City of Dead Men

San Isidro women's

psychiatric hospital

children's wing - 1998

The old people said

that sadness creates

a hole in our hearts...

And that the spirit of

Shapishico with fill it.

At first, the spirit

goes unnoticed...

Hiding behind our eyes...

But in the dark...

It grows stronger.

Shapishico.

It drives us into madness...

Whispering in our ears

until we sacrifice ourselves...

To set the spirit free.

Shapishico.

And it spreads...

Like a sickness.

The old people tell us

these stories...

But they forget...

That these stories are true.

- Hello, sir...

- How is it going, man?

Michael.

I was here last night and...

I left my cell phone.

Last night?

Do you have a...

Lost and found?

Lost and found?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes! This one.

Are you sure?

Yes!

I have to call my girlfriend...

Otherwise, I'm f***ed.

You know what I mean?

Thank you.

You're the best. The best.

Hi, Hector.

Hello, Michael.

You have a very

generous grandmother.

The same type of gift

over and over?

She has Alzheimer's.

If you need money...

I could help you find work.

It could be easier than...

Whatever you call this.

Resourcefulness.

Besides I'm not really

looking for a job.

I'm actually surprised you even

sell cell phones in here.

Cell phones pay the bills...

Everything else

here is like a hobby.

Strange hobby.

I love history.

It's always changing.

New discoveries...

Truth brought to light.

Tomorrow everything we know about

the past could be different.

Not everything.

Bye, Hector.

Good luck.

Out! Out! Get the hell

out my driveway!

Out!

I'm sorry.

Danny?

Danny.

Danny!

F***!

Sir...

- F***, man!

- I'm sorry!

Sir... I'm so sorry!

- A**hole!

- I'm sorry!

- What? Get out.

- I'm sorry!

What are you doing in there?

Get out of my car!

You little c*nt!

- Sir.

- F***!

- Sir...

What the hell is going on?

Leave him alone!

Mind your own business!

When the cops get here, I'll tell

them you almost killed this guy.

- Get out of here.

- You get out!

- I'm watching you, f***er!

- Get the hell out!

What a couple of idiots.

You'll get what you deserve!

Are you okay?

I'm okay, I should be fine.

So what was that all about?

Well... apparently,

that guy is not a big fan

of people sleeping in

the back seat of his car.

So you're homeless?

I prefer the term traveler.

It seems less...

Pathetic?

Yeah.

I guess.

I left home with enough money to last

me a year and I've been gone for two.

Why haven't you gone home?

I'm not quite ready for that.

Anyway, I'm Michael.

Thanks for...

No, no it was cool.

Look, Medellin has worked

hard to leave its past behind.

We don't need any dead

Americans in the street.

I know some guys who have

a place outside the city...

And they're having

a little party tonight.

You should come, check it out.

Maybe they might be able to set

you up with a place to stay.

Come by around 10!

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

I'm looking for melody.

Come in, come in!

Hey! You!

Come here.

How are you, my friend?

I'm Michael.

Michael?

Do you know any Michael?

Pauly, you know any Michael?

No!

Melody invited me.

Melody?

Melody?

Nope.

Don't know any melody.

Nope!

It's my bad, sorry guys.

No wait!

Hey!

It's all right, okay?

No, stay come on.

See, we are having a party...

And you're here...

So...

Have a seat...

Take a load off.

Sit down!

Sit down!

Where are you from, Michael?

San Diego.

San Diego?

You are a long way from home.

Excuse me, I forgot my manners.

You need a drink.

And you, Vinnie,

you've had too much...

As always.

Here.

I'm good.

I'm offering you a drink.

It's disrespectful

to turn it down.

Manuela!

Michael.

Do you know the sound...

A dead American makes...

In Medellin?

You hear it?

That's it.

Nothing.

Jacob!

Melody!

Playing nice?

Oh, my Princess, yes,

yes, we are playing nice.

You know, a little scare,

just makes a boy into a man.

Right, Michael?

Yeah.

We were just getting

to know each other.

Yes!

That is right. We are just

getting to know each other.

Nothing more.

To old friends...

And to new.

Welcome to the house

of the dead men.

This...

This is the start

of a good relationship.

I think.

Manuela!

The music!

Hello there.

How are you feeling?

Like sh*t.

What happened?

See for yourself.

The night wasn't all bad.

Do you like it?

Yeah, good picture.

Hey so, who's Danny?

Yeah, you were saying

his name last night.

He's my baby brother.

He died.

I'm sorry.

Good, you're awake.

Come on, let me show you around.

I have to go anyway.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

You have fun.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Behave yourself.

Always.

She's a good girl.

Come on.

Out here, nobody fucks with us.

We are completely off the grid.

What was this place?

It was a psychiatric

hospital for women.

Shut down 15 years ago.

Why did they close it down?

It has what I guess you

would call a "disturbing past."

Down this hallway,

there was a boy...

Mauricio Rojas.

He was born here.

All the children in this

wing were born here.

Mauricio...

Killed himself.

Drove the splintered end of a

headboard right through his chest.

Jesus.

Later that same night,

all the children in this wing

committed suicide.

They slit their wrists

with glass from

a broken lightbulb.

No one knows why.

I think the doctors...

They f***ed them up.

They were tired of

living in these cages...

So they got out

on their own terms.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Hello?

Freedom.

When I look at you,

I don't see freedom.

I see slaves.

Slaves to the past...

To regret.

The only true freedom

lies in death.

And as one of the dead men...

Ready to die!

I can tell you...

Freedom...

It feels...

F***ing good!

Michael...

Come up here.

I'm, I'm good

where I am, thanks.

No you're not.

You're living in

a f***ing bubble...

And it's about time it's popped.

Come on.

That's it, there you go.

Michael here,

he needs a place to stay.

But if he wants

to be one of us...

There's one more thing he needs.

One foot in the grave.

But first a toast...

To new beginnings!

Up! Down! Center! Inside!

And now...

Now a real drink.

What's that?

A friend wouldn't ask.

What the f*** was that?

Oh. That...

was just the beginning.

Let's f***ing party!

Bye, Michael.

Danny?

Danny.

Hey!

Michael!

Hey!

Look at me.

Michael, are you with me?

Yes?

You see me?

Yeah.

There's someone standing

right in front of you.

Look.

Can you see?

Yes?

Michael...

It's someone you hate.

Someone...

You want to see dead.

Hey.

Look.

Do it.

Michael... Michael!

You with me? Yes?

Hush.

Congratulations,

you just took your first step

to becoming a dead man.

So what the hell did

you give me last night?

Blackstar.

It's similar to yag.

Various vines and roots

from the jungle.

Tourists call it ayahuasca.

Wait. You gave me

f***ing ayahuasca?

It helps you open your

mind to the spiritual world

confronting your

personal demons.

Today, it is used in

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