The Invisible Guest Page #4

The kid's wallet.

I got it before putting

the kid in the trunk.

I thought it might be useful to us,

and it has been.

After the accident,

Bruno worked at home for a few days.

I used one of those mornings

to end this the only possible way.

What are you telling me?

Your lover was a computer banking

expert as well as a photographer?

Do you want the jury to think

you're taking them for idiots?

Laura met her husband while

she was working in that bank.

Technology makes giant leaps,

you know that better than anyone.

Did your love keep up to date

while she was a photographer?

Maybe her husband helped her.

Maybe she told him the truth

but wanted to keep me out of it.

You didn't know Laura.

She can highly seductive.

The perfect femme fatale prototype.

Do you realize what

you've done?

What do you think?

Don't worry, if I'd left any trace,

we wouldn't be here right now.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

You didn't call the police because

we were doing the right thing.

No, we weren't.

Adrin,

if I go down,

you're going down with me.

The police came to see me.

Don't threaten me.

Don't you threaten me.

I have photos that show

that you weren't in Paris.

The following days

weren't exactly relaxed.

My company entered the Asian market

with the world's top technology firm.

I was given the Businessman

of the Year award.

I entered a media blitz.

Mr. Doria, how do you feel?

Very happy.

I was sold as the

man of the hour.

A model for young people like me,

winners who came from nothing.

But it was all a sham.

I'd felt rotten on the inside

for some time.

Because I taught her.

- To do what?

- To say "Papa".

She's with her parents now...

Mr. Doria, excuse me.

A reporter insists on speaking to you.

- He says he knows you.

- Yes.

- Please.

- If you'll excuse me.

Be careful with that.

See you soon.

On the right, please.

Thank you.

Mr. Doria? Sorry to bother you

on such a special day.

Do you know who I am?

Just that you're not Ivn Souto.

Please.

I'm Daniel Garrido's father.

I don't know if you've

seen the news, but...

they say he ran away

and I have some questions,

if it's alright with you.

I only know what I read

in the paper, I'm sorry.

My son is no thief

and he's not on the run.

My son is dead.

Someone is laughing

at my wife and at me.

The day the police spoke to you,

Elvira and I were there.

I know what I saw.

Our son used his cell phone

shortly before Toms picked up

that woman on the road,

so it's impossible that

the phone was at home,

unless she brought it.

And that could only happen

if she ran into my son

at some point.

And she wasn't alone,

someone was with her.

How can you be so sure?

I've already told you.

She adjusted the driver's seat.

She wasn't driving.

She lied to me!

It's my sister's car.

She lent it to me

and I don't know...

She lied and nobody lies

for no reason.

She lied to protect herself,

or to protect you.

Got a light?

That woman was

hiding something.

And so are you.

I don't know anything, really.

I was in Paris at the time.

That's what the police said.

But some plane tickets

and a hotel reservation

don't prove anything.

Still, we trusted the police

and went home.

Until a few days later

when the news accused my son

of being a thief...

and we knew it was a set-up,

it wasn't Daniel.

He was never bad to anyone.

My wife was devastated

when she saw what that meant.

But I wasn't giving up.

And I followed the only lead left.

You.

And I saw that you could

lose it all over a setback.

What it would mean if you

admitted you weren't in Paris

but with another woman.

I went back to the police

but they still didn't believe me.

There I realized

how powerful you are.

Power makes the wolf

bigger than he is.

But I'm not scared

of wolves like you.

When you have the most terrifying

experience a parent can go through,

having your child taken from you,

vanishing without anyone caring,

fear doesn't exist anymore.

Nothing exists anymore.

They'll soon discover

that I'm an intruder,

so tell me the truth:

Where is my son?

I assure you, you're mistaken.

You were in that car,

with that woman not called Raquel.

You had an accident

in the place where I found her,

and my son's car was there.

Did you get rid of him?

Was it that easy?

Mr. Doria,

was that what happened?

From one father to another.

My wife and I know

our son is dead.

We just want to find him, bury him

and let him rest in peace.

- Sir, you have to come with us.

- Don't touch me.

- Please.

- Don't touch me!

Please, Mr. Doria, I'm begging you.

Don't touch me! Please!

If your girl had disappeared,

you'd want the culprit to know

he wouldn't get away with it.

Son of a b*tch!

Do you know him?

Do you know him?

Let's go inside.

- Address?

- 5 San Ramn St., Bierge.

No one linked him to me.

Telephone?

Nor did he.

He knew it'd just

complicate things.

And Flix had cleared my name

from his son's case.

- What town was that?

- Bierge.

He went home with just enough

strength to look after his wife.

After that, he vanished.

I never heard from him again.

Fine. Now we have all the cards

on the table.

Two dead people

and two bodies.

Your lover's murder

seems to be a direct result

of the death of Daniel Garrido.

But for the police

there's only one murder

because they only have one body,

Laura Vidal's.

And the suspect is you.

But for us and for

Daniel Garrido's parents,

there's another body and

another death:
the missing kid.

And the Garridos suspect that you

and your lover are the culprits.

She's dead, so all that's left...

is you.

What does this puzzle

suggest to you?

What does it suggest to you?

It makes me think of

the mystery in the hotel room,

of the man you say

killed your lover

and then vanished,

as if by magic.

Someone linked to Daniel Garrido.

There's someone unnamed

who knows more than the parents.

Need any help?

Do you want the jury to believe that

this driver lured you to that hotel?

To what end?

To blackmail us with what he knew:

that we were guilty.

Why he didn't know who I was

and that Laura wasn't my wife.

Details, Mr. Doria.

A jury will only believe

your twisted theory

if the details are plausible.

I haven't told you how he

lured us to the Hotel Bellavista.

This came for you.

SENDER:
DANIEL GARRIDO

I know what you

and you little friend did.

The price for my silence

is 100,000 euros.

In small, unmarked bills.

Unless I get them today,

I'll send this photo

to the police so that

they find Daniel Garrido.

At 5 o'clock sharp

both of you are to go to

the Bierge train station.

Be punctual.

I'll call the phone booth

in the carpark

and tell you where to

hand over the money.

Don't come alone,

without the money,

or try anything,

or I'll call the police.

The package was sent

from Bierge three days ago.

The sender signed it:

Daniel Garrido.

- Was this where...?

- If it isn't, it looks a lot like it.

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