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Why not? You're going to jail

anyway. What's another cadaver?

I can't do this to you.

You're the person I trust most.

Does that mean I might have a chance

with you? Since you're free....

- What's going on here?

- Ma'am, I've done something horrible.

I know, I was eavesdropping

behind the door. Paca,

you have our support.

We'll even turn you in

to the police if you want.

I'll pay for the call myself.

What are you talking about?

Ramira has to hide here with us

until things calm down.

And if she feels homicidal again,

great. She's like one of the family.

I hadn't considered

staying but since you asked...

That's very kind of you.

I'll treat the girl

like my own daughter.

And the boy?

Of course, and the boy too.

Get ready. Today's his birthday

and we're having a party later.

It's the boy's birthday?

That's great!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMEON

Isn't this great?

This is the best birthday party

I've ever been to.

I'll start cleaning up.

What? My son hasn't

even shown up yet.

Where could he be?

I'm starting to worry.

Mom, can I keep the presents

if Simeon doesn't show?

Those presents

belong to your brother!

Look at this suit I got him

for UVA protection.

Go find him and tell him

to get in here.

I could swear I saw him earlier

eating potato chips.

Chips? What chips?

There aren't any left.

Where? I looked and couldn't...

Shut up! I heard a noise.

Simeon?

Simeon, is that you?

Poor thing, you made yourself

a shabby little suit

for sun protection.

Here, put this one on.

It's much nicer.

Simeon?

Simeon...

Simeon?

Simeon, I heard you.

Where are you?

Simeon?

Simeon?

You don't like the suit

I got you?

It cost a fortune,

but we can exchange it.

I think I have the receipt.

Poor thing. What's wrong?

What?

We're recording!

Angela. Angela, damn it!

What?

- There's something hanging...

- What?

- You have something.

- My hair? Okay?

- Right, your hair.

- Okay.

- Ready?

- Okay.

Good evening. This is Angela Vidal,

reporting from outside the bathroom door

where a woman has apparently...

- Holy sh*t!

- She's a zombie!

Living dead, a freak of nature!

- Keep recording!

- Run!

Get this on f***ing tape!

I swear I saw him.

I saw him.

- You did?

- Yes.

He had a sack over his head

and he did this:

My little Santiago

means the world to me.

Simeon.

Right, Simeon. My darling...

I was wondering, maybe...

somebody new might

have entered the house,

someone who didn't know

about his illness,

and by mistake

and with the best intentions,

even trying to do the kid a favor,

because he looked as pale as a ghost,

taken the boy outside

without knowing.

Yeah? Who? Who would commit

such an atrocity?

Who could be so sick, so degenerate,

- so inhumane...

- Me?

I got it!

Maligna Escobero.

A very suspicious woman.

So suspicious I could crap myself.

She came around yesterday

asking about Sergio.

- Simeon.

- Right, Simeon.

My prince. It was her, I know it.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

Sorry. That was me.

Wherever you are,

I'll search sky and land,

cross valleys and mountains...

- What is it?

- That's not Simeon.

We always kept the house so dark...

This is all my fault.

Ramira.

Look what the little brat

did to my hand. Help me out.

Oh, Pedro.

You're such a good listener.

Of course I am.

Since I can't go anywhere...

- I've done an awful thing.

- We all do awful things.

You don't understand.

There's something you don't know.

I don't want to know.

It's better to forget some things.

Take me, for example.

The past did this to me.

I'm sure it's a nice story.

But what I meant to say is

- what actually happened to Simeon...

- Yes, it is a nice story.

Between nice and shitty.

I'll tell you in a flashback,

it's better.

I was young, handsome

and had a great head of hair.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

I was cruel and ruthless,

obsessed with my perfect body.

I didn't like what I saw

in the mirror every morning.

Did I mention I had great hair?

It's worth remembering.

Lord have mercy, did I ever.

My life was a series of atrocities.

Violence, pain...

So I hit the street,

ready to do my job.

It wasn't very pleasant.

Primarily because

I was a homicidal psychopath.

There was something strange

in the air that day.

Where was everyone?

I walked the streets

like anybody else.

Nobody, absolutely nobody

knew how cruel I was.

But that day my instinct told me

something wasn't right.

I was engulfed with rage

and I lost control.

And, well, those were the last steps

I ever took.

Where are you? Where?

I swear I'll find you

and I'll kill you all!

I said left!

Traffic light! Pedestrian!

- We're f***ed, Luis!

- Start the car, Carlos!

I've been confined to this bed

ever since.

Well, Pedro. I hope things

don't get any worse.

I'm here to love

and care for you.

Thanks, Ramira.

But you know what I want.

Oh, Pedro.

I've had enough killing.

Don't worry, I'll help you get

your zest for life back.

I have happiness in my jeans!

Marrying you would sure bring back

my zest for life.

Sorry, I woke up starving.

It's coming from over there,

from the window.

It's outside. It's him.

He's in the fog!

Serafin!

Mommy's coming for you!

Serafin! Santiago! Sergio!

Little boy!

Hey, how much are you charging

for those pills?

Sh*t, Danny. I already took thirty.

I'm sleepy already.

- I'm outta here.

- Juani, so soon?

I'm coming with you!

Who's there?

Is it you, Diego?

My hero?

Diego! What has the war

done to you?

It f***ed me up.

I don't care.

I'm so glad you're alive.

I thought I'd never

touch you again...

or hold you or feel

your touch.

Take it easy, baby.

Let me rest.

You'll get yours later.

Bullshit! Heat me up, Diego!

Now!

We'll make love for hours.

Come on, take me!

Come on! F*** me! F*** me!

Faster!

I was at war, not playing bingo!

I'm already lubricated!

You're all skin and bones!

I don't know if I can find it

with all this fog.

Come on, big boy!

Faster!

Faster!

Careful, you'll wake the children.

Diego, my head!

Holy sh*t! Is this a hat

or a f***ing boomerang?

Yes!

- My love warrior!

- No comment.

There's so much I have to tell you.

Me too.

- Our son, Siegfried...

- Simeon.

Right. The boy has disappeared.

And I can't take it anymore.

Because our son

isn't the brightest of the bunch.

Are you listening to me,

Diego?

Girl, the war made me do things

I ain't proud of.

I've been through it all.

Let me start from the beginning.

It was the year 1625.

The Count-Duke of Olivares

commanded the men of Flanders

and I was given a dangerous mission:

To challenge a mysterious

swordsman to a duel.

He had a beard.

He was a real sweetheart.

I killed him, but he had

powerful friends in the shadows...

So there I was with Quevedo, who by

the way is fatter than ever....

And another mysterious swordsman

comes after me.

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Yeah, right. The swordsman.

Unbelievable.

You're here, that's all that matters.

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