[ominous music playing]
[grunts painfully]
[speaking Latin]
[screams painfully]
[groaning]
[screaming]
[people gasping]
[grunts painfully]
[all shouting]
- [man 1] It's mine! - [dramatic music playing]
[man 2] It's mine, mine, mine, mine!
[shouting continues]
[punching]
[dramatic music continues]
[tires screech]
[grunts]
[groaning]
[in English] The coin! Give me the coin!
[grunts]
[tires screech]
[gunfire]
[man screaming]
[groaning]
[both groaning]
[both screaming]
[screaming
[gasps]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[gunfire and screaming]
[gunfire and screaming continue]
[gunfire and screaming stop]
[music stops]
[ominous music playing]
[wheezing]
[ominous music continues]
[shuddering]
[groaning painfully]
[moaning]
[cracking]
[ominous music continues]
[groaning and chuckling]
[music fades out]
[low, ominous hum]
[ghostly murmuring]
[woman crying]
[ominous music playing]
[distant yelling]
[distant screaming]
[dramatic music playing]
[loud, dramatic music playing]
[dramatic action music playing]
[screaming]
[laughing]
- [stabbing] - [screaming]
[laughing]
[shouting]
30 COINS
[music ends]
[rope creaking]
[dramatic music playing]
ONE YEAR LATER
[wind howling]
An algorithm is a mathematical calculation that measures people's interactions...
- [Jonás] I get that but I'm just saying- - ...especially the things they buy.
I'm just saying you have to change your brand, your whole approach.
The kids only watch TikTok now. We're kind of like boomers.
- You're such a jackass. A jackass. - [Jonás] That's not-- No, I mean-
- You're calling me a boomer. - You have to open up to another audience.
We have room to expand. And if you use that tone...
Does "neutral tone" mean the same tone all the time?
Sure, a mysterious tone comes across better.
- Okay, so- - Forget the typical street report.
God, this town is fucking weird.
Pretty par for the course for a mountain town.
No, no, weird things happen here. You never believe anything, man.
[wind howling]
Man, this is wild.
Ooh, wow. You notice the vibes already.
On trips with my parents we usually had lamb here.
[Haruka] It wouldn't have been here.
Wow, it's incredible.
[Haruka] Jeez!
[mysterious music playing]
Stay there, cool. Come on.
[Haruka clears throat]
Ready and action.
- Neutral. - How are you, Night Rats?
What a place, eh?
We're here in Pedraza to find out
- what happened... - Good.
...that fateful day in October 2019.
Where are the people? Did the earth swallow them up?
Higher, higher.
We know it wasn't an epidemic or a forced eviction.
- Some of them ran away. - Perfect.
- Man, no close-ups, I don't look good. - [music stops]
- No, you look great, really.
- No, I look like fucking shit. Get back. - No, the light looks good on you.
- I always tell you not to zoom in. - You need to listen to me. Trust me, babe.
- Sorry. - Don't zoom in on me.
Others ended up in a psychiatric hospital.
Screaming, crying,
unable to explain what had happened.
But is that true?
- What? - Do we know that?
- Sure we do. What? - Are there photos?
If you're going to blurt that out... is there a video?
- What video, man? - To edit in.
If there was a video we wouldn't be here.
We'll make the video when we go to the psych hospital, alright?
MADRID, SPAIN
María Salcedo, 50, resident of Madrid.
[Salcedo] That's right.
Excuse me, how long since you got out of the hospital?
Mmm... a week, I believe.
You believe or are you sure?
A week and two days.
How do you feel now?
Dazed.
I have your statement here.
Do you think you're in a state to answer some questions?
Yes, of course. That's why I'm here.
What was the reason for your investigation in Pedraza?
To clear up a series of deaths that occurred in a brief period of time.
You yourselves thought that we should investigate
the action of local law enforcement.
To supervise the work of the missing Sergeant Laguna?
- Precisely. - And what were your conclusions?
[smirks]
[sigh]
We didn't reach any.
In fact, after a certain point,
I admit that I don't understand at all what happened.
What do you mean?
I saw myself doing things I couldn't control.
Things? What things?
I wasn't deciding for myself.
Someone forced you to do what you didn't want to do?
Yes, of course. Me, and my partners. All the town's residents.
Someone was controlling our minds.
[ominous music playing]
[people muttering]
Right. I understand.
No, you don't understand. You can't understand.
None of you can understand.
What we understand is that your partner, Officer Miralles, is dead.
You are aware of that?
Yes, very well aware.
If you weren't the master of your actions, what are we talking about?
Were you drugged, hypnotized, perhaps?
It all began when...
- when the fog came in. - [music ends]
[whispering] Shh, come on.
Fuck.
[ominous music playing]
[zipper zipping]
[laughs]
Wh-- What the fuck are you doing?
I'm upping the creep factor.
No, no. Take that fucking shit away.
- Why? - Because it's a porcelain doll.
- And? - It's a total fucking cliché.
It's pathetic, not scary.
- Take it away. - Alright. Fine.
Okay.
[music stops]
Ready...
It's all how they left it,
as if someone had snatched their lives away in an instant.
The clothes, in the wardrobes.
The food, on the table.
[vehicle approaching]
Shit.
[suspenseful music playing]
Hey!
You've got the wrong man!
[Haruka] Hey!
Let's go!
Hey!
Fucking hurry up!
- Did you get it? - [music stops]
I didn't have time.
Really?
- What? - You fucking with me?
No, fuck, I didn't get it. Get off my back.
Fuck!
[people chattering]
[grunts]
[panting]
Hi there.
Hello.
- Hey, Captain! - What's up, Paco?
Good, we're doing fine, doing fine.
- Look what I've got. - For me?
Did you think I'd forget?
Donuts. Why did you bother?
To bribe you. How's Sleeping Beauty?
Great. And pretty as ever, you know that.
- Thanks a lot. - Good luck.
May I?
Good morning. How are you?
[quiet, mysterious music playing]
For you.
[chuckles]
I'll change this, it's all withered.
I got paid. Finally.
You were right, eh?
[sighing] These people wait until the last minute.
But I'm not complaining, I'm not...
It's enough that we got the work.
- Maybe we should call the police. - Never mind. Never mind.
A bummer. We blew a big fucking chance, but never mind.
[wind howling quietly]
- A lot of barbed wire for a hotel. - They must've gone in there.
- How do you know? - There's nowhere else to go.
VIDEO-MONITORED ZONE ACCESS PROHIBITED
Now you'll see if I'm a bummer or not.
Check this out.
Jeez. A drone.
- Yes. - What's its range?
Five kilometers.
- Well? What do you think? - Cool.
- Yeah, right? - Yeah.
Now say again that you shoot better alone.
- I shoot better alone. - OK, I'll put it away.
No, no, shit. Go for it.
- [laughing] - Okay.
Alright.
Let's see this in action. How does it work?
Eh?
[ominous music playing]
Fuck.
It's them.
There are loads of them, right?
What do I do?
They've seen us.
- What do I do? - [thud]
Fucking hell.
- Jesus Christ. It's fucked, let's go. - Hold on.
No, wait, wait.
- I'll get it back. - Let's go, man!
I've got it, I've got it!
[music becomes dramatic]
Here it comes!
I'm not controlling it.
Come on! Let's go, Jonás!
Let's go, hurry!
[screaming]
[ominously dramatic music playing]
[gasps]
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
[groaning]
[gasping]
[groaning]
[gasping]
Fuck!
SEPÚLVEDA, SPAIN
[music stops]
[tense music playing]
[no audible dialogue]
[Paco] I listened to you. I told him,
"Look, you can't dock half an hour from me every day.
I don't make it by 4 p.m. because the bus drops me off far away."
I think he took it well.
Hey, it's very dark. Hold on.
Let's see...
Have you seen what a nice day it is? Shall we go for a walk? [laughs]
I was joking. I'm just teasing you, to see if you buck up.
Hey.
- Paco, sorry. - Hi.
- You or me? - Me?
- Are you sure? - I've been practicing.
I'm almost as good as you.
OK, but no one is to see you, or I'll catch hell. Any trouble, call me, OK?
OK, I'll tell you.
Alright. [whispering] Alright.
This here.
One...
two...
and three.
Like that.
[quiet, dramatic music playing]
If it hurts, tell me, eh?
You don't know how much I want you to come home, Elena.
Home's a strong word, it's an eight square meter room.
But I've tried to make it look like your place.
You know? With the furniture.
I bought that in IKEA too. The bed, everything.
But I haven't customized them. You'll do that.
I tried to customize them, but I did a shit job.
I got the chair, started painting it,
and it looks like some preschoolers smeared paint on it.
[quiet, dramatic music stops]
I'm going for a coffee, OK?
You must be tired of listening to me yapping all the time.
I'll get a coffee, come back and we'll carry on.
Don't look at me like that.
The massage has to last an hour, they say.
[machine beeping]
[beeping faster]
- [loud noises] - [growling]
[quiet, mysterious music playing]
"Trump, black holes, Barbrow, dark matter."
TRUMP, BLACK HOLES, BARBROW, DARK MATTER
I'll take one of these, this one too
and Las Provincias.
But they all say the same thing.
Don't you believe it.
Just insults. One says this, the other says that. Like at school.
Sure, it's all terrible. Do you have a book on Trump?
I don't know, son. Look there, I think there's something.
- Here? - It's what I have.
- [music stops] - Who, Kant?
No, it's not the same.
[sigh]
"Quantum World", "Nazis and the Vatican", "Dark Matter"...
"Black Holes", good.
- What are you so keen to find? - Nothing, stuff to kill time.
- Be careful. - Why?
Because no one kills time. Time kills you.
[ominous music playing]
[reporter over radio] After the bombing of Warsaw by the Byelorussian Army,
the U.N. considers its attempts at mediation as now over.
An escalation of violence in the zone seems inevitable.
The Polish president, Andrzej Duda, with the Archbishop of Warsaw,
have called for general mobilization.
Meanwhile, in Mozambique,
the new president of the People's Republic, Joaquím Machel,
has begun a crackdown on all opposition.
Over 500 detainees in the first week of the new government.
The reaction of the African Union was swift.
Its president, General Abdelfatah Al-Sisi,
has called an urgent meeting of all members to face this situation.
The sending of intervention forces is not ruled out
protecting the rights of the country's opposing parties.
[music stops]
Did you remember the cheese?
Yes!
- This bread is from the gas station. - Got a problem with that?
The bakery bread is much better.
I couldn't go to the bakery.
- Did you see your wife? - Yes.
Don't follow her. They'll catch you.
I'm a cop. I know what to do.
- You know who she smiles at? - Who?
The baker. All these smiles are pissing me off.
Move it.
[vending machine whirring]
- What are you doing?! - Sorry.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hello. - Paco.
- I need to talk to you. It's urgent. - Who's this?
- Salcedo. - Who?
You shot me in Pedraza while you were fleeing with Elena.
- What do you want? - For you to back my alibi.
The priest and the vet have to be found.
We need people who can explain what really happened there.
Well, you and your friends locked us up and tortured us.
Is that what you want me to say?
No, Paco. I'm not trying to blame you for anything.
Not even for my partner's death.
How are you, Paco?
[quiet, dramatic music playing]
- I have to go. - No, don't hang up on me.
Paco.
- Good. [sigh] - [music stops]
Better today. She looks better, you know?
But you don't. How many hours did you sleep?
Well, I'll take a nap later.
Paco, you can't get sick now.
No, no, no. She's the one who matters now. I'm fine.
How long since you slept eight hours straight?
[sighing] Months.
- Jeez, Paco. - Never mind. When all this blows over-
Listen to me. Elena won't get better, not today, tomorrow or the day after.
- You don't know that. - I'm very sorry.
Yeah, OK. Thanks for everything.
Take care of yourself.
[dramatic music playing]
Move!
[people shouting]
[grunts]
Paco, what are you doing? Careful.
Careful.
Where'd he go?
Paco? What's wrong?
Paco, what's wrong?
Paco!
[Antonio] They bombed Warsaw.
[Laguna] Yeah. I listened to the radio on the way. Anything to do without our thing?
The Archbishop of Warsaw was in Pedraza.
Fuck. How do you know?
Because I remember.
When they left in the cars, he was one of the last.
They hit the sign at the crossroad to Velilla and had to stop.
Fuck, Antonio. How can you remember all that?
I don't know, it stays with me.
Sure you weren't seen while you were following her?
No, you pest, no one saw me.
I feel awful
every time I see her like that, from far away.
Not being able to go to her,
to hug her and say,
"Rosa, I'm alive, I love you."
Say that and we'll have them here in two days.
They're prowling, they want to kill all of us who were there that day.
They can't hear us here, but outside they can.
- Nothing at the kiosk on that "Barfly". - Barbrow.
That's it, Barbrow. But there was this on black holes, which was also on the list.
They've talked a lot about that guy lately.
What do they say?
No idea. There are lots of old paintings.
He's there and they're watching him. They're really scared of him.
And what does he say?
The portal has to be opened with a stone.
Open a portal with a stone?
What the fuck does that mean, Antonio?
NEW YORK, USA
- [people applauding] - [car horn honking]
[man in English] Lot 25. Oil on wooden panel.
Martyrdom of St. Bartholomew.
Anonymous Aragonese artist, 15th century.
This piece a has starting price of 100,000 dollars.
120,000? Anyone?
120.
140? Anyone?
140 right there. 160?
Anyone willing to give 180?
- 180? No? - [indistinct chatter]
160,000 going once,
160,000 going twice...
Sold to the gentleman on the 4th row for 160,000 dollars.
Lot 26.
Petroglyph.
From the archaeological site at Cahuachi, Peru.
This unique piece is at a starting price of 20,000 dollars.
Will anyone give 22?
[man in English] One hundred thousand!
Well, I can see that once again,
we can look forward to the surprises
of the trademark eccentricities of our Mr. Barbrow.
- $100,000. - [quiet, dramatic music playing]
Will anyone offer 110?
No?
No one will take the challenge?
Okay, then. In that case, 100,000 going once.
100,000 going twice.
[man in English] 200.
[scoffing] Excuse me?
200,000.
- [people muttering] - Well, we are at $200,000.
- Will anyone go to- - 250.
Heavens, I can see that someone is eager to get their hands
on this wonderful piece, unique in its kind.
- 260? - 300.
- One million dollars. - [people muttering]
Two million.
Five million.
[muttering continues]
Ten million.
20 million dollars.
Very well then. Yes?
20 million going once.
Alright then, 20 million going twice.
Sold to our friend and benefactor, Mr. Christian Barbrow.
[ominous music playing]
- [music stops] - [cell phone ringing]
- How did it go? - Badly. How else. Badly.
- Why? - Everything you say sounds terrible.
It's like you're crazy or drunk or whatever.
You didn't help much either. You weren't even there.
I can't be linked to you.
Right.
So, what conclusion did you come to?
What conclusion do you want? Everything you say is crazy.
Hundreds of priests holding a black mass in Pedraza?
For Christ's sake!
- Check the flights from the day before? - Yes.
- And? - There was movement to Barajas airport
of clerics from all over the world, but that's happened
every year since 2003
for the annual meeting of the Episcopal Commission
on Interconfessional Relations, OK?
Not a black mass.
- OK. So it won't be investigated. - No.
Terrific. Thanks, I'm going.
- Wait, wait. There's something else. - What is it?
I shouldn't tell you, but they want you out of the way.
And what does that mean?
They want to blame you for your partner's death.
- What? - They don't want any mention of this,
and it's best to annul your statement.
- No one listens to a killer. - What, are you going to arrest me?
No, I convinced them that it'd draw more media attention.
The wisest thing is to keep quiet and let them forget you.
Forget about me.
Go home, cover yourself with a blanket, and keep your head down until I say.
Give me time to get you out of this mess.
- Got it. Thanks, eh? - [telephone ringing]
- What is it? - [indistinct chatter on phone]
In Pedraza? Seriously?
No, they have to handle it there.
They need to send a patrol. We'll hang back for now.
- [Salcedo] What's going on, Pereira? - [ominous music playing]
A girl says they killed her boyfriend in front of the castle.
Where is she? Segovia Police Station?
Yes, but don't you dare go there. You're suspended without pay.
- I have to go. - Salcedo.
Salcedo!
[dramatic music playing]
- There's no blood, nothing. - [music stops]
- Shit, I'm sure. He was here. - [officer 1] There's nothing there, miss.
[officer 2] If there was a body, there'd be traces of blood or something.
They're filming us.
- You said that when you left, he was here? - Yes.
He was dead for sure.
Maybe he recovered from the blow and went home.
- It wasn't a blow, it was them. - [officer 2] Who?
The van guys, in the square, I saw them take a man.
- That's new. - It's not new, I just didn't mention it.
So when he was attacked, there was someone else.
No, not when he was attacked. Before, in the square.
Miss, you shoot videos, don't you?
[Haruka] Yes.
All this isn't a joke?
Maybe we're being filmed from far away.
That'd be a crime, miss.
You think I could make up something like this?
I'm saying my partner has been killed and there's no body.
How could I make that up, something like that?
How in the fucking hell could I make something like that up?
Miss, it's best if we go to the station and you make another statement
about the van, the man and all that.
I'm staying here.
Then don't come, miss.
Do what you like, I can't force you.
I'm telling you, Jonás is in there.
We spoke to the company, they're doing renovations.
There's no one in there.
How do you know?
They showed us footage from the cameras and it's empty.
That's a lie.
Why are you filming?
To prove that you stayed here voluntarily.
We follow protocol, miss.
Yes, we know what happens later.
I can film you too, you twit.
I can film you too, asshole.
I have almost 100,000 followers. You know what that means?
I'll badmouth you and the whole force. You'll freak.
I'll destroy you, all of you.
Here we are, Rats.
Here we are, Night Rats, with law enforcement.
Running away, running away again.
Go on, go on!
Chickens!
[shivering]
[sighs]
[shivering]
[faint, ominous music playing]
Shit!
- [dramatic musical note] - Fuck! Holy shit!
[dramatic action music playing]
[tense music playing]
[ghostly shuddering]
Hello?
[flies buzzing]
[chilling music playing]
- [gasping] - [dramatic action music playing]
[grunting]
No!
Jesus! Fuck you, lady!
[groaning]
Fucking old bitch!
[gasping]
[panting]
What the fuck?
[music becomes quiet and tense]
I'M BEING ATTACKED. THEY WANT TO KILL ME.
I'M IN PEDRAZA, PLEASE COME AND FIND...
Fucking hell...
What... What the hell?
Come on. What's going on?
- [yells] - [screams]
- Haruka? - [shuddering]
The old woman was there, right behind me.
[Antonio] Look out. Demons...
[Laguna] What demons?
- Blind demons. - Blind demons.
No, no! It won't end well.
What?
It's not a good plan. You can't do that to her.
What are they going to do? To whom, Antonio?
To Elena.
Elena? What Elena? The vet?
Where is she, Antonio? Where?
The gas station bread doesn't last long.
It goes stale in a day. The bakery's is much better.
What'll they do to her? Who has a plan?
- I can't say. - Why not?
Because they're all in Hell.
[ominous music playing]
[medical equipment noises]
Morning. Hello.
Hey! Hey! What?
Paqui! Paqui.
There were no donuts, but I got you chocolate croissants.
Always so thoughtful, Paco.
- Sorry about the other day. - It's fine, don't worry.
I could marry you.
It can't happen. I have a date.
I know. She's waiting for you.
May I?
Good morning.
How are you feeling?
Look, I brought this for you.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
You don't know what happened to me at work today.
The manager got all cocky,
and I answered him, nicely.
And he suddenly wants to hit me.
I burst out laughing.
It all seemed so surreal.
This other guy joins him, he's dumb as an ox,
one of those gym junkies,
he comes to me and I say, "Back off, I'll cream you."
I said it in front of him, good and proper.
- [Elena gasps] - Elena?
- [tense music playing]
- Elena? - [machine beeping rapidly]
[Elena gasping]
Paqui, Juan Carlos!
There's a weird fucking energy all around, a diabolical vibration.
Right.
It was here, here.
There must've been a mechanism,
because I just leaned on a stone and the wall moved.
We'd have to jump the wall, but it's a bad idea without backup.
What?
So request backup, you're a cop.
We won't get it. Nobody will believe this.
- So what do we do? - Investigate from another angle.
OK, OK. And Jonás?
We'd have to leave straight away.
[Haruka] Where are we going?
You drive.
To the mental hospital.
[tense music playing]
- [Paco] Honey... - What's wrong, Paco?
She started moving, like she couldn't breathe.
- Are you sure? - Yes, really. Just now.
It's not impossible.
Sometimes they even frown, but they're still in a coma.
Convulsions mean nothing, Paco. Nothing.
- You don't know that. - I don't know?
You don't know that. They're theories you tell us and we have to believe,
but you really have no idea.
- Were you reading up on comas on the Net? - Yes, like you.
No, I don't need the Internet to know what's wrong with Elena.
Do you know the meaning of the word "vegetative"?
Not this vegetative thing again.
Look, I've had a patient in a coma who was crying.
I saw her goddamn tears.
But ten years later there she was, lying on the bed. Do you get what I'm saying?
- Juan Carlos, please... - Juan Carlos, no, fuck it!
I'm sick of everyone thinking they have the right to talk bullshit,
while we're trying to do our goddamn job!
- Do you hear me? - Let's all calm down.
No need to be like that in front of Elena. Come with me.
- Alright. -Forgive me, Paco, OK?
[mysterious music playing]
- [machine beeping rapidly] - [music becomes ominous]
[distant scream]
[echoing thunder]
[people moaning and sobbing]
[people gasping]
- [metallic clanging] - [gutteral growling]
[people gasping]
[metallic clanging]
[gasping]
- [echoing loud clang] - [people screaming]
[people sobbing]
- [echoing loud clang] - [people screaming]
[low growl]
[creature growling]
[gasping]
- [sobbing] - [growling]
[hissing]
- [screaming] - [gasping]
SEGOVIA, SPAIN
Jeez.
[ominous music playing]
[woman chattering]
[device beeping]
[tapping]
[indistinct chatter]
- [speaking French] Hello. - We have an appointment with Dr. Giraud.
Come with me, please.
[quiet, mysterious music playing]
Take a seat, please. Monsieur Giraud will see you, mm?
[in French] Thank you.
Officer Salcedo.
- [in English] English or French? - [in English] English, please.
[in English] OK. Please, have a seat.
So, special case, I hear.
Is it about the...? How do they call them on the internet, the-
The "locos" of Pedraza?
Well, they are not locos.
That is a word we don't like to use here. It's very reductionist.
Confused of Pedraza.
Of course that is not a trending topic.
[in English] I'm the one confused when I get my electricity bill.
[Giraud] Well, I'm sure.
But, uh, there is more to it.
We haven't been introduced.
Haruka, specializes in web research.
The amount of absurd theories about these people is worrisome.
That's why we are here.
We are interested in knowing what your vision is.
To avoid, uh, trickery.
You want to talk to them.
Only if you consider it appropriate.
[chuckling] Well, we have nothing to hide.
[Haruka] Hm.
Of course not.
Some say that this is like Area 51.
[pulls strap loudly]
Sorry.
And that you guys treat these people like if they were guinea pigs.
Doing experiments and strange things.
Well, we would if we had time,
but improving the quality of these people's lives is a fulltime job.
Now... if you'll excuse me...
It is afternoon snack time.
[howling]
[whimpering]
[people scream and gasp]
[low growl]
Elena. Elena. Elena, listen to me.
I know you can't talk. You're in a coma.
I'm dead.
I've come to apologize, as usual.
Not for what happened, but for what's going to happen.
- [grunting] - [dramatic music playing]
[rapid beeping]
[quiet, mysterious music playing]
[woman] This one.
Hello. Enrique, do you recognize me?
Of course.
You're Salcedo, from the Ministry.
Do you think I'm crazy and don't remember anything?
Sorry. This is Haruka.
Hm. The other one got killed, so you found a new one.
- [Concha] No need to be rude. - Things are what they are.
Did she tell you? The last one got shot.
Shut the fuck up!
Thanks for coming to see us.
Do you think she's here to say hello?
She's here to probe and make trouble, like the others.
- Ignore him. - Are you all here?
No. A lot ended up in hospitals in Madrid.
What happened on that day in October at Pedraza?
- What happened as in...? - There was a Satanic ritual.
You tell her.
I didn't see anything.
Neither did I.
They killed a lot of sheep and painted stick figures on the walls.
But who were they?
What happened that made you so afraid?
[quiet, mysterious music continues]
- [man gasps] - He's not from the town.
- [Concha] We don't know who he is. - He's here because he got too clever.
He says he's a mathematician, but it's a lie.
Max, the square root of 1585.
[in Danish] 39.
812058...
Sure. He makes it up.
[Concha] What a pitiful person.
Poor man.
Where are you from, Max, honey?
[in Danish] I come from Denmark.
- He says he's Danish. - [Enrique] What the...?
A lie. You and who else?
[Max in Danish] Tycho Brahe, Niels Bohr...
[Enrique] See? All made up.
All just gibberish. Come on.
[ominous music playing]
Hey! Hey! I need to talk to that man.
No, he's going into therapy, miss.
I saw him in Pedraza. I saw him.
Turn it off and on.
That's the solution. That fixes everything.
The world must be disconnected!
The button must be found. The button!
The button must be found!
Everyone seems to know what happened. Right, Enrique?
[Rogelio] I don't know about everyone.
But you certainly do. Or don't you remember?
They sure liked the Italian priest, didn't they?
Their legs shook just seeing him.
They thought he was hot shit.
[Rogelio] They hung Laguna from a hook.
[Curro] You're the one who should be here, miss. You're worse than anyone.
- She's one of us. - One of us.
[all] One of us. One of us. One of us.
One of us. One of us. One of us!
One of us! One of us! One of us!
One of us! One of us! One of-
- [machine beeping rapidly] - [dramatic music playing]
- [shouting] - [growling]
Elena, they'll use the love I have for you to get to you.
You'll experience the most painful time of your life.
When that time comes, you'll have something in your hand.
That thing, that object, that's what's important.
Protect it. Everything depends on it.
- Protect it! - [people gasping]
[ominous music playing]
Here! Here!
[growling]
Come and get me, you bastards.
[music ends]
[moody music playing]
[music fades out]