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Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

-Seven, eight... -Let's go where we always do.

-Vidal! -Nine...

-Not so fast, I'll fall! -Ten...

Eleven...

-What are you doing? -Twelve...

Thirteen...

Fourteen...

Fifteen...

Sixteen...

Seventeen...

Eighteen...

Twenty-nine... Thirty!

Can I stay here?

Sure, but they'll find us right away.

Why do you always hide here?

So they can find me.

Why do you want to be found?

So I can go back to the bench.

Why do you play at all if you don't like it anymore?

Pep!

Look! Vidal and Mariona are making out as usual.

-Who has chitos? -I do.

What are you doing?

Down the slide.

Well, she's gone.

-As usual. -We'll have to talk to her.

-You were alone by the wall. -Sara was there before.

-That's where she always hides. -Well, what did you do to her?

Stick your tongue in her mouth and she didn't like it?

You city kids think you know it all, but you're fucking clueless.

-You're a bunch of losers. -Hey, leave him alone.

It's a stupid game anyway. Sara's sick of it too.

That's what I said the other day.

What should we play then?

I can bring cards tomorrow. We can play Hearts.

Or we could play Old Maid?

No, definitely not.

-Hearts is better, right? -Hearts it is.

-Great. I'll bring the cards tomorrow. -OK then.

-It's time. -I'm going home.

Bye. Take it easy.

-See you tomorrow. -Bye!

That's my favourite...

-What are you doing? Come on. -Bye, Pep.

-He keeps you company? -He really does.

The truth is...

He's here to take me home. Thanks, sweetheart.

-See you tomorrow! -Bye.

Good night! Don't stay out too late.

-No, it's getting chilly. -I think it's time to go.

Pep!

Pep!

Sara never made it home.

What do you mean?

She didn't come back. The whole town is looking for her.

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

Sara!

First of all, we all need to calm down.

If we haven't found her yet, she has to be hiding.

The best thing we can do is stop this random searching.

Whatever you think is best, Mister Mayor,

Nothing happened to Sara.

Three or four men will continue the search.

You, Lluís. Joan, Ramon.

The rest of you, go home to bed. Go on.

Let's go!

Amat...

Go home with Carme. We'll take care of this.

No, no. I'm going to look for my daughter.

Understand?

Lluís, Ramon, let's go!

The mayor... Come on.

Your godfather...

was one of the men who spent all night searching for Irene Minovas.

Who was Irene Minovas?

A girl from town who disappeared 30 years ago.

Did they find her?

Alive?

Don't you worry, sweetheart.

They'll find your friend safe and sound, you'll see.

How do you know?

Because we'll pray for her all night.

God, please let Sara come home, and let her be OK.

Please, please, don't let anything happen to her.

Please.

What the hell are you doing here?

The whole town is looking for you.

Really?

Now it's just a few men.

-How did you get in here? -Through the door.

When will you go home?

I think I won't.

What are you talking about?

Just that. I won't go back.

Where will you stay?

Here, if you let me.

You can't stay here.

I let you hide with me before.

What about your parents?

What?

They must be worried.

Let them worry. They've been worrying all their lives.

What's a little more.

Can I stay?

Just for tonight. Come on.

Sara, Sara.

What are you doing?

I thought you were your grandmother.

You scared me!

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Nothing.

I had a nightmare.

Can I make you some breakfast?

-Yes. Thanks, grandma. -All right.

Come on, then. We'll make the most of the day.

I need to pee.

-Don't flush it. -No.

Can you bring me something for breakfast? I'm hungry.

Her mother is so worried. And her father...

I'm going to the bakery.

-OK, bye. And thank you, Maria Rosa. -You're welcome.

Wow, you ate that fast.

It's really good.

The woman from Cal Fuster says Sara Amat is still missing.

She's a close friend of yours, isn't she?

Listen. Don't you worry.

I'm sure nothing happened to her.

Good morning!

Sara?

You should let me know when it's you.

Can you whistle? Sing a song? I don't know, something.

Pep!

Pep!

They haven't found her!

I know.

Let's go.

No, I'm staying home today.

What do you mean?

I'm staying here. I have work to do.

What are you talking about? What work?

School work!

Listen. Forget about Sara. She'll come back.

Come on.

No.

I'm not coming today.

Fine. Screw you, then!

Screw you!

Idiot.

Not you. Vidal.

You don't like him?

He's obnoxious.

You only have to see him in the summer.

A little.

A little?

He thinks he can boss us around because he's the mayor's son.

You're prettier by the day

How foolish...

Pep!

Are you coming down?

Pep.

Aren't you going to the pool today?

-I'd rather stay here. -How nice.

Come with me, then. I could use some help.

Oh. Look.

Those were for the man from Cal Canot. He died before he could pick them up.

Look at these!

I've had these for over 10 years.

I'll never get rid of them. Who would wear them?

Oh, sweetheart. You're such a big help.

With these legs of mine,

the stairs are a chore. Go on.

Grandma.

I left the dry clothes on the sideboard.

-Thank you, Pep! -Do you need anything else?

No, sweetheart. Go out and play.

What are you looking at?

You.

Sara, you can go home now. Can't you?

I told you I'm not going back.

Ever?

Never.

What about your parents?

Jesus!

Don't worry so much about my parents!

Don't you get that they're relieved?

How can you say that?

Because it's true.

Go talk to the mayor and do something, please.

I'm doing my best...

My best.

Don't talk to me. Don't say anything.

-All right? -Then go look for her, please.

-Let's not make things worse. -Go look for her!

I'm looking! I'm doing my best to find her, damn it!

I don't want to hear another word about it!

I don't want to talk about it either.

This cake is delicious!

Your godfather loved it too.

Listen...

I'm going to the grocer's. You stay here and mind the shop.

If any customers come in, ask them to wait.

I'll be right back.

See you in a minute.

Good boy, Sandokan!

You must be the famous Pep.

Yes.

Where's your grandmother?

She went to the grocer's.

I imagine you know why we're here.

Why do you think?

Because of Sara Amat?

That's right.

Your friend who disappeared.

Who's the barber?

My godfather.

Your godfather?

My grandfather, that is.

He can give me a shave while we talk then.

He died last year.

We heard you were the last person to see Sara.

That's right.

What did she say to you?

Nothing.

She must have said something.

She didn't like playing hide and seek.

Isn't that a coincidence...

Did she look sad? Worried?

No.

Was she acting weird?

A little.

How's that?

Sara had been acting different for a while.

Why do you think that was?

I don't know.

A friend of yours told us that you liked Sara.

-You know what I mean... -That's not true!

It's not true?

No. I used to like her, but not anymore.

Did you see any strangers in the woods while you were playing?

No.

Have you heard of a girl called Irene Minovas?

Yes.

Then you know that the first 48 hours

are essential to find her alive, don't you?

What my partner means is

it's important for you to tell us everything you know.

Any little detail...

I've told you everything I know.

OK. You've been a good kid.

Say hello to your grandmother from us!

Since when are grandparents called godparents?

That's what they call them here.

What do they call grandparents then? Godparents?

It doesn't matter what they call them.

What are you doing? They could have seen you!

Thanks for covering for me.

Now you're officially an accomplice to my crime.

What you did is a crime?

No. I don't think so. But what you did sure is.

What do you mean?

Lying to the authorities.

It's considered obstruction of justice.

You did a great job.

There's no mystery. She just left. That's it.

She's only 14! Why would she leave, all alone?

So the whole town would worry about her.

She could have left a note for her parents!

That's just cruel.

She didn't even take a bag of clothes with her.

Cut it out!

It doesn't make sense.

-I think she wanted to run away. -From what?

What if she was pregnant?

Come on...

-That's ridiculous. -Why? It's possible.

Right. And who's the father?

The son of that French family who came at Easter.

-Didn't she hook up with him? -Ah, then it could be.

-Maybe they... -What?

They made out, but that's it.

-How do you know? -Because Sara told me.

Since when does she tell you things like that?

-What's your problem? -Hey, don't get mad!

Sara couldn't be pregnant,

because she asked me for a pad the other day at the pool.

-That's why she wasn't swimming. -Exactly.

Wow!

So then, she's dead.

-How can you even talk like that? -Hey, it was just a joke.

Precisely. How can you joke about it?

Hey. Come on, Pep. Don't get mad.

-Poor baby, he's crying. -Leave him alone. Seriously!

Much better.

Every morning I have my coffee with a little Optalidon.

And I feel great.

-It worked for you. -That's good.

-You reacted well to it. -That's it.

We take it too.

You got mad at them, didn't you?

I wasn't mad. I was just pretending.

-Come on, don't be silly. -I'm not silly.

So what are doing down there? Come up on the bed.

No.

Are you afraid your grandma will come in and think we're making out?

That's impossible.

-Why? -Because you have a boyfriend.

Me? Who?

That French kid.

Did those idiots tell you that?

It's not true?

Of course not.

I just wanted to practice speaking French with him.

Yeah, right...

-Are you jealous? -No.

-You sure? -Leave me alone.

I hid in your room, didn't I?

-But you'd rather be with him. -Yeah, in France!

-Come on. Come up here. -No.

You sure?

Have it your way.

Sara.

Sara.

Sara.

-Good morning. -Morning.

I'm so hungry!

Aren't you going to bring me breakfast today?

-Now? -Come on.

-Don't tell me you wet the bed? -No.

I know what happened, silly.

You became a man tonight, am I right?

-Hi. You sound really good. -Thanks, Pep.

I'm glad you're here. We missed you.

-Aren't you going to swim? -Go ahead. We're coming.

Hey, hey, hey... Wow!

What got into him?

He's so cute and polite...

You can tell he goes to a religious school.

And it's so obvious he's in love with Sara...

What are you talking about? He doesn't look sad at all.

It sounds like you're happy that Sara's gone.

So what? You know I don't like her.

Besides, she missed her chance.

Pay attention, Vidal. Watch and learn.

-For when you grow up. -Maybe you'll learn something from us.

-Check it out! -What a shitty jump!

Vidal, shut him up!

Come on. Go for it!

Vidal!

Vidal. You bellyflopped!

-This one's for you! -Shut up and jump!

Let's see if he knows how.

Good job, Pep.

Give me a break. That was nothing!

Come here, loser!

Be sure to call us if you think of anything else.

-Of course. -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Please don't give up!

Keep looking...

-Don't worry. -Until you find her.

Sara...

I brought you some food.

Thank you.

Good boy, Sandokan! Will you eat all the squid?

Oof, it smells in here!

Oh, Josep.

He's hungry all the time. I make him sandwiches this big!

I have to ask Paquita to save me two loaves for tomorrow.

He's getting so big.

You two look more alike day by day.

He's such good company.

I'll be sad when he goes home to his parents in a week.

I don't know why they had to leave.

That was your daughter-in-law's decision.

My boy was happy here.

And then you...

You left us... Just like that.

Well.

Should I make lentils? Maybe it's too hot.

Or pork with potatoes. Pep likes that.

And pineapple!

She's here nearby, I'm sure of it.

What if she's at a friend's house?

That occurred to me too.

You were a little too hard on the boy.

Because he knows something. I can tell.

-He's hiding something. -So quiet.

Exactly.

You want to go back? To see him?

I wouldn't rule it out.

We're alone!

Alone!

My grandmother went out.

She won't be back for a few hours.

That means we have the house to ourselves.

-Then I'm going to take a shower. -OK.

I'll need some clothes to change into.

What clothes?

Those are my grandmother's clothes.

So? They're all old.

This one.

Do you know she still talks to your godfather like he's alive?

Yeah.

They really loved each other.

A lot.

What? You've never seen me in a bikini?

Sure.

Can you wash this for me, please?

The town looks different from up here.

Don't get so close. Someone might see you.

-Do you think I'm pretty? -Yeah, I guess so.

That's it?

You're the prettiest girl I've ever met.

-What's in those boxes? -They're shoes no one bought.

Can I see?

Those were for the man at Can Canot. He died before he could pick them up.

I'm not surprised your grandmother couldn't sell them.

No one would dare to wear them in this town.

I'll try these on if you try on the red ones.

Stand up!

Look I'm Xisco, from Can Canot!

And I died before I could pick them up!

These heels are high!

I'm the sexiest girl in town.

What was that?

A kiss.

That's how you kiss?

It's my first time.

Open your mouth and close your eyes.

Do what I do.

Not bad.

Do you have any books in this house?

-Books? -Yeah, you know.

Those things made of paper that you read.

Yes.

-Come with me to find one. -Wait.

Help me clean this up.

GIRL MISSING WHILE PLAYING

What are you looking for?

Haven't you ever found any secrets? Everybody has them.

Not my grandparents.

Everybody. All adults have secrets.

Trust me.

I'm not sure I want to.

A month ago I found some love letters in my mother's room.

They were from Vidal's dad.

He sent them to my mom before she was married,

when both couples were already engaged.

What do you mean a love letter?

You know what love is, right?

Well those letters were X-rated.

The worst part is that they were from September,

the same month my parents got married.

And I was born in June.

So...?

So that dumb ass Vidal could be my brother.

-And your dad knows this? -Of course he knows!

I think he knew before they got married.

So why did he marry your mother then?

Because of what people might say.

In this stupid little town everyone is afraid of what people think.

No one does what they want.

So is that why you ran away?

Quick, my grandmother!

-I'll take this one. -Pep!

Can't you take a different one? That was my godfather's favourite.

So what? If your grandmother asks, tell her you're reading it.

Coming, grandma!

-Why was the door locked? -I was in the bathroom.

I'm going to take off these shoes and soak my feet.

Can you get it?

Hello?

Hi, mom.

Good.

No. They haven't found her yet.

Yes...

Of course.

No. We said Sunday of next week.

No, I want to stay. I'll be bored at home.

Plus, grandma wants me to stay with her.

-Isn't that right, grandma? -What?

My parents want me to come home.

-Don't you want me to stay? -Of course, sweetheart!

You keep me company.

All year, I'm excited for summer to come around!

So that's it. I'll see you soon.

What?

I'll put the covers on. Don't worry. Bye!

-Why are you writing in the book? -I always do it when I read.

When I find a sentence I like, I underline it.

I just told you that book was my godfather's favourite.

Should I ask for his permission then?

You could have a little respect for the dead.

The dead? But they're gone.

Sure, but maybe they can see us.

Are you saying you believe in ghosts?

No...

Maybe.

I don't know. Something has to happen after we die, right?

What do you expect to happen? We're gone and that's it.

-Do you really believe that? -I do.

Aren't you afraid of anything?

No. Not anymore.

I used to be afraid of one thing.

What?

Rotting in this stupid town.

If you use your tongue I'll rip it out

and piss in your mouth!

That's it!

She likes it!

Your turn, Pep. You could luck out.

Roser, are you sure you want this kid to kiss you?

Absolutely!

He doesn't even know how to jerk off! I bet he's a terrible kisser.

The cops are coming!

What are you doing?

Nothing. We were just playing.

You'd be better off playing by the square, where there's light,

where your parents can see you.

You don't have any news about your friend Sara, do you?

-No? -You're looking for her body, aren't you?

Why do you say that?

My dad says that if more than 48 hours go by

and you still haven't found her, it's because...

For now it's still just a missing person case.

Now go home, which is where you should be.

Do you think they've seen it all?

Let's go.

You. Pick up that bottle.

-Don't you ever kiss him again. -Come on, Vidal.

Sara. The police were asking about you again.

Let them. As long as you don't tell them the truth, they won't find me.

-What were you doing behind my wall? -Smoking.

Pere took a couple cigarettes from his father.

Disgusting! You kissed that know-it-all, Roser.

-Did you use your tongue? -Just a little.

Pep, wake up.

-What? -Aren't you going to church today?

Good morning.

Damn. Look at that...

Check out that bush.

If there's grass on the field, play ball.

Pep, come here. You'll never forget today's mass.

I stole it from my uncle.

Won't he find out?

How is he going to find out? He has a ton of them.

-Look "princesses at your service". -Show him the one with the big boobs.

-This one's a real pussy, not the others! -No way...

Dear lord, we pray for an end to hunger in the world.

Lord, hear our prayer.

And especially today, Lord, we pray for Sara.

Keep her out of harm's way.

Protect her from hunger and cold.

And bring her back to us soon, safe and sound.

Let us pray, for her parents, whose faith carries them through these painful times.

Lord, hear our prayer.

-Sara, people are suffering! -Oh yeah? Why?

Because you disappeared! Why do you think?

Ah, because of me?

Don't you get it? Everyone thinks you're dead!

Psh. They'll get over it. God willing.

Write a letter to your parents.

And what should I say, that you kidnapped me?

No. You tell them you're OK. That nothing happened to you.

And you'll leave the letter in the mailbox on the square

so everyone knows that I'm here in town.

No. I'll take my bike and send it from La Mora.

Please.

Where is he going in such a hurry?

-He's not from around here. -But he's been here before.

-He's in a real hurry! -He sure is.

What are you underlining?

"It was unpleasant to follow the reflection of other people's lives.

She was too eager to live herself."

Why do you like that part?

It makes me think.

What does it mean?

We shouldn't resign ourselves.

We have to fight for the life we want

and not the life everyone else thinks we should live.

Tolstoy was...

So you like the book, I guess?

It's incredible.

Was it really your godfather's favourite book?

-Your godfather seemed a little dumb. -Well, he wasn't.

He was quiet, but very smart.

You like coming to your family's defence.

Well...

-You love them a lot. -More than you love yours.

-Pep! -Quick, my grandma!

Your friend wrote a letter!

Your friend Sara.

She wrote a letter to her parents saying that she's OK.

-Does it say where she is? -No.

Just that she's OK and they shouldn't worry.

-Aren't you happy? -Yes, very happy.

I thought you only liked comic books.

That was before. But now I'm growing up.

I'm sick of telling all these lies!

You've never done this before?

My dad always does it for me.

Who taught you how?

Definitely not my dad.

I like doing things with my hands.

I like to paint too. If you could see my room...

Want me to do all of them?

Would you?

I'll do this favour for you, if you do one for me.

-OK? -What favour?

Go to my house to get some money I have in my room.

What? How am I supposed to do that?

It'll be easy. I'll tell you how.

-I'll get caught! -No.

If you knew you wanted to leave, why didn't you take the money then?

I don't know.

I guess I was in such a hurry to leave...

I was planning it for two years from now.

So why now?

Because of you.

Because of me?

Because of what you said to me when we were playing hide and seek.

Me? What did I say?

That if I didn't like playing, why was I still doing it?

What does that have to do with leaving home?

Everything!

Now is a good time.

My dad is in the garden.

-Now? -Now.

Since you're going, bring me something else too.

What?

Some underwear and a bra.

So? You must be happy.

-Why? -Because of Sara's letter.

Oh, yeah.

-Everyone is so relieved. -Of course.

At least for now.

-What do you mean, for now? -Just that.

Sara may be smart,

but I don't think she can make it all by herself.

-You don't think so? -No. Do you?

-A Popsicle. -And a beer, please.

Knowing her, I think she'll be OK.

Whatever you say. She's still just a kid.

She's been doing fine so far.

She must not be far away.

-What do you mean? -Just that.

Either the police will find her, or she'll have to come home soon. Thanks.

You just can't live without any money.

Hi.

Can I have a taste? Just a little?

-You don't even like those. -That's not true! I love them.

Go on, go on.

Sara?

Who's there?

Who's there?

It's Pep.

I wanted to know if you've heard anything more from Sara.

Come on up.

"Dear Mom and Dad. I'm writing to tell you not to worry. I'm fine."

That's typical of my daughter.

What?

Treating us like children.

But that's what's so unlike her. She added a P.S. that says:

"In my own way, I love you. You know that."

She can't have written that.

For Sara, emotions were always a nuisance.

Someone else must have convinced her to write that.

Maybe that someone can convince her to come home.

That's what the police said before, but I doubt anyone could do that.

Sara won't be back.

-Don't say that. I bet they'll find her. -No.

And to tell you the truth, I don't want them to find her.

It must surprise you to hear me say that.

Of course you're surprised, because I'm her mother.

I should want her to come home.

But Sara has wanted to leave this town for a long time,

and to leave us.

Sara has always been...

a complicated girl.

Too much so.

I never knew what to do with her.

I'm glad you got the letter from Sara.

This is the boy from Can Sabater.

I'm going to wash up.

I have to go. My grandmother's waiting for me.

So?

Good job! What took you so long?

I was worried. I thought you got caught.

-I did. -What?

Your mother saw me as I was leaving.

-And? -She talked to me about you.

You want to know what she said?

No, please.

You don't want to know how she's feeling?

I already know. Guilty, but relieved.

You were right. Your parents don't love each other.

Did you see the mayor kissing my mom?

Yeah.

And how your dad didn't kiss her when he came in.

"All happy families are alike;

each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."

Tolstoy.

Right.

And the underwear?

Here. You earned this.

-I don't want it. -Take it.

-I don't want it! -Wait.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

I'm grateful for what you did, really. You were brave.

No one else would have done something like that for me.

Now that you have the money, are you going to leave?

Yes. But first I want to finish the book.

Look! Isn't this incredible?

I don't like reading.

I love it.

I like comics, eating...

and you.

Here, I've brought you an apple.

-What are you doing? -I'm counting your freckles.

How many did you count?

Thirty-three.

I have a lot more.

Some of them are hidden.

Do you want to see one?

Did you see it?

-What shape is it? -It's a heart.

Bingo.

Do you want to see one that's even more hidden?

You can touch it if you want to.

-That tickles. -Sorry.

-Where are you going? -To read.

-What a drag. School starts on Monday. -I'm looking forward to it.

No way. When I'm mayor, I'll outlaw school.

Yeah, right.

You know it's not hereditary.

Of course I know that. I'm not an idiot!

I'm just saying, if I'm mayor one day

there will be three months of school and the rest, vacation.

Too bad mayors don't get to decide those things...

Hey!

Pep.

-Do you like how I did these braids? -Sure.

I'm talented with my hands.

Hey!

Cut it out!

-What time are you leaving tomorrow? -After lunch.

Do you want to go behind the wall to say goodbye?

Let's all go!

That's OK.

I'd better go. I have to pack.

-Goodbye, Pep. -Goodbye!

-Will you be back in November? -Give it a rest!

I don't know.

-See you soon. -See you, Pep.

Joan, will you be back in November?

What a tragedy.

-The gentleman is leaving for the city. -Shut up, Vidal!

Are you leaving already?

I still have to pack.

Do you want some help?

I'll come with you. I need to stretch my legs a little.

Let's go.

-See you tomorrow, then. -See you tomorrow!

-Enjoy the vegetables. -Bye, thanks.

So?

Are you ready to go home to your parents?

No.

You'll miss your friends, I guess.

Not as much as Sara.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

The people we love are always in our hearts,

even when they're far away.

What time is it?

Twelve thirty.

Are you leaving already?

I'll wait half an hour to make sure no one sees me.

And then...

Where will you go?

I'll cross the woods and when I get to the road...

What if no one stops?

People always stop for a girl.

Aren't you afraid?

I told you I'm not afraid of anything.

Will you write to me?

I don't like letters.

A postcard?

Will you send me a postcard of Big Ben?

-Sara, please. Don't go! -Are you kidding?

You can still go home.

You can say you fell, and you hit your head,

and you forgot who you were.

Are you crazy? No one will believe that!

You make up another story.

You're good at that. You can come up with an excuse.

-You don't get it. -What?

Nothing. It doesn't matter. You can't understand. You're too young.

I'm just a year younger than you are.

Plus, I'm a man now.

Men don't cry.

You can't leave, Sara.

Why not?

Because I love you.

You don't love me.

I do love you.

Stop saying that.

Sara, I love you.

Don't say it again!

I love you.

Don't say it again, because it isn't true.

You just think you love me because I jerked you off.

That's not why.

I've loved you for a long time and you know it.

I have to go.

It hasn't been half an hour yet.

Thank you, Pep. For everything.

Sara.