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Let me go!

Shush, stay still.

Where are my clothes?

I don't know!

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

Don't move. You're fucking hurting me!

Don't move.

Let me go.

We're stuck together.

What?

Don't move!

-Don't touch me! -Stop screaming!

Please…

It hurts me. My head hurts.

Who are you?

Let's try to sit up.

I want to know why we can't detach ourselves.

What's that?

Surgical tape?

What?

I think we are…

stuck together.

Stuck together?

-How? -I don't know.

-With glue? -I don't know.

-Help! -We have to keep calm.

-Help! -Calm down.

-Help! -Calm down.

Stay still.

Just stay still

for one fucking second!

Stay still!

Why did you do this to me?

I didn't do anything.

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

If we don't calm down, it will get much worse.

Okay?

We have to come unstuck.

No, I don't think we can.

Why not?

Stop it!

Don't!

Don't.

How did I get here?

Where are we?

Let's try it again. Listen to me.

We're going to try again.

My head…

I'm dying of thirst.

Me too.

What's the last thing you remember?

I left my house…

to meet with my husband.

What about you?

I was on a date.

We must have been drugged.

How?

I don't know.

Rohypnol…

scopolamine, scoop.

Scoop?

Chemical submission.

It overrides your will. Turns you into a zombie.

And you don't remember a thing.

How do you know all this?

What world do you live in?

These drugs are used by…

By whom?

Rapists.

Calm down.

So, you also raped me?

I didn't do anything to you! I didn't do anything!

-I didn't-- -Let go of me!

That's a needle mark.

You sedated me.

-Get off. -Let go of me!

We're stitched together.

We're stitched together.

-Why didn't you say anything? -To avoid this.

Calm down.

Calm down.

I'm sure it's just skin to skin. That's it.

"That's it"?

Yes. We can cut the seam, and it'll barely leave a scar.

Why did they do this to us?

Will they demand a ransom?

They won't get much from me.

I'm cold.

Don't touch me.

I am only trying to warm you up.

Those two paintings are identical.

It's like they're watching us.

Where the fuck are we?

-This could be a hotel room. -I don't think so.

What do we know?

Someone drugged us.

At one point.

And kept us sedated…

while they were doing this to us.

Then they brought us here.

Or else they stitched us together here.

Calm down.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Leave me alone.

I'm just trying to calm you down. Calm down!

Let me make this clear.

Until proven otherwise, you're my prime suspect.

-That's a bit unfair. -Unfair is what's happening to me.

What's happening to us.

How do I know that you aren't the psycho that planned all this?

I don't need to drug women to get into bed with them.

We can't tell whether it's day or night.

They have taken everything from us.

Clothes.

Watches. Cell phones.

At least they left you your earrings.

What?

What's wrong?

These aren't mine!

-Whose are they? -How would I know?

Disgusting!

Jesus!

We're well and truly fucked.

-Fuck. -That's disgusting! Please…

There's a phone on the table.

We can call for help.

It won't work.

-Why not? -Kidnappers don't leave you phones.

Listen,

could a boyfriend have done this?

A very angry one?

I'm married.

That's what I mean.

Leave me alone.

If you want, I'll just go.

I am not in the mood.

I'm laughing to keep myself from crying.

There has to be an explanation.

Let's think.

Why would they do this to us?

Are we connected in any way?

-Where do you live? -Close to the industrial zone.

Something tells me that's not your habitat.

-I live in Augusta Park. -Yeah, thought so.

-Any siblings? -No.

I'm an only child. You?

I'm an orphan.

I'm sorry.

Where do you work?

At the port.

I work at a clothes store.

Well… worked.

How old are you?

Thirty eight.

And you?

Thirty three.

I went to a public school, I bet you went to a private one.

Obviously, we have nothing in common.

A remote control?

There are cameras.

We're being filmed.

Where?

I don't know.

We have to separate.

But I don't know how.

I heard a door slam shut.

Where the fuck are we?

Dogs.

Near a dog pound?

The phone.

We have to get up and call for help.

It's not going to work.

Let's try at least.

Okay. We'll get up.

This is going to hurt.

What are you doing?

Not like that.

Let me do it.

First of all, we should try to get to the edge of the bed.

Do as I say.

I'm going to roll over you, okay?

Now, let's try to sit up.

Come on.

And now, how do we stand up?

My name is David, by the way.

Sara.

-When I say "now," we stand up. -Okay.

One, two, now!

Hold tight!

I said hold tight, dammit!

I haven't got the strength, you moron!

-Don't insult me! -Or what? You'll hit me?

I'm sorry. It hurts.

We can't even walk.

Hey, come on. Let's try again.

Okay?

I'm going to hold you by the waist.

Okay.

Let's go.

One…

two, and three!

Don't look at me like that.

On three, step towards the table.

Come on.

One, two, step.

No dial tone.

Don't drink it!

I'm dying of thirst!

You knew, didn't you?

Here.

Come on. I want to figure out where we are.

Damn.

Let me go.

Help! Help! Is anyone there?

We need help!

Calm down.

-Help! Let go of me! -Calm down.

Calm down.

I'm stitched to a stranger,

we're god knows where, and I've probably been raped.

-Not by me, I swear. -How do you know?

-We don't remember anything. -I'm not a fucking rapist!

I'm sorry.

I can't take it anymore.

Listen, if we want to get out of here, we have to keep calm. Okay?

Calm down.

And now, on top of that…

What?

Me too, I'm also…

I also need to…

-What do we do? -That must be the bathroom.

Come on.

Wait, what if someone's there?

We'll find out soon enough.

Fuck.

I've never felt so humiliated in my life.

I wish I could say the same.

I feel so ashamed.

Close your eyes.

We need to squat at the same time.

I'm done.

We can stand up now.

One, two, up.

Now, I don't know how to…

By sitting down.

Right.

I'll sit down. Okay.

Hang on. Let me close my legs.

-One. -Two.

Two. Down.

Wait. One second.

Hey.

We'll get through this. You hear me?

I am not so sure of that.

Think of the people who are waiting for you.

No one is waiting.

Your husband?

Oh yeah, right, my husband.

All done.

Let's go.

Up.

And you? Is someone waiting for you?

Goldie.

My dog.

What's so funny?

He's been alone all day, he must be really scared.

Of course.

He keeps me company.

Dogs are nicer than most people.

They care about you.

They don't judge.

They aren't selfish.

Put this on.

Please.

I'm afraid of the dark.

Don't worry,

so am I.

I think there's someone here.

What?

Where? How?

I don't know…

Those pills.

-They weren't there. -They were. We just hadn't noticed.

No. They weren't.

-Was someone in the room? -Yes.

Careful! What are you doing?

Someone came in here.

-Jesus. -What?

-Those bastards. -What is it?

Does it hurt?

No.

No.

My head hurts.

Painkillers.

Here.

Perfect.

What about you?

It's odd that you don't want it. You have a headache too.

I also have an ulcer.

How convenient.

Do you still believe I'm behind this shit?

Whatever. It can't get any worse.

I need to lie down.

My head is spinning.

-Let's go back to the bed. -Okay.

Slowly, please.

The phone…

Careful! Easy.

Nothing.

Crouch down.

The earrings… Give them to me.

What do you do, again?

I work with my hands.

The Bible.

There's a passage that's marked here.

"The wolf will live with the lamb,

the leopard will lie down with the goat,

the calf and the lion and the yearling together,

and a little child will lead them."

What does it mean?

No idea.

Another Bible.

Great. We need as much help as possible to get out of here.

-They're identical. -Look, something fell out of the book.

"Rita."

Who is Rita?

I don't know.

I have a photo taken at the same place. I studied French there for a year.

I've only been there once with a girlfriend, years ago.

I'll never forget that flight. It was a nightmare.

It was… Like a roller coaster.

Does she look familiar to you?

No.

Come with me. Let's walk toward the paintings.

Let's stand up.

One, two, three.

Up.

-Let's walk. -Careful.

What is that?

There must be more of these.

How did you know?

-They must be watching us. -What exactly do you do?

It's on now.

I'll call the police.

-The police? -Yes.

You don't want me to call the police?

They're jammed.

Mozart's Requiem.

His favorite piece of music.

Whose? What's happening?

Forgive me.

It was him.

Mario.

My husband.

What are you talking about?

He's a prominent figure

in exact sciences and philosophy.

He has dedicated his life to researching one number.

Number two is his religion.

Two?

What makes it so fascinating?

It's the lowest prime number.

And it's the only one that's even.

It's the basis for the binary system.

The only number that gives the same result if it's added to itself,

multiplied by itself, or raised to the power of itself.

It's the second Motzkin number.

Plato, Pythagoras… They already knew how important it was.

It's the duality.

The basis of the bilateral symmetry.

The two sides of the brain.

Yin and yang. Female and male.

-Body and soul. -You didn't strike me as an intellectual.

I am not.

But I've lived with Mario for many years.

Why would someone like him do something like this?

He's convinced I'm having an affair.

He can be very cruel.

But it's insane to do this to me.

You say he's really jealous…

and yet he puts you in bed, sewn to another man?

Two identical Bibles.

Two identical paintings.

His favorite music plays when you dial two on the phone.

Two weeks ago,

he left me because…

he said he was convinced I had a lover.

Have you… cheated on him?

-If this is your jealous husband… -No, I haven't cheated on him.

Yeah, sure.

I got a message from him saying he wanted to talk to me.

But I can't remember where he wanted to meet.

Maybe that's why he brought you here! He wants you to confess!

What about you?

If that's true, why did he bring you?

-Exactly! -What are you hiding?

Don't try to make this about me!

Your face, your cared-for skin,

your perfect tan in the middle of winter,

your cloying perfume, this cheap Don Juan vibe about you…

Are you a gigolo?

Escort.

-A male whore? -This has nothing to do with my work.

Yes, it does. You said so before.

Maybe your client's husband

wants to fuck you up for banging his wife.

No way, my dates are safe. Everything is under control.

Dates?

-Yes. -What the fuck…

What you're saying makes no sense. If this is my fault, why are you here?

Is he capable of killing you?

I promise we will get out of here.

Come.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

There's nothing we can do.

It's steel. Armored.

It can only be opened from the outside.

You sound like an expert.

I have done some things…

Great! I'm stuck to a criminal.

And you had it all handed to you on a silver platter.

Why do you say that?

A young wife of an older man, a father figure who provides for her…

You always need someone to look after you.

-Fuck you! -Help me.

Hey, I have a couple of failed marriages behind me.

Come on. Help me.

Come on.

Let's try to open the window.

Lift it!

Where the fuck are we?

-Can you smell solvent? -Yes.

It's a paint factory.

There's one by the cemetery.

But it's far away from the city.

Dogs.

-Are you okay? -Can't you see?

Fuck.

No one can help us. We're in the middle of nowhere.

If we weren't sewn to each other, we could have gotten out the window.

But we are, so it's impossible.

Besides, we both are very weak.

Please.

We have to undo the stitches.

Come on.

Come on.

What are you looking for?

Something to cut them with.

Is this our blood?

Fucking hell, they totally butchered us.

Bastard…

Drop that!

-We have to cut the stitches. -No, don't!

There's no other way. We have to…

We have to do it.

Can't you see your hand is shaking?

Stop it!

You're right, you do it.

You do it. Go on.

You can do it.

You're doing…

a great job.

They've stitched us flesh to flesh.

They cut out a piece of skin.

Fucking bastard.

What an absolute fucking bastard!

Motherfucker!

I swear I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

Bastard.

I would like to go back to the bed.

Yes. Me too.

Let's go.

Wait…

What is it?

I'm starting to remember.

Two days ago,

a man offered me money to sleep with his wife.

His fingers caught my attention.

He kept stroking his nails with his fingertips.

Starting to remember?

Yes.

Or have you been lying to me this whole time?

Not this again.

I have problems.

Sometimes, one feels obligated to do…

certain things.

What are you telling me?

You told me your husband was much older than you.

What was that man's name?

I can't remember.

I thought…

he was going to ask me to have a threesome with his wife.

Describe him.

It was dark in the bar, and I'd had too much to drink.

Describe him.

Late fifties.

Gray hair and beard.

Was he wearing glasses?

Yes.

He had big gaudy acetate glasses.

It's him.

Millions of men have gray hair and beard.

This one is my husband.

He will kill me.

But…

I was supposed to sleep with his wife. I never thought he was that twisted.

No one had ever offered me so much money.

Eight thousand.

That's a fortune.

A lot of money.

-And you accepted! -Sara…

-Sara! -You fucking accepted!

Calm down.

Listen to me.

Hey!

He promised me there would be no violence.

Never. I swear, I never…

-You have to believe me. -You disgust me.

I have a lot of debts. One card paying off the other.

The banks don't care about your troubles,

and the moneylenders show up. It's a downward spiral.

Sara…

You have to believe me, I have never hurt anyone.

Look at me.

Sara, I'd never lay a finger on you.

Look at me, look at me.

I am…

really sorry.

I really am.

I only…

Calm down!

Stop it!

Stop it.

Come on.

Our only chance is to negotiate with him.

-How? -I don't know.

We'll think of something.

Come on.

Fuck.

For fuck's sake.

What now?

If it is Mario, he won't negotiate.

We have to keep a cool head.

Okay?

Come on.

Leave this to me.

I know how to talk to him.

Firm, calm, and never, ever, raise your voice.

Okay.

Hello, you two.

Do you like the room?

Why are you doing this to us?

Please, let us go.

Calm down.

Why have you done this to us?

You fucking bastard!

You sick motherfucker!

Fuck you and your mother, you fucking asshole!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't help it.

It wasn't him.

What?

It wasn't my husband.

-Yes, it was. -No.

He's the one that paid me. The voice was distorted, but…

No. I'm certain it wasn't him.

-Who was it then? -I don't know.

Sara…

Sara, think. Do you have any enemies?

-I don't know. -Someone from college?

A student, an ex-student.

Your husband seems like an asshole. I'm sure he has enemies.

I don't know.

Try to remember, Sara. Try to remember. Think!

Look. Look at the photo.

Look at it.

Does the name Rita mean anything to you?

The earrings.

They are the ones that I'm wearing.

Who is Rita?

-I don't know. -Sara, try to remember. Who is Rita?

A friend of your husband's? A relative of yours?

Sara, think. Try to remember.

Try to remember.

Sara.

Sara. Are you okay?

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Come.

Breathe.

Breathe. Calm down.

Let's calm down.

And not think about anything.

Give our minds a rest.

Breathe.

I don't like flying.

When I travel by plane, I always close my eyes.

Take a few deep breaths.

Count to ten.

And exhale.

If we hit turbulence, I think about what I want to do when we land.

I already know what I'm going to do if we get out of here.

You do?

I'm going to ask for a divorce.

Do you still think it was him?

I don't know…

but it wasn't his voice.

How could you marry a man like that?

I started dating Mario

not long after my father died.

He made me feel safe, I guess.

But then all the jealousy kicked in.

He'd stay in his office all day.

He'd barely speak to me.

He'd lose his temper.

But I never stood up for myself…

because I'm a coward.

-You're very brave. -I'm not.

You're showing it now.

Get real.

Get real.

Does he hit you?

What a fucking bastard.

He's blocked all my credit cards.

I'm broke.

You probably can't stand being alone.

Where's that coming from?

Oh no, I'm not judging you.

I can't stand being alone either.

I hate it.

I spent my childhood in foster homes.

Luckily, I have Goldie.

Yes.

He's one grateful dog.

He was abandoned too.

When I was a child,

I envied the kids that had siblings.

Me too.

Are you feeling better?

If we don't get out of here, we're going to die.

Either the wounds get infected or our bodies reject each other.

Unless we're the same blood type.

You're lucky, as I'm a universal donor.

So am I.

Here, right here.

What's in that box?

It's warm.

What's in the box?

No. Don't touch it. Don't.

It's obvious he wants to play with us.

Okay.

Let's play then.

You won't believe this.

What?

Lasagna?

My favorite food.

And I love meatloaf.

No, wait. What are you doing?

-I'm starving. -What if it's poisoned?

If I'm going to die, I may as well do it on a full stomach.

How did you know about the cameras?

I already told you.

Tell me the truth.

That remote control activates the cameras remotely.

How do you know that?

Sometimes I installed cameras in the places where I had dates.

Why?

I used the recordings to blackmail my clients.

-Hey! Are you insane? -You disgust me!

-How does that change anything? -You're his accomplice!

I told you the truth so you could trust me.

-I need space! -We're sewn together.

What part of that don't you understand?

Mario, that's enough!

Mario, can you hear me?

You were right! Are you happy now?

I was cheating on you!

I cheated on you, Mario!

All the time!

He doesn't want us to kiss.

How so?

When we kissed before, the lights went out too.

Enough!

Enough!

While you're here, you will do as I say. Is that clear?

That's enough.

-The door is open. -Enough!

Stop that!

He's the one that gave me the money.

He's disguised as my husband.

He wanted to meet by the old station.

-Come on. -Let's go.

Is he dead?

I don't know.

Wait.

Young mother gives birth to Siamese twins of opposite sexes.

The only known case in the whole world.

Conjoined babies to become part of foster system.

The father has been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.

The mother of the twins died after giving birth.

The mother.

The mother.

Do you recognize her?

Rita.

I lied to you…

when I said I was 33 years old.

On May 4th…

I turned 38.

On May 4th…

I was born in La Casa de la Caridad.

I was born in Santa Marta clinic.

They forged the birth certificate.

I have… a scar.

Where?

-Get back. -Yes.

I thought it was raining.

We're on the first floor. We're saved! We can get out through the window.

What's going on?

It's a painting.

It's all fake.

Wait…

I can't breathe.

No, breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe. No.

No. We can't give up now, okay?

Come on.

Breathe, please.

-I can't. -Come on.

Come on, let's go!

Hold on and breathe.

God, they're stitched together.

My Beretta.

Wait, what?

It's mine.

Why do you have a gun?

It's not only men that like guns.

I don't like them.

I took it to my meeting with Mario.

When were you going to tell me?

What's it for?

Sara, please, put it down.

Put it down.

Just in case.

Mario…

Is this your husband?

Did you kill him?

I… I don't know.

It was me.

I met him when I was looking for Sara.

I investigated.

And I learned.

When I found out that two was the key to everything,

I knew I had to bring you back together.

You will live here,

with me.

The Bunker brothers never felt lonely.

They got married.

And between them they had 23 children.

I did it for your own good.

-Let's move towards the door. -Yes.

You're beautiful, just like Rita.

Don't come any closer.

You wouldn't dare shoot your father.

-Sara. -David.

Are you okay?

Yeah. You?

-I can't move. -What?

My leg.

You have to find help.

I can't hold on for much longer.

How?

I can see a letter opener! Come on.

Get closer.

I got it.

I got it. Here.

Come on.

-Separate yourself from me. -What?

We won't get anywhere together.

-Come on. -I can't do that.

Do it.

Otherwise, we will both die.

Do it.

It's too blunt.

It doesn't cut.

Try again.

Hold on, please.

I'll wait for the turbulence to pass.

I'll be back with help.

Sara.

Apart, you're weak.

Together, you're perfect.

The Bunker brothers led a full life.

First, one of them died.

Two hours later, his brother.

You're not going anywhere.