El orfanato Page #2

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Carlos is here.

He spoke to the police,

and they want to talk to you.

How are you?

He's not in the caves.

But l saw someone, Carlos.

You must have imagined it,

in all the confusion.

Believe me, he wasn't there.

l'm Pilar.

l know it's hard, but you must know

we're doing all we can

to locate your son.

Pilar is a psychologist.

She works with the police.

They're working hard to find Simon.

l have a few questions.

Your husband told me

about the adoption,

and your son's illness.

As he was adopted,

There are possibilities

we must consider.

What possibilities?

That he has been kidnapped

by a relative.

l heard you recently found

a woman intruder

in the grounds.

Benigna Escobedo, a social worker,

came a few days ago.

We can find no social worker

with that name.

Could you describe her?

She was about seventy,

with white hair,

pale eyes, very thick glasses.

We will find her.

You can be sure of that.

How can they trust me

with their kids afterthis?

Let's do something.

Wear my grandmother's

Saint Anthony medal.

To bring us good luck.

You don't believe that.

Exactly. But you do.

Take it now.

Give it back when we find Simon.

Simon Sanchez's parents

feel more and more forsaken.

The 7-year-old boy disappeared

from his home 6 months ago.

The situation

is even more desperate

because Simon is ill

and needs daily medication.

My son disappeared 6 months ago.

His name is Simon.

There are posters everywhere.

You may have seen them.

We've tried everything,

but not one clue,

not even a trace.

My son had imaginary friends.

We never paid much attention but...

l have the feeling

they're in the house.

l saw my daughter.

A year after her death.

lt was at night, we were asleep.

l woke up and,

without knowing why,

l went to her room.

And there she was.

Smiling. Calm.

lt was herway of telling me:

''l'm fine, l'm safe,

don't sufferfor me.''

lt is not unusual to feel,

in some way,

the presence of a loved one

aftertheir death.

All of us in this group

could tell you similar stories.

You don't understand.

My son is not dead.

His friends took him.

l saw one of them.

He was at home.

l'll do whatever it takes

to recover my son.

l'm not crazy,

believe me.

l know what l'm saying.

lt's her.

The woman who came to the house.

Benigna?

Simon!

We went to Benigna's house.

We found some pictures

and old Super 8 films.

l'd like you to see them.

Are any of the faces familiar?

Antonia, the principal, the orphans.

My friends.

Martin.

She liked to be called Martin.

Rita.

Victor...

l think his name was Guillermo.

That's Alicia, she was blind.

And this is me.

Benigna?

The woman you saw

worked at the orphanage.

That's impossible. l'd remember!

She wasn't there very long.

She had a son. Tomas.

The child was deformed,

he was kept away from the others.

No one knew.

lt was a total shock

when they found the body.

What do you mean?

lt seems he disappeared while playing.

CHlLD'S BODY FOUND ON BEACH

Shortly afteryour adoption.

One of the orphans confessed

that they had played

a trick on him.

They went into the caves

with Tomas

and took his mask off

to see if he'd come out.

But he never emerged.

He drowned.

They found his body at low tide.

The children weren't blamed.

They were only playing.

That boy was in my house.

We asked everyone

at the opening party.

No one remembers a child

with a sack mask.

l can't sleep through the night.

l can't stop thinking.

Rememberwhat we called Simon

when we met him?

''Two Little Kilos''.

''My two little extra kilos''.

That's all he weighed.

The doctors said it wasn't enough.

But it was plenty for us.

Although we knew

there was little chance

he could ever be normal.

But when we saw him,

saw his smile forthe first time...

his eyes, his bright eyes...

Simon made us strong, Carlos.

Together, we're strong.

Together.

Forgive me if l get upset,

but it's hard.

Carlos, someone's in the bathroom.

-What is it?

-Someone was here.

Carlos, feel, it's still warm.

Sure, l just got up.

Someone got into bed.

l'm convinced.

That's what Jung means when he says

it's in the subconscious that

the living coexist with the dead.

The Germans have another name

for ''the herald of death''.

Doppelganger.

A being that appears

in one's own image.

A double.

To glance at him,

or at any of the others

l've shown you,

means, without the slightest doubt,

a passport to the otherworld.

How long has your son been missing?

Nine months.

Strange things are happening.

Things linked to his disappearance.

l don't know who to turn to.

lt's not that simple.

You won't find an exorcist

in the yellow pages.

This is from my son's kidnapper.

The police say he's been dead

for over 30 years.

Someone has my son.

l don't know why.

But l won't do nothing.

There's someone in this field,

someone l trust.

l'm talking from the heart.

Would you allow a medium

to visit your home?

This wasn't a children's room

in the orphanage.

The bedroom was back there.

Then we should start here.

Enrique.

Perfect,

give me an hour.

l want an old object

from this house,

something related to its history.

And, if possible,

some clothing from the past.

We're not alone.

There's a police psychologist, Pilar,

who would like to attend the session.

lf you don't mind.

Cops! The cops is cool!

What does she need that doll for?

To facilitate hertrance.

Clothing and objects

get her into it

and begin the regression.

-Regression?

-A psychic summoning.

Past, present and future

are superimposed, and cross.

Like a sort of time travel.

lt may sound like witchcraft,

but you mustn't fear

parallel perception.

lf there's anything,

Aurora will see it.

l hope we'll all see it.

Everything's ready, Enrique.

Wheneveryou want.

-Aurora, can you hear me?

-Perfectly.

Here we go.

Everything around you

is beginning to fade.

Darkness is forming

a circle around you,

it's closing in on you.

Everything is fading.

We're no longer here.

Now you're alone

in the darkness,

and the darkness

begins to disappear.

l'm going to count down

from ten

and once l've finished,

you can go

whereveryou want

and will be able to see

anyone who is hiding in this house.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

You can open your eyes.

lt's cold,

the window is open.

Aurora,

l want you

to look around you.

ls there anyone with you?

l can hear someone.

l can hear...

l hear something.

lt comes and goes.

l can't hear it anymore.

l think l've lost them.

l can hear something.

...all alone.

Children,

l'm sure it's children.

At the end of the hall.

l think it's them.

l can't open it.

lt's closed.

But there's someone.

Why are you crying?

-We're sick!

-Who's sick?

l won't hurt you.

Open the door.

Don't be afraid.

Open the door.

We want you to open the door!

What have they done to you?

What have they done?

Aurora,

tell me what you see.

Five children.

They're very sick.

They're crying.

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