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We need some more.

Is it the same one?

Just get us some more! More!

So, anyway, tell us the story, please!

If I manage to finish the story...

Thank you.

Do you understand the story?

I'm gonna go and check on Mathew, ok? I'll be back.

Don't tell any good stories without me!

Don't worry, we won't! -Hurry back!

John! John! He is gone! -What!

He is missing! Our son!

Our son is not in his bedroom!

What do you mean? -He is gone, he is missing!

Mathew! Call the police! -Mathew!

Mathew! -Mathew!

Mathew!

Mathew!

You can sell yourself,

any offer is good,

if you want power, oh...

It's so easy

to open your mouth wide to give your opinion.

If you're thinking of backing out,

you have many footprints to erase.

Let me go,

I can't help it if I see you fall.

How scary.

Do you know what they say too?

What? -She talks to herself.

You used to be her friend, weren't you?

Yes, but, well, that was a long time ago.

Of course, she's a basket case.

Okay, shall we go? -Yes, come on, let's go.

What are you doing? Are you coming?

Of course. -Come on.

OPEN

CLOSED

TRAGEDY IN ALMANZORA DE LA VEGA

NOVEMBER

Has anyone seen you?

Come in.

I heard her coughing from the kitchen.

I couldn't tell her how much I loved her.

My little girl...

I didn't know this was possible,

but I've heard that you can,

that you can help me.

What was your daughter's name?

Raquel.

This was her favorite toy.

Can you remember any song she really liked?

No.

Music is the most powerful

thing to bridge the membranes between both worlds.

We can try with a power mantra, okay?

Tarara, mother, I dance.

Tarara has a white dress,

with red polka dots, for Maundy Thursday.

Tarara yes, Tarara no,

Tarara, mother, I'll dance.

Welcome, Raquel.

Dammit, Raquel,

I almost shit myself. What the hell are you doing here?

I told you to leave, to answer the call.

I had to warn you, Olivia. You're being watched.

They're after you, you must be very careful.

What?

They're coming for me, I must go,

they can't see me with you. -Who?

What are you talking about?

Are they back?

Hide!

No!

NOVEMBER TRAGEDY IN ALMANZORA DE LA VEGA

Shit!

I am the fucking boss!

Now I just have to wait for the call.

Hey, come here.

How is the water?

He took quite a blow.

Sorry, man, it was an accident.

Are you okay? -Fine,

but be careful, okay?

The beach isn't yours...

Chill, okay? I already said I was sorry.

Or maybe you'll get two slaps and a ball to the face.

Come on, Zeta!

It's your turn as goalkeeper!

Zeta, here!

Hey! Pass, pass, pass!

Good one, Alonso!

Good! -Come on!

Why are you standing there?

The telephone.

It just rang.

That's impossible. It never rings...

Yes...

Yes?

Hello? Who's speaking?

Javi... Javi Merino.

Javi!

Javi, fuck, is that you?

I can't believe it!

Fuck, is that you?

Are you in the Afterlife? Did you make it out?

Who...? -I knew it!

How's that? Is it cool?

Dammit, Javi! I can't wait to see you!

Did you save the girls?

This is a shithole, man, a foul hole.

The Abyss is not cool.

Mortaja fell short.

It's a major bummer.

I live at the Paraíso.

How are Alvaro and Zeta? -Excuse me...

Who are you?

Are you there?

Who could I be?

I'm Quino, for fuck's sake.

Quino? Quino who? I don't know anyone called Quino.

Javi! Javi!

Hey, are you there?

No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

It's dead.

No, no, no, no, no! Javi!

How strange.

Hey, your name isn't Javi, is it?

Yes, why?

Because my name is Álvaro...

and I think I know who Zeta is.

Javi!

DIARY OF OLIVIA QUIÑONES, TO HER FUTURE GRANDDAUGHTER

25-NOVEMBER-1992 WATER RITUAL

The ritual is just one week away.

"How to help dead people trapped in the world of the living.

Dead people who have migrated to other worlds,

how to bring them back?"

"It's impossible.

No one has succeeded."

We can't.

No one has succeeded.

It's impossible.

No one has succeeded.

Impossible?

Fuck no!

Marty!

The only power source capable of generating

1.21 gigawatts of electrical power is lightning!

Lightning!

I bet my balls that they'll remember me!

Come on, it's only an hour before nightfall.

Hey.

Excuse me... Are you Zeta?

Do you know anyone called Quino?

You again? What the fuck do you want with so many questions?

No, please listen to us,

something very odd happened to us.

The phone started ringing and...

a dude called Quino started talking to us as if he knew us.

So? -He asked

about Javi, Álvaro, and Zeta.

Dammit, don't you think it's weird?

Yes, very, very odd.

Come on, Colombo, when you solve the mystery,

give me a call, okay?

See you later. -He told us about some girls

we had saved and asked if we had made it out.

Come on, please...

Fuck, there aren't many people named Zeta!

Come on, you must help us.

Must I? -What if I don't feel like it?

I'll tell your friends you cheat them

when you narrow the goal. -You'll do what again?

Chill. -What are you doing, man?

I'll feed you my fist. -Let me be!

Take it back, you fucking faggot. -Stop.

Get the fuck off me! -Stop!

Stop!

Don't you have the feeling this is like déjà vu?

What?

As if we had already lived this.

He talked as if we were lifelong friends.

You and me friends? Not even in your wettest dreams.

He spoke of the Abyss and a place called the Afterlife.

He said he lived at Paraíso, remember?

What is Paraíso?

When did you get that decal?

Well, I've always had it, I guess.

I don't remember.

It has to be a place.

That boy said he lived there.

It may be a neighborhood, an area or something like that.

No,

it is a club.

Don't you have the feeling that this is like déjà vu,

as if we had already lived this?

Now I get what you were saying about déjà vu.

What did you say the name of the guy in the booth was?

Quino, why?

Quino!

Quino!

Quino!

Dammit, it will be dark in less than ten minutes.

Yes, yes, yes! That's it!

No.

I'll never get out of here.

Never ever.

Fuck Marty McFly, Doc, and the fucking DeLorean!

Why the fuck did we have to come into this fucking place?

I hate it!

What was that?

I'm sure I've been here before.

Wait, can you smell smoke?

Where the hell is the fire?

What?

They are not déjà vu, they are memories.

What the hell are you talking about?

This place...

There was a fire.

I think we were here. -Us?

We knew each other...

Run, run! Come on!

We were friends when we came here.

We tried to escape, but we didn't make it to the door.

This happened.

This happened, dammit, we have forgotten it, but this happened.

Shit!

We never left this place.

What?

What the hell are you saying?

We never got out of here...

alive.

Are we dead?

Are we dead?

I am the fucking boss, dude!

Quino!

Let's go! -Where?

To get Quino.

He's in the fucking Abyss and trying to tell us something.

There.

Okay... -Okay.

Come on, Quino!

It's impossible. I can't.

No one has succeeded.

Come on, Quino.

What are you doing, Olivia?

Perhaps I can't this time.

Come on, Quino, answer.

Music is the most powerful thing

to bridge the membranes between both worlds.

You lose faith,

any hope is vain and I don't know what to believe.

Forget me,

no one has called you, you're at it again.

Let me go,

I can't help it if I see you fall.

If I am not to blame for seeing

that you are between two lands

you leave no air to breathe,

between two lands

you leave no air to breathe.

Where's the phone?

Fuck!

Where is the phone?

Yes?

Shit!

I am the fucking boss!

I am the fucking boss!

I am the fucking boss!

Well, that's enough. We don't have to end up kissing.

You just don't know how bad I had it in that place, dammit.

I've missed you, dudes.

You are here with us now, in the Afterlife.

The truth is that I imagined something cooler, right?

Doesn't it look a lot like home?

I mean, it's exactly the same.

We are not in the Afterlife.

Where the hell are we?

You're a pain in the ass. Mario. -I'm not a pain. What do you want?

Let me be. -Sure, I'll let you be.

Hey! Hey, love birds. -Hello, Roca.

How are you? -Ready, ready.

They are together. -Hey!

Mortal Kombat III.

What do you mean three?

What? Did you miss me?

Hey, guys!

Come here right away! You have to see this.

What's wrong? -What?

Look.

Induráin wins gold in Colombia time trial?

No, you idiot, this.

We're in 1995.

It's been three years since we left.

Long lines from early in the morning

and items are sold out.

This is what happened at the release

of the new gaming system by the Japanese giant Sony

just few weeks ago in Spain.

Available in Japan since last year,

Spanish fans have had to wait

until 1995 to enjoy their new PlayStation

gaming system. -What are we doing here?

Why did we come back home?

I don't know.

But I'm guessing we'll find out soon enough.

Was it Miguel? -I think so.

Fuck, no, I love it, I swear.

Not lately. -I love it,

I love the story. -Oh, love...

I don't know how it happened, I forget.

Cold and dark, I'm falling into the void.

I think I hear your voice in dreams,

it's calling me.

And if I try to follow it,

it fades.

A paradise where I can see where you're going.

Fate finds

several paths to cross.

Our memories vanish

like foam in the sea.

It will be a paradise where I find

eternity.

I keep wandering, lost.

I follow my heart,

looking for meaning.

I hear your song dreams,

far away.

And if I try to decipher it,

it ends.

A paradise where I can see

where you're going.

Fate finds

several paths to cross.

Our memories vanish

like foam in the sea.

It will be a paradise where I find

eternity.

Paradise.

It will be a paradise where I find

eternity.