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SHREW'S NEST

All children love bedtime stories.

I was the exception.

The worst part of the day was when my sister came to my room

with her red book of stories,

open a page at random and start reading.

They were always horror stories,

scary stories about evil people who took advantage of others.

There'd be a huge, powerful ogre who watched over the humans.

I'd have to pretend to sleep so Montse would stop reading.

But what scared me most was that every night,

she'd leave very sad.

I thought maybe she'd realized I was pretending to sleep.

And I felt very guilty.

It took me years to find out

that when she closed the door, Montse faced her own ogre.

It also took me years to find out

what the book was that filled my nights with nightmares...

HOLY BIBLE

My sister's nightmare began the day Mama died.

I never found out exactly why she died.

Whenever I asked Montse, she'd say Mama died giving birth to me.

And that's all.

So I grew up thinking I brought my family's sadness

when I was born.

Mama wore this cross the day we were married.

It was Grandma's.

Before that, your great-grandmother's.

It's handed down to the eldest daughter on her wedding day.

God willed that Mama had no time to give it to you.

But it's yours anyway.

Tears won't revive her,

but the Almighty will.

Let's pray.

Let's pray hard for her.

The second mystery.

Behold, I am the servant of the Lord.

Let it be to me according to your word.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

And the Word became flesh...

and dwelt among us.

Us...

Why us? We're women.

Thanks a lot, have a nice day.

What's this?

One is for Mama.

The other's for you. Happy birthday, honey.

You've never given me flowers.

Today's a special day. You turn 18.

It must be hard having my birthday and Mama's on the same day.

You feel guilty when you're happy

and when you're sad.

But it's God's will.

I envy you.

You have photos with her.

You're going?

Yes. I open the store today.

Then here.

Take this.

It's Dona Flora's dress. Don't let her forget to pay.

Then you have to take the flowers to the cemetery.

After lunch.

Okay.

Every day you're more like Mama.

She'd be very proud of you.

- Oh, good! - Hello.

I came a little early to see you,

congratulate you, and pull your ears.

Thanks, Dona Puri, but there's no need.

Here, to go to the movies with your friends.

Dona Puri, it's not necessary!

It is, because I want to. End of story.

Thank you.

- I'm off. - Get a move on.

I don't want to be responsible for that witch Flora scolding you.

Doesn't it scare you?

What?

That she's a woman now.

She isn't to me.

You have a great talent. You should open your own boutique.

It's my dream, madam, but...

I've got no money. And besides, you know...

Right.

The money's not a problem, I can be your guarantor.

And you wouldn't have to leave home.

This is a large flat. You could set it up here.

Yes, but...

I don't know, I'll think about it.

You always say that,

and I think you've already decided.

You won't do it because you're a scaredy-cat.

- You can take it off now. - Wonderful.

Lovely.

Do you need me to pay for the dress now, or an advance?

Don't worry, we're fine.

The girl got paid the other day.

If you need it, ask. We trust each other.

And your attacks? How are you handling them?

Fine. I haven't had one in a while.

I suppose this helps.

Yes, it helps a lot.

Since you brought it, I've been fine.

Are you following my instructions?

Yes, madam.

Two drops in half a glass of water, never on an empty stomach,

and always just before bedtime or a nap.

That's it, very good.

Thank you.

Listen, Montse...

You know my husband can help you with more than this.

He can treat you.

You could try it.

I don't know.

You'll rot here, Montse.

And the girl won't always be here.

She'll meet a boy, if she hasn't already.

She's far too young.

It'll happen, Montse.

She'll want to marry, start her own family.

Then what'll become of you.

Alright...

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Well, I'm going. When will you have the dress?

Come in three days.

Very well.

Will you think about the treatment?

Hello!

Are you alright?

I've got a slight headache.

How was it with Dona Puri?

Good.

Your lunch is in the kitchen.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Honey? Ls that you?

I see you didn't go to the cemetery again this year.

You make me ashamed of you.

Girl!

Hello!

Montse?

Where have you been?

No, don't turn it on!

Where have you been?

- The cemetery. - You're lying.

Come here.

Come here!

Who is he?

Who?

Don't act dumb.

He's a friend.

I didn't raise you to behave like this.

Then how?

He walked me home so I'd be alright.

On your knees.

Hands.

Pray.

Our Father who art in Heaven.

I confess before Almighty God...

and before you, my brethren,

that I have sinned in thought,

word,

deed and omission...

Go on!

Through my fault,

through my fault, through my most grievous fault.

I'm doing this for your own good.

You're completely insane.

Honey...

Men are instinctive,

they only want one thing from us.

It's in their nature, they can't help it.

But they can do a lot of harm.

I only want to protect you.

Sure, by hitting me.

I don't know how a man can harm me more than you.

You're a spoilt, wretched brat!

- Carlos, will you listen to me? - Jaime, leave me alone.

Carlos! Will you see sense?

Listen to me.

You're drunk,

you can't do this.

You can't, you don't know what you're saying.

I can't?

You'll see if I can.

Look!

You see?

I want someone like this.

Is that so much to ask?

A bit young for you, isn't she?

Are you my friend or my mother?

Look, Jaime...

- Leave me alone. - You're going to do something stupid.

No, I'm not.

I'm taking a trip, disappearing for a while.

- What's so bad about that? - Who are you kidding?

You're running away because you're a coward.

You are. You'll get yourself in trouble.

You'll ruin your life and I won't allow it.

Then stop me!

Oh, Jaime.

Come upstairs,

and when you go, put a blanket on this beauty.

Let's go.

Go on, up you go.

Did you fix it up properly?

Want me to look at it?

No need.

Sorry about last night.

I need you to forgive me.

Thanks, honey.

But some things you can't fix by apologizing.

I need some money.

What for?

To buy some things.

- I thought I'd go out and... - You're not going anywhere.

- But I need... - You're in mourning.

You're a woman and you have to look after the girl.

Tell me what we need and I'll get it.

More.

What are you looking at?

Mama!

Mama!

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Don't close it, please.

Could you help me?

I just fell down the stairs. Please.

Montse!

Coming.

Why did you put on the chain?

Well...

Because I took a nap.

I slept badly last night.

What's for lunch?

I don't know. What do you feel like?

You haven't made lunch?

I told you, I fell asleep.

- I guess I have time for a bath. - Yes, good idea.

Montse!

What?

There's no towel!

I'll bring you one!

Sorry.

I put them in the wash.

Thanks.

Montse...

Can I still wash this?

Yes.

What happened?

I dropped it.

Good.

They're terrible to clean.

- Don't be scared, okay? - Just open it!

He'll only stay until he wakes up, then...

Who is he?

I'm not sure. I think he lives upstairs.

What did you do to him?

What do you mean?

He knocked on the door and...

I only fixed him up.

Every time you go out,

I can't stop you from doing what you want.

But I can stop you from coming back in.

So if you've thought of telling anyone he's here...

I'd think again.

Hello.

Good morning.

How are you?

I fell down the stairs, huh?

Yes, you hit your head,

and you have a broken leg.

How long have I been here?

One day.

A doctor came. He said you shouldn't move from bed.

I had to make sure you wouldn't move it.

He helped me immobilize it.

And this doctor...

did he take my name?

No.

Sure, you don't know it.

My name's Carlos.

And you?

Montse.

You've been very nice to me.

Thanks.

Your suitcase is here.

It opened up when you fell, but I think I got everything.

Thanks.

Well...

We'd better get organized.

- What? - You have to help me upstairs.

But I can't do that.

It's okay, I'll call a friend. Do you have a phone?

No.

I'm sorry.

Why don't I get you some lunch and we'll discuss it later?

That sounds good.

Do you have anyone to look after you?

What?

Upstairs, in your place.

A mother, a wife.

I live by myself, if that's what you mean.

I mean...

you can stay here as long as you like.

I'm always at home, so...

I can look after you.

You're very kind, Montse.

You can learn a lot about people

from watching the behavior of certain animals.

That was the night I first heard of the Shrews.

And I recall the strange sensation they were familiar and recognizable,

Open up, please.

Even though I'd never heard tell of them.

This padlock makes me angry.

And even more that you hide Our Lord.

- I don't like it. - Don't say that.

Wherever you go, his eyes follow you.

Because that's how it is.

I came to tell you...

Carlos woke up today.

He's alright, except for his leg.

He can't leave yet.

He lives alone, and has no one to look after him.

I've convinced him to stay.

I didn't do it to him, honestly.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

I suppose I thought

that since we had a new tenant

the time had come to meet him.

In that place, which Montse hadn't left for years,

it was impossible to do anything without her knowing.

Living here forced you do your things when she was distracted,

to get your space,

to keep your secrets out of her reach...

Who's there?

I shouldn't be here.

I know you.

I saw you the other night, on the stairs.

I put a blanket on you.

- It was you? - Yes.

I wonder what you thought, seeing me there.

That you were the prettiest thing I'd seen in a long time.

So you live here.

- My name's... - Carlos.

My sister told me.

Your sister, eh?

She didn't tell me you existed.

Really?

Did she hurt you?

Why do you say that?

On the contrary.

Are you okay?

Yes.

I saw the light and heard you talking.

I thought your leg might be hurting.

It hurts. I must've been talking in my sleep.

I'm sorry I woke you.

Don't worry, I go back to sleep easily.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

I must go.

I thought she was asleep. If she finds me here, she'll kill me.

You're like a shrew.

What's that?

Like a rat.

Oh, thanks very much!

Well, more like moles.

They like to hide away,

in wait. Like you.

That's not me.

- That's Montse. - And you.

You don't know me. Or her.

I'm sure she looks normal to you, but she isn't.

Be very careful.

Will you come tomorrow?

Are you thinking of staying?

If you come, yes.

If I were you, I'd get out fast.

But if you're unfortunate enough to still be here,

I'll come.

Sorry to bother you again.

I brought you this.

It'll help with the pain.

What is it?

Let's just say...

it's water with a prayer.

Then we're talking about holy water.

Yes, something like that.

Thanks.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good morning.

How did you sleep?

Very well.

That water was a real miracle.

I knew it'd work.

That's nice.

You didn't tell me you lived with someone.

What?

- I heard you talking this morning. - She's my little sister.

I know her.

I think.

Dark hair,

big bright eyes?

Around 20...?

- 18. - That's her, isn't it?

She's very pretty.

And she looks like a good person.

She is.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know, really.

Sometimes I do things that are a little inexplicable.

I suppose to protect her.

- From whom? From me? - Yes.

Well, more or less.

You saw right through me. You've got a good eye.

She's a very impressionable girl.

We've had some tough times.

Our mother died giving birth to her and she feels so guilty.

I don't know how to get it out of her head.

Gee, sorry to hear that.

And your father?

I suppose he's dead too.

We haven't seen him for 14 years.

- The War? - Yes.

He left and never came back.

I'm sorry. I really am.

And you?

- What's your story? - My story?

My story is... there is no story.

My parents died when I was a boy

and when I came of age

I inherited capital and property.

Since then I've lived.

I've lived well.

- That's lucky. - Yes.

I guess, although,

I don't know, sometimes...

I do inexplicable things too sometimes.

Well, that's it.

Do you feel better?

Yes, much better.

Thanks a lot, Montse.

You're an incredible woman.

Pass me my pants, please.

Look.

I need you...

to go up to my flat.

Go get any of my books,

and we'll read together.

And if you like it, keep it.

Lovely.

Really lovely.

You look very nice.

Of course.

But the credit goes to you and your gifted hands.

You know what?

My niece is marrying in spring. This dress would be a fine gift.

So? Have you ever made a wedding dress?

Montse.

Montse!

Sorry. Did you say a wedding dress?

Yes.

What's wrong? You're miles away.

The other day you said your husband could help me.

Of course. Of course.

I want to try it, Dona Puri.

I want to go outside.

When my husband gets home from the surgery

I'll tell him you'll call.

- I'm very proud of you. - Thank you.

Hello, doctor. I'm Montse.

Hello. I was expecting your call.

Dona Puri told you?

Yes, but I want to hear it from you.

I want to do it, doctor. I need to try it.

Good, Montse. I'm glad.

Thank you.

What do I have to do?

For now, we'll try an exercise.

Open your front door and try to touch the wall in front.

It's a hard exercise for you,

so it's important to stay calm.

Don't do it all at once.

Today just take one step and stay outside as long as you can.

- Will you call me to say how it went? - Of course.

- I hope you make it. - I wish.

I spoke to Dona Puri's husband today.

The doctor? About Carlos?

No, about me.

What's wrong?

I've decided to try to leave the house.

But really try. I'm doing exercises.

What exercises?

- Going out. - Come on!

Just one step. I got all the way outside.

Really?

How did it feel?

I wanted to die.

But...

I'll keep trying, really.

I'm fine.

I can't remember the last time I felt this good.

I'm so happy, Montse.

So what got into you? Why now?

Carlos.

He asked me to get some books.

Are those his house keys?

Easy, isn't it?

Just climb the stairs, go in,

a few yards, right above.

But for me it's like touching the sky.

An impossible distance to travel.

I'm that far away from the world and real life.

That's how bad I am.

I've turned this house into a giant coffin

from which I can't escape.

And with Carlos, it's like...

a tiny bit of real life has come inside and...

I feel I have to make the most of it.

That's why.

You like Carlos.

With Carlos I feel like a normal woman.

God gave me a very difficult life, but...

He brought you into this world

to give me strength,

and now He's sent Carlos to finish what you started.

Will you help me?

Thank you.

You look like a clown.

You're doing this for him?

What do you want to do, scare him?

I like you without makeup.

Like Mama.

She never put on makeup because she didn't need to.

You're still here.

You look lovely.

Did you put on that dress for me?

Come here. Come sit with me.

Speak quietly, please.

Don't be scared.

You can't live like that.

Don't be afraid of anyone,

not even Montse.

That's easy to say.

Are you alright?

It hurts sometimes.

It goes away if you come.

It doesn't look good, does it?

Montse has it under control.

- The doctor said... - What doctor?

Montse told me a doctor came.

No doctor came to see you.

Why would Montse lie to me?

Because she's like that.

I don't understand why you don't go.

I wanted to see you again.

Carlos, I'm serious.

I can't go.

When I was coming downstairs, I was leaving.

- On a trip? - Well,

you could say "on a trip",

you could say "running away".

I didn't intend to fall down the stairs

or for Montse to hide me here, but it's perfect.

Don't be scared, not at all.

It's not dangerous,

for you or Montse.

But I can't tell you any more.

I don't know what you're running from,

but you have to run from Montse.

Montse's looking after me.

Carlos, when you woke up,

did she let you call anyone to say you were here?

Montse said you had no phone.

Exactly.

Exactly? What's going on?

We do have a phone.

And she didn't tell you I live here.

Don't you realize?

Listen...

What?

I need a favor.

- What? - I need you to call Montse.

What?

She gives me something in water to ease the pain.

Call her, please. Call her.

My God! She's giving you morphine.

Morphine? Really?

Don't you see? She's kidnapped you!

It's alright...

Carlos, Carlos, look at me.

She's in love with you, she won't let you leave.

- She'll let you die first... - Forgive me.

Forgive me, Elisa. Forgive me.

- What's that? - Forgive me, Elisa.

- Carlos, what are you saying? - Forgive me.

- Carlos, I'm begging you. - Forgive me.

Forgive me! Forgive me, Elisa. Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

- Carlos! - Forgive...

Carlos, it's Montse. It's Montse!

It's Montse!

No! What do I do? What?!

Forgive me. I'll stay, I'll stay.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

- Dad, he must be here. - Do you really think so?

I tell you, he's not here. He's not even in Spain.

Hello, Dona Puri.

Montse! How nice to hear from you.

How are the exercises? Are you doing them?

Yes, I am,

but I'm getting more attacks now.

- I get terrible migraines. - I suppose that's normal.

But I can't stand it, they're just so severe.

I need a dose.

Ah, the dose, of course.

I'll bring it next time.

I mean I need more than you usually bring.

Even more, Montse?

You know what both I and my husband

are risking every time I bring that little flask?

I can make it up to you.

Remember that wedding dress for your niece?

I'll make it for free. It'll be my first.

You disappoint me, Montse, it's a pity.

But alright, if that's what you want, I'll make you happy.

Thank you, thank you, madam.

- When shall I come? - Whenever you wish.

And I'll take you up on that dress.

I'll bring her to get fitted.

Yes, of course. Good idea. Thank you.

Goodbye, Montse.

Good morning.

Excuse me, we're investigating the disappearance of Carlos Cuenca,

your upstairs neighbor.

Do you know him?

No.

Have you heard any noise or seen anything odd lately?

No.

May we come in?

- Shall we go into the living room? - No need, thank you.

So you don't know your neighbor?

That's right.

- How long have you lived here? - Since I was born.

Your neighbor's lived here quite some time.

Are you sure you've never seen him?

I have an illness that stops me from going outside.

I don't know anyone except the permanents.

- Do you live alone? - With my sister.

- Does she never go out either? - Yes. She goes out.

- May we speak to her? - She's at work.

Let's go.

Very well.

Ask your sister if she knows anything.

If so, tell her to call us at the station.

Thank you.

- Good day. - Good day.

Can I speak to you for a moment?

I don't know where to start.

You see,

there are lots of things you don't know about me.

Bad things.

But I don't mind you knowing.

Since I've known you, I haven't been scared,

I've forgotten to be.

No man has treated me like you,

with respect and warmth.

The truth is, I don't know how to do these things.

I suppose

you simply try to say what you feel.

I like you and I want...

well...

I'd like to know if you feel the same for me.

You're making it hard for me.

Look at me. What do I have to do for you to call a doctor?

A doctor already came.

You're lying. Do you want me to die, Montse?

No, for God's sake!

Then do you want me to be a cripple?

Sick, like you?

No. I only...

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that if I leave this house, it'll be minus a leg.

But I'd like to leave it alive.

Why not drink the holy water? That's what you need.

I need to go to a hospital,

not to be drugged with morphine.

How do you know?

I've come to know you well, Montse.

Because you're the same as me, a liar,

incapable of telling the truth to the people you love.

Do you do the same to your sister?

You say you love her, but you're lying.

You abuse her, lock her in your bubble.

That's how you love.

Is that how you love? Look at me!

"The truth will set you free."

Didn't the Son of God say that?

Start by doing that.

Start by telling the truth,

and maybe that way someone will love you one day.

Who are you?

The downstairs neighbor.

- How'd you get in? - I have Carlos' keys.

Have you news of Carlos?

He's at my place. Are you his girlfriend?

I ought to be his wife.

We were to be married the day he vanished.

- Come on. - No, no. I can't go.

My sister would kill me if I went down with you.

The key.

But...

Wait.

What are you going to do?

Good work, my dear.

You're worthless.

Not even loved by a cripple. Don't you see, little one?

I'm not your little one.

I'm not yours.

Of course you're mine.

You can't get away from me.

Yes I can.

Oh, yes? How? By committing suicide?

Carlos is right.

"The truth will set you free."

- It's the word of God. - And what does that mean?

Will you tell the whole truth to the "girl"?

- You know you won't. - We'll see.

No, you're a coward. You always have been.

Your mouth's always full of things you're going to do, but don't.

Leave me alone!

Where's Carlos?

Excuse me?

Get out of my house!

I'd be delighted... with my husband.

Carlos!

No! No, no, don't do it! Don't do it, please!

Try stopping me,

- Don't do it. - Carlos!

Carlos!

Carlos, don't hide, we're going home.

Carlos!

Carlos?

Carlos, the party's over. Let's go!

Carlos?

Elisa...

Carl...

Elisa...

- Elisa, get me out of here. - What have they done to you?

Get me...

No!

Murderer! Murderer!

- Crazy woman! No! - Shut up! Shut up!

- Crazy! Crazy! - Shut up!

Shut up!

I need to think.

That's the Montse I know.

Now what?

Shut up.

Are you going to tell "the girl" this too?

Apparently not.

I love these moments of yours before the storm.

I never know which way you'll jump.

For example, where will you hide the girl?

There are no more empty spaces.

We'll see.

Please, no! Please!

You are invited to the wedding of Carlos and Elisa.

Elisa?

Elisa?

Elisa?

Elisa?

Elisa?

Montse.

Where have you been?

The store. It was stocktaking day.

Can we talk?

They were lovely, weren't they?

Radiant.

- How was your day? - Hectic.

Things happened

that make you think.

You're 18 now and...

although you'll always be my "girl",

I have to accept reality: You're not anymore.

And I understand...

the feeling of not wanting to take any more.

Montse, I...

Listen...

This is going to be hard for me.

I just ask you to listen, then say what you have to say.

- What do you remember of Papa? - Very little.

He was tall and strong.

With rough hands and face.

Sad.

He wasn't always.

But Mama's death changed everything.

It changed Papa, he was sick with love.

Maybe saying it sounds poetic and romantic,

but it's not.

Being sick with love is the most terrible thing there is.

You always say you envy me because I knew Mama,

because I have portraits with her.

And I understand.

But I envy you too, because...

you didn't see what Papa became.

He stopped working,

speaking, eating...

He shut himself inside the home and inside himself.

He could only think of Mama.

He tried to remember her in every detail,

in every thing,

in every person,

especially in his eldest daughter,

who with every day was more like his wife.

I suppose that...

in his madness,

his love...

for his daughter blended with his love for his wife

and he confused me with her. I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

He abused me for years, every night.

I'd go into your room to read from the Bible,

remember?

I just wanted you to go to sleep fast

so you wouldn't hear what happened in my room.

That's all I wanted.

It...

wasn't the real him. No!

Why take so long to tell me?

Because telling you this...

means telling you what came next.

Papa didn't desert us.

One night, when I was going to read to you from the Bible,

I found Papa with you in your room.

He was so far gone that...

a terrible idea came to me.

What if he'd set his mind on you too?

You get prettier every day.

You're the only beautiful thing in this house.

Dinner's ready.

I was so full of rage right then.

It came to me in a flash.

What's wrong? Aren't you eating?

No wonder, this tastes like shit.

Why are you two gawping like idiots?

What are you hiding there?

Nothing.

What are you hiding there?

TERROR OF THE RATS

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

I took him to bed and laid him out.

I took care of him as if he weren't dead.

Shortly after, the War broke out,

which helped me justify his disappearance.

I kept him here for weeks.

When his body began to rot,

I decided to hide him.

Do you realize what you've done to me?

I know, but I want that to change.

Please.

Where'd you put him? Where'd you hide him?

Honey...

- I understand you're angry, but... - But what?

My whole life is a lie invented by you.

I can't stay here.

And where will you go?

You can't do anything!

I can go to the police and tell them about Papa.

I'm sure they'll find him.

Oh, thank God!

- Where is she? - Elisa?

I don't know what she did with her.

The flat looks like nothing happened.

She was pregnant.

Elisa was expecting a child of mine.

That's why I was running, they were making me marry her.

- It really hurts, doesn't it? - A lot.

No! No!

No!

- No! No! - Carlos! Carlos!

Please, Carlos. Listen to me. Look at me, Carlos.

She won't beat us.

You see what you made me do.

You were very naughty, Carlos.

It was very disappointing.

And don't think it was a pleasure for me.

I have a visitor.

One word and I'll sew your mouth shut next!

Do you have any ideas for your wedding dress?

Well...

I don't know, I trust you

because I love the dresses you made for my aunt.

Montse's very talented, you should trust her judgment.

Thank you.

I'll make suggestions, but...

- first I need some measurements. - Alright.

I'm so grateful, Montse.

Thank you. But you know it was in exchange for something.

I brought it, but I don't have it here.

I ran into "the girl" on the stairs and gave it to her.

"The girl"? Why?

I don't want you to weaken in your recovery.

- This dress is beautiful. - Thank you, dear.

Are you doing my husband's exercises?

Yes, but I've neglected them a bit.

See? That's what I mean.

Montse, that liquid is very tempting.

The girl will know how to administer it.

You shouldn't have given it to her.

- What was that? - Something must've fallen.

- Help! - Who's there?

- Excuse me a moment. - Get me out of here!

Help! Help!

You don't make it easy for me!

Let's get out of here right now!

What have you done, Montse?

What have you done?

Nothing, just defending my home.

You don't understand.

But... how can I understand this?

What are you going to do?

The same thing, defend my home.

No, listen, I can talk to my husband.

There's time to cure you, if that's what you really want.

And he's got lots of friends in the police.

We can make this disappear.

I'm sorry, Dona Puri. It's too late.

There's no salvation for me now.

The morphine! Montse! How will you get morphine

if you do this to me?

God will provide.

I was waiting for you.

I need what Dona Puri gave you.

My God!

Give me what Dona Puri gave you.

What did you do to Carlos?

Get me out of here. Get me out, please.

- Give it to me! - Look out! No! No!

- Give it to me! - Montse, no.

- Alright, alright. - Leave her alone!

Here they are.

Hold it!

Give it to me, please.

What have you done?

There's still another.

If you want it whole, don't move a muscle.

If you drop it,

I swear I'll go in and kill him.

Why are you covered in blood?

Dona Puri discovered Carlos.

And his wife.

They're in the sewing room.

You didn't know, did you?

That's you.

You've killed three innocent women and a baby.

And Papa too. What's stopping you from killing me?

But do you know what?

That certainty doesn't scare me anymore.

On the contrary,

it gives me strength.

What have you done?

The same thing you do to people.

Who do you think God will forgive?

You...

or me?

Now we're even.

We're leaving.

Come on, Carlos, help me, please.

Pull there.

Yes, that's it.

Good.

- Can you take the weight? - Yes.

Go on then.

Let's go.

See that?

Look what you've turned her into.

Come on.

- I can't. - Like that.

- I can't. - Carlos, no.

Carlos, come on.

She doesn't look like my daughter.

Though, in the end, I didn't raise her.

Alright, we'll do it another way.

Sit up.

Like this.

Carlos, come on.

Carlos, please, help me.

Now she's fleeing with your boyfriend. I hope you do something.

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Like that.

Come on, honey, she's getting away.

No!

Don't kill me.

Don't kill me.

I didn't want this, Montse.

What?

Papa took a photo when you were born.

What?

A photo with Mama.

You're lying.

That's impossible.

I hid it with Papa.

Do you want to know where?

I couldn't tell you.

I was ashamed.

Go to sleep,

my baby,

outside the moon is bright.

She protects her mantle,

I protect my cradle.

Now my baby is asleep,

now her crying is hushed.

The seamstress stars

rock her sleep and my song.

Now my baby is asleep,

the mint take its rest.

Spring is here

and the frost is melting.

The other day I realized I don't know your name.

It's beautiful. Beautiful.

Relax, relax.

We did it.

Shrews are rodents

that burrow long caves underground,

far from other animals.

They have solitary customs

and some have venomous glands

to immobilize larger prey.