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for the last twenty-four hours.

As if they were going to find him!

The bastard just had to

turn off the cameras...

but he changed his mind

and left one working.

He'll be rotting in hell now.

And the police are looking for you.

Sure. If it weren't Carnival,

I couldn't go out.

You can hide me here for a few days.

Hide you here?

Not a chance.

We've got loads of patients.

A lot of people come here.

I know how to hide.

Anyway, I want Robert

to operate on my face.

Robert?

When he gets you on the table...

he'll give you a lethal injection!

How could you think

he'd operate on you...

after what you did?

I'll have to blackmail him.

If I kidnap you,

could I make him do it?

You're raving mad.

I'm just a servant.

Anyway, Robert's out of Spain.

Even better.

I'll stay here till he comes back.

Where are you going?

- What do you want

- A drink.

Take the bottle,

take what you want, just get out!

What's this?

It's a film!

Go away!

- She reminds me of...

- She doesn't remind you of anybody!

Get out or I'll shoot.

Mom...

you wouldn't do that to your son.

You're not my son.

I just gave birth to you.

- It's her.

- It's not her!

How could it be her?

Get out of here!

Keep away!

Marilia?

I heard a noise, like a shot.

Is anything wrong?

I heard voices too.

Marilia?

Marilia!

There.

Who is it?

It's me, Zeca. Open the door.

I can't.

- Why not?

- I haven't got the key.

Does Marilia have it?

- I don't know.

- What are you doing here?

If you scream, I'll break your jaw.

Where's the key to upstairs?

In the drawer at the corner.

Untie me and I'll give it to you.

No, where is it?

In that drawer, in an envelope.

- It's not here!

- At the back!

There's just an envelope

that says "clips".

- That's to fool people, idiot!

- Look inside.

No. Not the napkin. No, no, no!

- Yes, or else you'll scream.

- No, untie me, please!

Open your mouth!

Open it wider, mom!

It all fit before.

Did Robert send you?

No.

How did you survive?

I left you burning like a torch.

He saved me.

Get me out of here!

I'll go anywhere with you!

You're saying that...

because I'm on top of you.

No!

Ask me for anything!

What can you give me,

apart from a great f***?

I don't know. Lots of things!

I'll do whatever you want.

You could help me with Robert.

How do you get on with him now?

Great.

- Great?

- Yes.

- And he still locks you in?

- You know what he's like!

Yes.

I'll take you with me.

That might soften his heart

and he'll fix my face.

If you kidnap me,

you can ask him for anything!

I'll kidnap you, but first we'll f***.

Listen...

What?

Lets f*** in the garden, please!

The garden? Why?

I'm sick of screwing in the open air.

This tiger wants a bed.

Don't you like it?

You're hurting me.

It's very big.

It's like it always was.

It used to drive you crazy.

Yes...

and it still does.

It drives me crazy!

Shut up! You're weird,

you're distracting me.

Kill her!

Kill them both!

As children,

they played at killing each other.

I knew that one day

they'd do it for real.

The tiger and Robert?

Yes.

They're brothers...

but they don't know it.

At least I've never told them.

I had Zeca by a servant

who disappeared soon after.

And Robert is the son of Mr. Ledgard.

Their fathers were very different

but both were born insane.

It's my fault.

I've got insanity in my entrails.

I'd served at the Ledgards' house

since I was a child.

Mrs. Ledgard was sterile...

and when my Robert was born,

they kept him...

and said she'd given birth to him.

But I was the one who looked after him

from the day he was born.

Zeca spoke to me as if he knew me.

He mistook you for Gal,

Robert's wife.

Unlike Robert,

Zeca grew up far from me.

When he was seven,

he started transporting drugs.

I never saw him.

He grew up on the street.

About twelve years ago

Zeca came back to the house.

He was on the run

and asked us for shelter.

I hid him in an outhouse,

but Gal found him...

she took a fancy to him...

and they ended up

running away together.

Their car crashed,

Zeca survived and ran away.

But she...

Robert found her, horribly burned,

but still with a flicker of life.

He snatched her back from death

at the last minute.

He worked day and night.

He did endless research.

He didn't sleep.

He only rested when he sat

by the bed where she was lying...

covered with gauzes.

He was intoxicated

by the smell of burned flesh.

After the accident,

we lived like vampires...

in total darkness and with no mirrors.

To everyone's surprise...

after several endless months,

Gal started to improve.

The things that a madman's love can do!

One day...

when she could finally stand unaided...

Gal heard Norma's voice in the distance...

singing a song that she had taught her.

And she got emotional.

For the first time in many months,

she got emotional.

And it was...

like feeling she was alive again.

When she opened the window...

she suddenly saw her image

reflected in the glass.

She didn't look human.

She was a cinder.

She gave a scream

that echoed through the house...

and threw herself out the window.

Years later, little Norma...

went in search of her mother...

along the same road

her mother had taken.

Through the window.

- What did you do with the body?

- I buried it well.

Did you pray?

Yes.

Everything you told me.

Shall we go inside?

Do you mind if we

leave it

for tomorrow?

The tiger really messed me up.

As you wish.

But hold me!

Don't worry, I'll wait.

I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.

Thank you!

I'm falling asleep.

Sleep, my love.

SIX YEARS EARLIER

Thank you.

I owe this wedding to you.

Don't exaggerate.

Nico adores you.

Without your help, he'd adore me less.

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

Your daughter is getting on well

with my nieces.

She seems much better...

At least she isn't afraid of people now.

Yes, it's odd she hasn't come

to ask if we can leave.

She's great!

And she's having a wonderful time.

To you!

You've had him long enough,

it's my turn.

Enjoy him, darling.

Excuse me.

Norma!

Norma!

Norma!

Norma!

Norma!

Sweetheart, it's me!

There, there!

What about this one?

Yes, but...

no.

And it looks a bit old.

It's not old, it's vintage.

- Maybe something flowery?

- No, no flowers.

No flowers.

Something like this?

Not stripes either.

No stripes.

Something graphic?

Graphic?

Like this?

I'll come back another day.

Yes, do that, you're dopey today.

Cristina...

Here. On the house.

Put it on and we'll go partying.

I'm meeting my girlfriend.

Put it on anyway.

I'd like to see you in it.

It'll look great on you.

If you like it so much, wear it yourself.

You're so mistaken!

Because I don't like men?

Because you don't like me.

In any case...

I've got pills to get you in the mood.

You shouldn't take that sh*t.

Vicente, leave Cristina alone!

I'm off.

Where to?

Home, to get changed.

How come?

I'm meeting my pals.

I think we're going to Casilda's party.

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