Cronos

In 1536...

fleeing from

the Inquisition,

the alchemist

Uberto Fulcanelli

disembarked in Veracruz,

Mexico.

Appointed officiaI watchmaker

to the Viceroy,

Fulcanelli was determined

to perfect an invention

which would provide him

with the key to eternaI life.

He was to name it...

the Cronos de vice.

one night in 1937,

part of the vault in

a building collapsed.

Among the victims

was a man of strange skin,

the color of marble

in moonlight.

His chest mortally pierced,

his last words...

Suo tempore.

This was the alchemist.

The authorities located

the residence of the dead man.

What they found there

was never fully

revealed to the public.

After a brief investigation,

the mansion and its contents

were sold at public auction.

Never on any list

or inventory

was the Cronos device

mentioned.

As far as anyone knew,

it never existed.

Only a few days left.

Tickets are running out

for the big New Year's dance...

Hey, how can I help you?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

How can I help you?

Old And this one goes...

where?

V ery well.

Now it has a face.

Well, you go next.

# When the sun rises

in the morning #

# You open your eyes... #

You still have this one.

Sort it out.

By size and...

If you anger them it's worse...

it's worse, Aurora.

De la Guardia Company.

What did you find?

Yes.

Right.

Another statue, huh?

Fine.

I'll tell him.

Ready.

Uncle?

Uncle?

Ahh...

lovely day for breakfast pills.

Reds, yellows, blues.

And... the new draft

of your will, ready to-

Shhh!

Why do you always

have to be so noisy?

Just sign the new draft

of your will.

I have news for you.

Our buyer just called.

Papers.

- Thank you.

- Now tell me,

what did our buyer

have to say to you?

Oh...

same old thing.

I found another archangel.

So what are you

waiting for?

No, not this time.

This time you get somebody else

to pick up your garbage.

Not everything is garbage.

No, not that book again.

This is not garbage.

I know they all look

the same to me.

That's part of the problem.

Open your eyes.

Look.

This is different.

This one will be mine!

- Lovely day.

- Good morning, sir.

Are you looking

for anything in particular?

- Pricey.

- It's unique.

Yeah, sure.

They all are.

But... then,

it's not my money.

Keep the change.

I'll wrap it up for you.

I love these mirrors.

Do you want any?

Yes?

No?

Yes.

May I ask your opinion

about something?

- Sure.

- Yours too.

V ery "importante. "

V ery important.

- Do you like this one?

- No.

- How about this one?

- No.

- This one?

- That one.

- Which one?

- That one.

You too? Yes?

Thank you very much.

You don't know how

important this is to me.

A little gift,

thank you.

Thank you both.

Good luck.

No, honey,

it's not chocolate.

Something like this

just happens once in a lifetime.

Once in a lifetime.

Well...

nothing happens.

Look, how curious.

What do you think it could be?

A toy?

Don't get close to it.

Don't get scared.

Bring me a box.

WoOne, two, three, and...

one, two...

one, two, three.

Now, watch carefully,

this is seven by four.

We'll start with this leg,

Manuelito.

And...

one, two, three, and...

four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three, four.

- Don't push, Manuelito.

- Sorry, ma'am.

And...

Now comes the finale.

Good evening.

Where did you say you fell?

Over some broken glass.

You won't need any stitches.

Blood is so messy.

Remember when

Aunt Marge died?

Everyone was soaked in blood

and she was spotless.

But really dead.

There's something here.

It's going to hurt.

Good thing you warned me.

Almost.

It was buried deep.

What is it?

WoI don't know,

some sort of metal shaving.

No, it's more like a sting...

from a bee, I don't know.

Please, please, please.

Be very careful

with my soul, please.

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...

I'm fine, honey.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- I'm reading.

- There's too much light.

It's amazing, look.

Nena Vizcalna

died at 92.

Do you like it?

- No.

- You look...

different, much younger.

Exactly, that's why I did it.

That's how I feel.

Where's Aurora?

- You don't eat breakfast?

- I'm not hungry.

Hey, do you like it or not?

- Yes, I do like it.

- Well...

that's really nice.

DE LA GUARDIA ENTERPRISES

Hello, Mr. Gris...

How are you?

You...

destroyed my store.

I'm not the one

you want to talk to.

The red ones are

especially good today.

You don't know what

you're getting yourself into.

Almost 40 years ago...

I found this manuscript.

They are the notes,

the hermetic annotations

of a 16th century alchemist.

It's a fascinating book

written backwards in Latin.

It talks about

a peculiar mechanism,

an invention that extends

its user's life.

But it has rules,

precise rules,

very strict,

on how to use it.

An insect?

That's the master stroke.

The insect is trapped

inside the invention.

Like a sort of...

living filter.

You believe it?

I mean, after so many years.

Who says insects aren't

God's favorite creatures?

Christ walked on water,

just like a mosquito.

The resurrection concept

is not foreign to ants,

or to spiders.

They could survive inside a rock

for hundreds of years...

until someone comes along

and sets them free.

Sure.

It's very educational, but I don't

see why you're telling me this.

I'm dying, Mr. Gris.

I'm going to show you something.

The scalpel has been

eating me alive,

little by little.

Chemotherapy, radiotherapy,

psychotherapy...

Look closely,

my friend,

half of my body is here,

inside this display case.

And the other half...

it's already in the menu.

Or it's being chewed

as we speak.

No. It's mine.

You used it?

Just by accident.

What an imbecile.

Angel.

Here I am, Uncle.

Here I am.

Oh, Mr. Gris.

My uncle is getting impatient.

De la Guardia...

We both lose something.

So...

you finally got your...

whatever it is.

Mr. Gris?

You may continue the game.

After all,

you have the toy.

But I'm keeping

the instructions.

And I won't relent.

This can't be possible.

It can't be possible, damn it.

Aurora, my God.

Aurora?

I know you've got it.

Aurora?

Aurora?

Are you scared?

You think something

will happen to me?

Are you comfortable back there?

It already happened to me once,

with your dad.

You remember him,

at least a little?

Yes...

I believe you do.

When he was your age,

he heard something or someone

speak about those

who die of lung cancer.

So, when I came back

from work,

I found out that my cigarettes

had disappeared.

After searching all day,

I get in the bathroom

and I find a bunch

of little bits of tobacco,

floating in the toilet.

Just bits.

I think he understood

that breaking my cigars

didn't help the matter at all.

But at least it made it clear to me

that he was worried.

And it made it clear to him

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