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-We can't leave Laguna alone. -He's already alone! It's dangerous.

It's full of nutcases.

It was a bad idea. They'll find nothing.

What the hell is this?

Highclare? Come on, Laguna. Say something.

The Highclare Forum is a kind of think tank for millionaires.

-Barbrow controls it. -He has friends.

More than friends, slaves. It's said that he can control minds.

Vergara is with the devil?

They convinced me to do terrible things.

-And they get me out of the way. -Until they need you again.

You have to get to Lombardi. Vergara said so.

We can't keep running away. We have to make a trip.

Good morning. I'm Father Lombardi.

PORTSMOUTH, ENGLAND

Can I see your invitation please?

Can I see your invitation please? Thank you.

Yes. Lovely to see you again.

Welcome.

So I say to him, are you serious? You're using a five iron?

-You'll be in a bunker all afternoon. -Not if he had a good sand wedge.

The ball would bounce up out of the sand.

He did have one, but it's another thing to know how to use it.

Knowing him, the most likely thing is that he's still there.

VATICAN CITY, ROME

Come in, please.

The book?

Yes. I have it here.

Hold on.

We can't know what we're dealing with unless you let me see it.

-Sorry, Father, but we don't know... -I understand.

-You don't know me. -And I don't know you.

-I have to trust what you say. -Is that what you mean?

What's your relationship with Father Vergara?

We're like brothers. We studied together, here in Rome.

Of course, but I'd like to know more.

I'll show you something.

This was the lecture hall.

Here Vergara and I devoted the precious years of our youth,

studying the scholastics, St. Augustine, St. Thomas.

All that spirituality, what has it become?

A sports center.

We have to leave now. Mike is waiting.

That's life. Even the Vatican needs money.

Oh, if Vergara could see it.

You take over.

Come on.

Thank you.

He liked simple things.

He was happy in our little town, beside the sea.

He loved sailing.

-Right, Paco? -Yes.

It was a little boat, no?

He had a little boat, didn't he?

Yes, a boat painted blue.

That's right. Blue.

Sometimes when he went to sea...

Yeah, he used to call me from sea and I used to tell him...

This call will cost a fortune. But he didn't care.

He could spend hours on the phone.

The town isn't on the coast, is it?

-No. -Shit.

-Give me the book. -Stop talking this bullshit.

Shit!

Fuck!

Thank you.

We've been waiting almost an hour.

-Who does this guy think he is? -Relax, darling.

Do you know the money I've lost to get to this talk?

-Relax, sweetie. -Okay.

All right.

-I'll see you afterwards, okay? -Okay.

Hi.

Mike, he's already here. Don't worry. Everything's under control.

-Okay. -Hi, sugar.

It's very simple and very complicated at the same time,

but it could be summarized like this.

That's why we're here. I told you this last year

and apparently, things haven't changed.

We know what is going to happen, but not when.

We need to know the exact moment, so as to react in time

and control our options. Yes or no?

-That's right. -That is why I have come to

the conclusion that the only way to know the exact date and time

of the end of the world is to provoke it ourselves.

Well, that seemed to catch your attention, didn't it?

Yeah.

Why deny it? This world is finished.

Resources are becoming exhausted.

Wars are becoming increasingly menacing.

The climate is a catastrophe and keeping the species alive

is terribly, terribly expensive.

Everything that these poor wretches have done in

their governments are just Band-Aids.

The real question is, how do you really fix something?

For real.

I'll give you one example of how. We've done it thousands of times.

It's an everyday gesture we all make without paying attention to it.

Our laptop is broken, or our cell phone, or the television.

We don't know what's wrong. We tried everything. It's blocked.

It just doesn't respond.

Is there no solution? Yes, there is.

We turn it off and we turn it on again and like magic,

it works again.

As simple as that.

We all know it, but no one wants to accept it.

Reset. Start from zero.

Or rather start from 0.0000000001.

And that one... that one is us.

And you're wondering, question,

"What makes us so special as to be chosen?"

-Well, the answer is simple. -Money! M-O-N-E-Y.

Yes, that's right, Mike. Money.

Because you have it, a lot of it, and that's a good thing.

Even though you've bought everything there is to be bought,

still, you feel empty, sad, bored.

There's something missing, isn't there?

Love!

But love is not that wimpy thing we see in the movies.

Love is the absolute conviction that something is good for you.

And, dear people, there is nothing better for you than being alive

and loving yourselves.

Loving yourselves, that is what it's all about.

Now, if any of this makes you uncomfortable, that's okay.

The door is always open.

However, this is going to happen.

Tuesday, March 20th, at 21:30 hours during the spring equinox,

we will experience the final death rattles of this planet

and then... nothing.

It's over.

Reset.

Now you can be among the chosen, or you can watch from the outside.

The choice, as always, is yours.

-Sir, there's something... -No.

No? Why? Let me at least...

Aren't you used to the fact that I know everything in your mind?

I'm told they've took Father Vergara from one of the palace dungeons.

Where are they taking him? What will you do with him?

He betrayed me in thought.

-We do not need him. -Are you still delving into his soul?

Into his, yours and all human beings. It's my job, Fabio.

I note a certain obstinacy in Vergara's case.

It's as if he were special to you.

-Don't concern yourself, Fabio. -I'm not, Your Highness.

But Vergara is more necessary now than ever.

Don't you think?

My 12 apostles. I'd like you to meet Peter.

So to speak, "He upon whom I shall build my Church."

Come on up here, Reginald.

Thank you. Thank you.

40 years, 40 years in the making. We knew what we were looking for.

We found it, but with no way to put it into practice,

at least not by any means known to mankind.

That was a bit of a disappointment.

What many would consider to be a dead end,

a hopeless situation, but one man did not give up.

Christian Barbrow did what he's done his entire life,

make the impossible possible.

Boy, and they say I pay him too much.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

My friend, you look fantastic. Thank you.

Billy, I need to be there within half hour.

-Hey! Mr. Johnson. Excuse me. -Hold on a minute.

I just wanted to take the opportunity to say hello

and thank you for all the work you're doing.

-Thank you. Thank you very much. -Hey, what are you doing?

-Don't bother him. -Am I bothering you?

-It's okay. Hold on one second. -This is intolerable.

-All right. -Sorry.

-I'm so sorry. -I'll be with her...

-Forgive me. -I'm on it.

-Come with me. Come with me. -Such a stupid guy.

ROME, ITALY

-Will they have found the body? -No. I don't think so.

-Two cappuccinos. The bathroom? -First door on the left.

Close it.

-Open it. -No way.

Paco.

What's this? The bathroom isn't for making love.

-Your coffee, Father Lombardi. -Thank you.

Are you Lombardi?

You're Elena, aren't you? I've been waiting for you for a long time.

I am the real Lombardi, my dear.

-Salcedo. How did you find me? -It's my job, remember?

You'll get nothing from here. It's not like in the town.

-What do you know of Paco? -Excuse me?

-You're with him and her. -I'm carrying out an investigation.

Nothing to do with any nonsense in the town.

Tell him I want to see him.

-I just told you. -His life is in danger.

Only I can save him.

-But you're reading it in reverse. -Paco!

You can't read it like a normal book, or you lose your head.

Literally.

There is no doubt. The eyes of God.

Some call it so, but it has other names.

This is the Wormius translation from the edition by Theodorus Philetas,

identical to one stolen from the Vatican. It's the finest.

And the John Dee edition in the British Museum,

but it has many errors that make it quite unreliable.

But what does it say? What's so important?

It's a grimoire, Paco.

-A what? -A book of spells.

Magical formulas based on mathematical principles.

A very unusual vision.

It's hard to read, very hard.

The last page is impossible.

Each symbol is a number that, in turn, represents a sound,

making it indecipherable unless we know the language we're speaking.

-Latin? -No. It doesn't work.

Luckily, a Danish mathematician and philologist

discovered ten years ago that it was an Ica dialect.

-Ica? -From Peru.

That's why nothing fit.

So, they already know what it says.

No.

Not this final page.

One would need a computing capacity that does not currently exist.

There is a theory. Some say it serves to summon no less than God.

The danger of such a spell is that it could cause...

-The end of everything. -I'm afraid so.

But deciphering this may take them years.

Or maybe they'll never succeed.

The problem is the Danish mathematician...

-Has vanished. -Exactly.

So they can.

-With the necessary energy, yes. -The 30 coins.

The suffering of God is the most powerful of energies.

But I don't understand one thing. What good does this book do us?

It explains how it's done, but also how to stop it.

The antidote.

Is it necessary to do this now?

It's been a pleasure, my friend.

I love you very much.

-But what can we do? -Nothing for now.

Barbrow has the edge on us.

We must travel to stop the ritual and you will help me.

-Travel where? -Nazca, in Peru.

-But how do we know? -That's a long story.

Barbrow acquired a petroglyph at an auction.

-He paid a fortune. -Hold on.

Can someone tell me what a petroglyph is?

An enormous stone, Paco.

We need fake passports, ID papers, driver's licenses.

Wait.

Father, are you okay?

Stop.

-Why? -Your Majesty!

-Your Majesty. -I know, Santoro.

Now that Lombardi is dead...

You need me.

Let us return to the surface.

PEDRAZA, SPAIN

Return to Earth what was underneath.

Bring back to life what is dead.

I'm sorry to tell you that time has been cruel to your bodies.

Reginald Johnson, Ph.D. from Cambridge.

He worked for over three decades on top European projects

in the field of physics.

This guy has to be linked to what we're investigating.

What's wrong? I can't find the link. And it's right in front of our noses.

-They're together! They're back! -Who?

Those who were once enemies now walk together

and are here on Earth, among us!

-It has a password. -Of course it does.

This man designed the European Space Agency satellite,

Airbus and the particle accelerator.

Sure it's got a fucking password. It may take a lifetime to find it.

How are you?

-And you? -I've been better.

Slow down! Slow down!

Lady, where are we going?

Lady, where are we going?

PEDRAZA FUNERAL SERVICES

Are we in such bad shape?

PEDRAZA FUNERAL SERVICES

-Why did she bring us here? -I don't know.

So that we try to fix that look of yours.

Look at yourself. You haven't seen yourself.

Goodness!

Dead flesh.

Two rotting corpses, that's what we are.

Nice way to come back to life. Damn.

"And on the third day, they rose again."

Holy scriptures are called holy for a reason.

Don't you respect anything?

Manuel, alive or dead or whatever you are now, you're always so boring.

-Let's go. -No. Wait.

We were brought here to fix our appearance.

We can't wander the world like this.

-A long road awaits us. -That's true.

Look at this pretty lab.

Let's go.

-What are you doing? -Making you look decent.

I'm going to shut that mouth.

You're getting it in my teeth.

You're so fussy, please!

Right. Fuck. I look like a clown.

Is this how you get revenge?

Revenge?

What are you doing?

I can't feel anything.

-You stuck it in me? -Yes.

Interesting. It'll do us good.

Returning to Rome to snatch the book from Elena won't be easy.

To...? What did you say?

I mean, to protect her. If she opens that book, she's as good as dead.

-Listen to me. -What?

I killed you once. I can do it again.

I want you to know that I don't trust you.

I don't trust you either, my friend.

Because of you, I lost the 30 coins.

But I don't hold a grudge. You've paid the price too.

Close it up well, eh?

Try this on.

How do I look?

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

I'm not surprised you went nuts.

She's pretty cute, your wife, mature, but well-preserved.

Someone who know what they have to do if you know what I mean.

If she comes back, I'd give her one, because you,

with the shit they're giving you, you should forget about it.

Let's go. Up you get.

What an atmosphere here today, yeah?

I'll leave this guy here. He's going to play a game with you.

Some tokens here.

He's a bit limp. When he wakes up, he tells jokes and he's a riot.

Fernando.

What's up with you?

Fernando!

-Sole! -Give him one of these.

-What is it? -To put my father to sleep.

This is trouble. I don't want to know.

-You always side with authority. -I'm not an idiot!

Let's get out of here. They're waiting for us.

Let's go!

Hold it!

Let's go.

Quietly, damn it. This way.

Salcedo, I can't talk right now. Quiet.

-Fuck! -What's wrong?

-It's not working. -Again.

-The strip is fucked. -It happens in hotels.

If it's with your phone.

-I can't believe this is happening. -Laguna.

No, Max. We don't have time to try 500 combinations now.

-We can put tape on the card. -Shut up and let me think!

Do you think you're still a soldier? You're crazy.

Sole? Sole!

Sole, Sole, Sole.

Sole, come here, honey. Look at the lock.

It has a metal piece and a spring.

-You just have to make it pop. -But...

I know what they did to you. Since the Ouija, nothing's been the same.

-No. -They think you have a power.

And I believe it too. Concentrate, honey. You can do it.

Think about what they did to your father. Do you them to do it again?

-No. -Then concentrate. Think about...

Think about how they burnt his hand just to see you raise the book.

-Can you feel it? Okay. -Yes.

Now channel the anger, the anger you felt afterwards.

-I wanted to kill them. -Right, very good.

Now focus that anger on the lock.

You want to blow the lock to smithereens, to melt it.

Go, Sole. Sole, you can do it.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go, guys!

Quickly! Quickly!

Come on!

Run.

-Salcedo! -No! Let go of me, you bastard!

Let go of me, motherfucker!

We're in the basement. It has to be now.

-Let's go, quickly! -Run!

We're coming out of the parking lot.

Salcedo, now! Come now! Hurry! Don't lag behind!

-Dad! -Sole, run! My daughter!

Come on!

-Let's go! -Hurry! Come on!

Antonio.

-Up! Come on! -Come on.

-Let's go, Julio. -Max got left behind.

Come on, old man.

However fast you are in your mind, you are slow.

-Get in! Go on. -Get up, Max!

-Let's go! -Start the bus!

Who gave this woman a license? We're going to die!

-You never drove like you had balls. -My balls are in my throat now.

Shit. Take the wheel for a moment.

-They're right. Ease up a bit. -Look in the damn mirror.

I lose them at the next detour, or we're screwed.

Relax.

It's Paco. Yes, Paco.

Salcedo. How do I put this in a few words? It's all going bad.

-Bad? -Bad, no. It's fucked.

Lombardi got killed.

They split him in half in front of us.

-Lombardi? -Lombardi was the only one

that could translate this shit.

-Translate what? -The book! Fuck!

These people are one step ahead of us.

-What is it? -Some Lombardi guy got killed.

-But do they have the book? -Do you have a book?

Yes, but we can't read it. We can't keep ahead of these people.

They don't know what to do. They can't read it. Hold on.

-I may have a contact I can call. -Now?

Tomorrow when it's open.

It doesn't matter who reads it. We have to find something else.

I loved this part.

We have to find a quiet place where we can hide. It has to be safe.

Maybe Antonio can think of something.

-Can you think of anything? -Pass me the phone.

-Paco, can you hear me? -Yes, Antonio.

-Beware of people dressed in blue. -What?

Let me.

Good evening. We're doing an evacuation drill.

-You must go down to reception. -Thanks.

-We'll be down in a minute. -You're welcome.

-Shit. They're here already. -Who?

-Didn't you see? She was all in blue. -What does that mean?

I don't know. Antonio warned me and that girl shows up.

Look, they're on the street.

THERMAL POOLS EMERGENCY EXIT

Come here. Let's go.

Paco!

Paco. Paco.

Paco.

-Where I am? -I have you at last.

There you are, my dear.

Cheers.

-Too bold? -No. I like it like this.

The coins shouldn't leave until their time comes.

-This was important. -Important? We didn't get the book.

She's still free and now we're stuck with your husband.

-Yeah, that's a great success. -It is for me.

Exactly, for you... just for you.

For everyone else, he's of no interest.

You're wrong. There's someone else who cares about him.

Elena?

She will come back for him. She always does.

Well, I hope you're right, because time is running out...

for mistakes too.

-Oh, Nico is having a nightmare. -No. Stay. He'll be fine.

It's just me. I'm the nightmare.