, you're very kind.

We'll have a short break.

-Kloster! Could I get an autograph?
-A picture, please!

Kloster, from El metropolitano.

Just a picture.

Hey! Hands off!

I'm here.

You've had your perfect revenge.

What more do you want?

I have no more suffering to give.

I already felt for myself
the suffering I caused you.

Only I get to make that call.

How much longer will you punish me?

What do I have to do to end all this?

That's in your hands,

not in mine.

It always was.

The only one who can end this…

is you.

Esteban! How are you?

How are you doing?

What about you? I thought you got fired.

No. I mean, yeah.
I'm here for another reason.

And Valentina?

How do I know
you won't do anything to her?

I swear on the memory of my daughter

that nothing bad will happen to Valentina.

Why are you here?

No!

Excuse me.

Let me through, man.

-Excuse me.
-What happened?

Dude, what happened?

She's with me.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

Could you wait outside?
I'll be right there.

I still don't know
if this was a wicked, perfect plan

like in your novels,

or if it was just a streak of bad luck.

A bit of both.

She could be your daughter.

She could.

Pauli would be her age today.

She's a minor.

She'll be 18 next week.

And she doesn't seem to mind
the age difference.

We have something in common
that's stronger than prejudice.

We both lost our families.

You're a murderer,

a monster.

A murderer?

A monster?

You sound just like Luciana.

I'd be careful if I was you.

You could end up like her.

Subtitle translation by: Ivan Cukier