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Your attention, please.

This is very important.

Please pay attention.

According to the Civil Government of the province

and His Excellency the Mayor of the city,

this is an urgent warning,

especially for the neighborhoods of Marxalenes and Nazaret.

The level of Turia river is rising quickly and,

as it passes through towns surrounding Valencia,

it is showing truly alarming characteristics.

We are asking all citizens

to take shelter in higher areas

and to protect women, children and the elderly.

At all costs avoid going near the banks of the river.

Do not use the bridges and walkways.

All military and civilian personnel are asked

to be ready to answer the call of the authorities

if it becomes necessary to request their help.

We repeat, this is an urgent message for all.

The level of the Turia river...

Excuse me!

-You dropped this. -Thanks.

Wait, I'll give you a hand.

Once dry, let's see if we can save anything.

Let's take as many files as possible upstairs.

-We have to work this afternoon. -Of course.

Has anyone checked if the phone is working?

The other dailies are publishing, we're stuck.

Welcome to the disaster, careful what you step on.

Let's focus on other stories, the real stories.

No, people want good news, they want optimism, strength.

You'll do a great job with your feminine touch.

What about the important questions?

Why was the warning given so late?

Could it have been avoided by cleaning the river?

Why haven't the victims been counted? Can it happen again?

-That's what we... -No, optimism and strength.

That's what they'll get, end of the story.

All right.

I need a photographer, I'm taking Arnal.

Come in.

May I?

Sure.

-What's today's story about? -What do you think?

Overcoming the tragedy, hopeful headlines.

The usual.

Why can't we show what's behind such a disaster?

They don't let us.

Besides, I don't quite know where to look.

Wait...

Let's go to the mouth of the river.

There aren't any articles or photos, we'd be the first to show the area.

-I don't know. -Why not?

It's dangerous.

We don't know if we'll be allowed that far.

Well, we'll just go as far as we can.

Trust me, Arnal.

Grab your camera, come on.

Now!

-Come on. -All right.

Taxi!

I don't think Don Luis would approve, Olvido.

Don't worry about him.

-Hello. -Hello.

The newspaper needs a good story, and we'll find one.

Navy Headquarters, please.

Are you a journalist, miss?

Yes, I am, I work for "Valencia Today".

I didn't know there were women in the editorial office.

Just her.

-For the time being. -That's right.

Go this way, that's right.

Good.

What are you doing?

Lower the window.

-You can't get through. -Good afternoon.

Olvido Granell, "Valencia Today", my photographer, Raúl Arnal.

-How can we get over there? -You can't.

The access is blocked, just turn around.

But we want our readers to...

Not even Franco and his wife.

There's no gossip for your readers, ma'am.

Turn back, I won't say it again.

You can't go through, hell!

Don't you know who he is?

Now what?

Let's try.

Come on.

Hurry.

He saved our paychecks.

Go ahead, Mr. Melero, but be careful, it's dangerous.

Come on.

Olvido!

What are you doing?

-You can't be here! -We're from the press.

Officer, there's a body here.

Do you see it?

Sir!

We found another body, these two were sniffing around.

They're under arrest, take them away.

Sergeant, I'm sure glad to see you.

Arnal.

Raúl Arnal.

You shouldn't be here.

I know.

Sweet Lord.

Miss, what are you doing?

Don't touch anything.

What happened? They look very young.

-We'll take care of this. -Sergeant.

This is Olvido Granell, from "Valencia Today".

This is sergeant Caplliure, from the Quatre Carrers precinct.

His parents and mine come from the same little town.

How do you do?

-It's about time. -Take pictures.

Load the bodies, take them to the truck.

There.

There's another one there, hurry.

Sergeant!

It looks like the water dragged the bodies.

Did they drown?

All we know is that they showed up here.

We're working.

So are we, sergeant.

People should know about this, right?

You're a photographer.

Yes, sir.

As long as you're here, you may as well help.

Have you got it?

What's this?

This one too.

Come on.

That's it, sir.

-Good job. -You can't do that.

In exchange for these pictures,

I'll forget you overlooked our orders.

Thank you so much.

You may go.

To the morgue, soldier, tell them I sent you.

Come on, we're leaving.

Joaquín.

Thank you, darling.

Did she have a good night?

Not really.

She coughed a lot

before she finally went to sleep.

I'll try and call the doctor.

Maybe he'll be able to drop by.

The radio says many died, and others have lost everything.

It's awful out there, Clara.

We've been lucky.

Very lucky.

I'm sorry to have to go.

But they need all the help they can get.

Don't worry.

Dad...

My little one.

How come you're awake?

You said you'd come yesterday.

I know.

It took me longer than I thought, but I came.

I have to go now, but I'll tell you a story tonight.

I'll come back as soon as possible.

Yes, we're worried.

Do ask him to drop by.

Thank you, miss.

-Sir, sir. -Sergeant, anything new?

Another four bodies.

They're on their way to the morgue.

-They look bad. -They look bad?

What do you mean?

Have you ever seen a corpse that looks good?

I wouldn't know, sir, I'm going over there now.

Faceless angels don't forgive.

It's all right.

-It's too close! -Don't come near.

Don't drink what they offer, it doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't.

They're no good!

They're no good!

It doesn't hurt! It doesn't!

He's with me!

He's with me!

Lock him up.

Where did you find this jerk?

I was coming back, he was in the street, shouting,

scaring people.

All we need is a pack of weirdoes and morons!

We have enough as it is.

Get back to work, move!

Is that his?

Yes.

I've left a roll of film for developing on your desk.

Write a report about the bodies we sent to the morgue.

Tell them I'm on my way.

Sergeant.

-What the hell are you doing here? -We think we can be of help.

You'll need more and better pictures, without the mud.

It would help you identify them.

Not everyone is able to come here at this time.

If your paper publishes a single picture,

a commentary, a footnote,

anything without our authorization,

I'll push you in the river from a bridge.

If there's one still standing.

Don't touch anything.

Don't speak, don't barge in.

If you need to throw up,

just leave quietly and puke outside.

Yes, sir.

-Doctor. -Good evening, sergeant.

I won't shake your hand...

This is Raúl Arnal and miss...

Mrs. Olvido Granell, journalist.

Thank you for waiting for me.

Don't worry, we're all having bad days.

I'm understaffed and the bodies keep on coming.

The kid will take pictures to identify the bodies.

All right, you're the boss.

Okay, let's see.

Don't worry, it's been like that all week.

All right, male, between 15 and 18 years of age.

Surprisingly muscular, an athlete perhaps.

Is that recent?

Let's see...

I don't know.

It's a very strange scar.

I would say...

Yes, what?

No, nothing, I just thought...

-Any mortal wound? -I can't tell

yet.

I have to see if there's water in his lungs.

And as you can see, he has a lot of contusions.

He has that in common with other bodies.

If the river drags you, you either drown or hit your head.

Or both.

Sergeant, don't touch him.

Without gloves, in their state...

Go on, just let me do my job.

You'll have the results tomorrow.

All right.

The kid will stay.

Just tell him what you need.

Let's go.

That's the story Don Luis wants, although he may not know it.

You'll have them tomorrow.

What if someone used the flood to get rid of the bodies?

If that's the case, we'll investigate.

There are still hard feelings.

Vengeance can be an epidemic, but if we talk about it,

we'll stop it.

Listen,

you're here because Arnal's pictures may be of use.

Help the victims, write your stories.

But forget about this.

I don't want to see you again, good night.

Good night.

Good morning, gentlemen.

-Can I use the typewriter. -Yes, but be careful not to break it.

-Shall we do your birthday list? -Yes.

Remember about the caps?

That's it.

Well, well, no one has told me we had a new journalist on board.

Grandpa, it's me!

Of course, my favorite grandson!

How are you?

The schools are closed.

All right, kid.

It's time to play.

Take a deep breath.

Doctor, do tell us.

As you know, she has bad lungs.

And the Asian flu epidemic is not helping at all.

-What can we do? -You must have faith.

Pray.

Well,

we were wondering if we could take her to the hospital.

She'd be looked after.

-We're not being ungrateful, but... -I understand.

But right now, all hospitals are at full capacity.

What with the flu and the flood victims...

However,

if there is a bed...

Thank you for dropping by.

Mouth of the river...

Yes.

Of course, right.

Yes.

Yes, I'll call you back.

Tell me you've got a good article.

I've just spoken to a friend, he prints food labels.

If the printers don't work,

I'm sending him the plates.

-Great, we've got something big. -Good.

I'm waiting for Arnal's photos to turn it in.

-Have you seen him? -No, I haven't.

I wanted to send him somewhere.

That's strange.

He hasn't left them here either.

Well, if he doesn't come soon, I'll go to his place.

All right, tell me about this big story of yours.

Four dead bodies.

We went down to the river mouth,

we caught the police...

But you overlooked it to focus on the subjects I asked you for.

Well, listen...

We managed to trace the bodies to the morgue and...

For God's sake, Olvido.

I want human articles, not detective stories.

How people are dealing with such tragic moments,

about the auction in Murcia to help us,

how the army is fighting against the mud, give me that.

Is it so hard to understand?

Can't you see how difficult it is for me

to justify your post here because you're family?

God Almighty.

Look after the kid.

I'll go get Arnal.

Don't you worry, Don Luis,

we'll bring you positive stories,

full of smiles and light.

-Good morning. -Hello, I'm sergeant Caplliure.

I signed in four bodies last night.

Dr. Muñoz was examining them, I was to see him today.

Of course, I'll check the book.

Sergeant, there's nothing here.

Let me see.

It can't be.

According to this, Dr. Muñoz didn't work last night.

Sergeant, sergeant!

Yes, you're the second one I've spoken to.

I'll wait.

What about the medical examiner?

I've tried his home and a few other places.

I'm talking with the University.

By the way,

the lieutenant wants to see you.

I want to see him.

Last night I registered in the morgue the bodies found on the river banks.

Dr. Muñoz was examining them.

I've just been there.

The bodies are gone, there are no entries in the register.

I can't find Dr. Muñoz.

The bodies.

Forget about them, you're in charge of the seaside.

-I want you to go to... -Sir, we cannot allow this.

-We're waiting for... -Sergeant.

Did you understand me?

That's an order.

It's none of our business.

Orders from above, you know what that means.

-But, sir... -Fuck, sergeant.

No "buts".

I don't want trouble, and I'm sure you don't either.

Today, we shall assist people in the seaside area.

Do I need to repeat myself?

Caplliure.

Orders from above.

Are you going to tell me what's going on?

We're off to the Nazaret and La Punta neighborhoods.

-What about the bodies? -"Forget about it".

-"Orders from above". -What the hell...?

Turn a blind eye.

This is big.

What's here,

nobody can know about it, just listen to me.

Shit, that's all we need.

The police will investigate?

I told you I didn't want to see you here.

-What is it? -What have you done to Arnal?

Where is he?

Come with me.

They were looking for Arnal's pictures.

But who?

The same people who took the bodies and went into Arnal's dark room.

The ones who pulled me off the case.

-You've been pulled off? -I have.

What have they done to Arnal?

I don't know.

I don't, maybe he's hiding, I don't know.

Let's hope so.

This goes way over my head.

What do you mean?

-Are you telling me it's over? -Without the bodies,

Arnal's pictures were the only proof someone may have killed them.

The scars don't show here.

Get out, get out!

-Get back, get back! -Relax, everything's fine.

-You won't take me again. -Just lower your gun.

No, I don't want to see the white angels.

You won't, see? They're not here.

That's right.

Come on, let go of Perello.

-Let him go. -I don't want to go back.

You won't, you're safe here.

Look, look at me.

I'm putting down my gun.

That's right.

Come on, let go of him.

Don't you recognize him?

It's Perello, he pulled you out of the street.

Come on, let him go.

Let him go.

Let him go.

There you are, good, very good.

Very good.

Relax and give me your weapon.

Give it to me.

Dimitte illis, pater,

non enim sciunt quid faciunt.

Just relax, relax, relax.

He's no longer with us.

Satan reigns.

Young, strong, with the same scars.

It isn't four kids, it's five now.

Maybe more.

Did he say anything when he was found?

He was like mad, raving.

You heard him.

He spoke about angels, the devil...

In spite of his appearance, he seemed strong.

He was a student.

He spoke Latin and had several books in his bag.

And a notebook.

With love and affection to New Sap's best helmsman.

Your classmate and friend, Martín Valero Gondorff.

Others are not that legible.

New Sap.

What can it be?

I don't know.

Look.

Look at the photograph.

Right here.

As if their eyes had been gouged.

Sinister, isn't it?

I've given Perello a list of the legible names.

I think they're his classmates.

Listen, sergeant.

With the photos taken by the river and this book,

isn't it enough to convince your superior?

Honestly, we can't trust anyone here.

You've heard about the Brigade?

The Social Brigade?

You think they...?

Christ, Perello, can't you knock?

Sorry...

I couldn't trace most of the names,

but I did find someone called Carmelo Valero Gondorff.

Martin is in the yearbook.

Carmelo could be his brother.

He was arrested and tried for disturbing the peace.

He's been in jail for four years.

I've tried calling, but their phone is out of order.

We'll go there.

Sir, we...

We can't.

The lieutenant's orders.

You're right.

I won't be able to open all doors.

But you can.

You may have to do this on your own.

Sergeant, I want to know about these boys,

but Arnal comes first.

We have to find him no matter what.

Help me with those kids and I'll do my best to find him.

I don't work with the police.

We see the truth differently.

I've seen your record.

I know what happened.

Then you know what I'm talking about.

And that I don't scare easily.

I'm sorry about your husband.

Isn't this great?

Now they even let pussies in here.

Gondorff, isn't it?

I'm sergeant Caplliure.

This is Mrs. Olvido Granell.

We have a few questions.

Do you recognize any of these bodies?

They're the bodies of four young men dragged by the river.

They all had a cross like this one.

I don't know anything.

One of them had a notebook

with a note signed by Martin Valero Gondorff.

My brother?

-Is he one of them? -You tell us.

I don't think so.

There's a lot of mud...

-Tell us about your brother. -Show me your tits.

Answer her!

He was real strong, he rowed.

Some priests came and took him to a school.

They offered him room and board.

A boarding school.

-Do you know if he's still there? -Why are you looking for him?

Do you want me to ask you?

I don't know, he ran away.

He said something about angels punishing him.

And the devil too.

-The devil? -Yes, the devil.

My grandma used to bring me his letters.

Not anymore.

He stopped writing when they caught him.

Can you show us his letters?

No way.

I've lost them, or someone stole them.

But I probably can find them.

But everything has a price.

The school.

-Where is it? -Show me your tits.

Let's start again, where is the fucking school?

In the Monteolivete Park, I think.

Wait, wait.

What about my brother?

What about my brother?

Wait!

Didn't you say you were a different cop?

It doesn't look like it.

Sergeant!

Do that again and I'm off.

Don't you want to find Arnal?

Sergeant.

The main lecture hall.

It looks like they left in a hurry.

The water flooded the bottom part.

Look.

It's the picture in the yearbook.

It's them.

-The boys. -They were a rowing team.

-They studied here last year. -We have to take it.

Stop right here!

The chair, right here.

Sergeant, no.

Over there, come on.

Yes, it's not that high.

Help me.

-Are you all right? -Yes.

No evidence.

No witnesses.

Let's go.

Andreu?

Luis?

Concha!

There, there, there, it's okay.

Relax, you can't come in like this, you'll scare him.

-Is he all right? -He's sound asleep.

I was so scared.

I thought he was there, that you'd taken him home.

Relax.

Go inside, give him a kiss and tell me what's happening.

He has to stay with you, you have to look after him.

-I need your help. -Of course, come on.

What a strange bracelet, right?

It didn't hurt, did it?

You're very brave.

A birdie told me you didn't like sweets.

Is that true?

Orange or lemon?

Orange.

We need a signature here and here for her admission.

No, the head of the family.

Darling.

Thank you, doctor.

Don't thank me, thank my colleague, Dr. Rosat.

He's the one helping us, he called me when he heard about it.

Mr. and Mrs. Caplliure.

What do you think, doctor?

I won't lie to you, Adela's situation is complicated.

But we have an innovative treatment in our clinic.

It's very effective.

-I don't know how to thank you. -There's no need.

Your daughter must get well.

Doctor.

Excuse me, I'll get her ready. -Thank you.

Adela is in very good hands, we've been lucky.

Dr. Rosat has spent a lot of time studying in other countries.

I feel truly honored that he shows interest in our case.

You must trust him.

She'll be fine.

Wait and see.

I love you.

-Have you found it? -Just about.

-Has Andreu had breakfast? -Yes.

Two and a half bowls.

Amparo wants to know if you feed him.

Tell me what this is about.

As I told you last night,

we went to an athlete's boarding school.

Suddenly I started wondering.

If the church has a sports program,

we must have published something.

And I wasn't wrong, we did.

Look.

An article from three years ago.

The launching of the New Sap program.

Sport grants for boys without means.

Here are some more press clippings: Medal awards,

tournaments and competitions in Spain.

Look.

Franco came, they were really proud that day.

What do you accuse them of?

Nothing, for the time being,

but I want to know what happened to those boys, Luis.

What's this?

"A child exorcised in Valencia."

"Paranormal phenomena."

-"The sect of the billy-goat..." -Listen to me, Luis.

The boys had very strange scars.

They all had crosses.

Idolatry always appears in a religious context.

A black mass is an upside down mass.

Olvido, I don't like this, be careful.

The Church

is still untouchable in this country.

Are you really sure that it's worth the risk?

They kidnap my photographer, wreck my house, I'm afraid for my son.

I've thought about it.

But I know what my husband, your son, would have said.

I have to find Arnal.

I'll go directly to the source.

I bet you still have some favors to call in.

I confess that I was expecting someone else.

A man, I suppose.

Please don't take it wrongly,

I had no idea there were women reporters.

Don't worry, I'm not offended.

There are few women reporters,

but we can do our job as well as men.

I don't doubt it.

I too expected to meet someone else.

The archbishop isn't here?

Monsignor Olaechea hasn't been well lately.

However, from his room,

he still coordinates everything in this building,

-I hope I may be of help. -Of course, Mr. Secretary.

Please, call me Father Pina.

I may be Monsignor's secretary, but I do not forget who I am.

Father, I've noticed that the flood has not touched this area.

Or has it already been cleaned?

Not at all, many people have taken refuge here.

The flood ignored us.

-A miracle? -That's what people say.

If you allow me, I'll admit

I won't be the one to deny them the joy of faith.

If it comforts them.

But the truth is much more earthly.

The cathedral, basilica and this palace

were built on the center of the ancient Roman colony.

Romans knew how to choose a building site.

On a small island quite above the river level.

As you know, the city of Valencia,

except this area, is immersed in chaos.

Unfortunately, a truly horrible disaster.

You must have suffered losses too.

All our prayers and efforts are geared towards the people.

There'll be time to assess our losses, which will be heavy, no doubt.

But not now.

However, Father,

we'd like to offer an assessment to our readers.

We've found many buildings,

churches and schools destroyed.

For example, the New Sap School.

New Sap?

Yes, the boarding school.

It seems to be completely flooded.

New Sap...

Yes, the scholarship program, now I remember.

Do forgive me,

I haven't been here long and some matters elude me.

But if I'm not wrong,

the program was canceled two or three years ago.

Are you referring to the school in Mestalla?

Yes, that's right, in Mestalla.

-It was closed years ago? -Yes, it was.

Before I took this post.

A pity.

But apparently, the program was unsustainable.

Sports grants for family without means.

What did you say the article was about?

Father, forgive me for interrupting.

-It's noon, the confessions. -Thank you, son.

I'm afraid we'll have to pursue our chat another time.

Of course, Father.

Whenever...

-Whenever you can. -Thank you.

Wait for me in the chapel, son, I must make a call.

This is Father Pina.

Wasn't I clear enough?

"Drop this case and focus on helping

the La Punta and Nazaret neighborhoods."

But what do you do? Do you know how much help we need?

Half of Valencia is destroyed, the other half is full of mud.

I told you

to forget the case.

-Sir, I think... -Silence, damn it!

Just forget it.

This is my last warning, and get out of my sight.

Sergeant.

Clara, darling, it's me.

Yes, I'm fine.

Can you hear me?

I hardly hear you.

How is Adela?

Hello?

Yes, just a moment.

Yes...

Everything will be fine.

I'll go as soon as I can.

Bye.

It's her.

Hello.

The priest lied,

he said New Sap had been canceled years ago.

They're trying to cover it up, but he made a mistake.

I was talking about Monteolivete,

but he mentioned one in Mestalla.

I thought you wouldn't come.

Let's go.

-It's a map with all the schools. -There are lots.

The initiative included the whole diocese.

One may still be in use.

When did they abandon this one?

Sergeant?

Sergeant?

Get out of my house!

-Get out. -No, no.

That's enough.

Sergeant, don't!

It's all right.

It's all right.

We're not going to hurt you.

-Are you all right? -Yes.

Do you live here?

Beelzebub.

Beelzebub lives here.

Beelzebub is here.

He screams.

-He was screaming last night. -Last night?

He screamed last night.

The devil again.

I don't like this place.

-Are you a believer? -Yes.

But I believe there's more evil than good.

Look.

Just like a jail.

"This is not the Lord's house."

-Who was locked in here? -I don't know.

And why?

Let's go.

What do you think they did?

Wait.

Let me... Let me see!

All right.

What is behind New Sap?

The scholarship program has spread

throughout the diocese,

like a net catching young men without means.

Stop, stop, stop.

It's a factory.

It's been abandoned for a while.

The caretaker says

he doesn't know anything about a school

or any sports team, we can go.

The next one was further South, maybe we'll be lucky.

Are you sure, ma'am?

I'd know if there was a school with that name.

It's not a school, it's a grant program.

Neither school nor grants.

We're trying to find parents who might have...

I don't know anything.

They closed the school two or three years ago.

What about the students?

I suppose they took them somewhere else.

Did you ever see any of the boys' families?

Not much to see around here.

Same thing all over.

We have nothing, no evidence, no witnesses.

Nothing.

Why won't they speak? I don't understand.

It's their sons.

They're scared.

We're all scared.

What now?

Leave.

My daughter is in hospital.

You're asking about New Sap?

New Sap started here five years ago.

It made us happy.

They chose our best boys, the strongest ones.

The healthiest ones.

But then,

after a few months, something started going wrong.

We had no news.

They disappeared?

They told us they had sent them to a foreign country.

Nobody said anything?

Some of us tried,

but nobody would tell us anything.

We had no one to turn to.

But yes,

the money from the grants kept on coming.

We needed it.

And, well,

some turned a blind eye.

Others left, they were afraid.

And some of us remained here, wondering.

What happened?

One night,

a teacher called a secret meeting.

He told us

what the people from New Sap were doing.

It's all here.

Keep it.

He told us a woman would come.

Him?

Who?

Father Pina, of course.

He's the teacher who gave us the papers.

Now he's the secretary of Valencia's archbishop.

It's all here, medical reports,

names.

Look, even a list of offices and schools.

It's not just here, it's an organization.

The priest didn't lie.

He knew we'd get here eventually.

I suppose he wanted to stop this.

Look.

The accounting.

What is it?

I've seen this logo today.

Helm Industries.

The factory.

The factory.

It sponsored New Sap.

It financed the program.

It has factories here

and in Germany.

Of course.

That's why we didn't find them.

They're not all schools.

Wait for me.

I just want to take a look.

What's this?

Doctor?

Sergeant, you're just in time.

This is a historical moment, Caplliure.

I'm about to make a lung transplant to a terminally ill patient.

What?

A successful kidney transplant took place

in Boston, three years ago.

Do you know what this means?

I've been trying for years, and I'm getting closer.

Adela!

Adela!

Calm down, your daughter is all right.

I shall save her.

I told you I could cure her, and I will.

Son of a bitch! Is that what you did to the boys?

How is progress made?

They were the necessary evil.

I'm doing you a favor, and I expect one from you.

Just forget all this.

Joaquín!

She's your daughter?

Take care of her.

France, 7 years later.

The 1957 flood drowned me alive.

Me and many more.

Rain, fear and mud dragged us towards darkness.

It banished me from my country and my family.

But some lost even more.

Sergeant.

Good people who fought to stop the current

and lost their lives doing so.

When the sky opened up and the water swallowed us,

we lost ourselves.

But doors leading to hope opened up.

The sacrifice of those I miss so much,

brave and upright people,

gave me strength to keep on and bear witness.

That's something we journalists can do

with the power of words and the strength of images.

That's why, dear Luis,

I'm sending you this article and these photos

that were found seven years after Arnal died.

As you know,

objects live longer than us.

To do good, at times.

This isn't one of those optimistic stories you like

and feel comfortable with, but it's the truth.

The truth.

That's why I hope you'll publish it.

Not just in remembrance of those who are gone,

but for your grandchild and those representing the future.

Their future that is yet to be built.

The time we are living in still belongs to those with power,

who lack morals and humanity.

It often seems that the crimes

that brought them success will remain unpunished.

But we,

whose only wealth is memory and truth,

we'll always possess words.

On December 14, 1957, the Turia river overflowed.

The flood devastated Valencia,

overtaken by water, mud, chaos and misery.

This is a tribute to the flood victims and to the people of Valencia

for their dignity, bravery and solidarity in such a dark hour.

Subtitles: M. Grange - D. McCloskey

Laboratory: TOMAHAWK DIGITAL CINEMA SERVICES, S.L.