I'm starting to get scared.
I don't like to be scared.
It's not what I heard out there.
Sorry?
What did you hear out there?
Nothing.
Well, that being scared... well, you know.
What?
That... you're scared?
Fuck off, man.
But... don't be like that.
Go to hell.
You know that a girl was killed in our house?
Hey, how did you know that this window was open?
I have my contacts.
Yeah, right.
So I'm not the first girl.
Or boy.
Or girl that you bring here, right?
What?
You?
What did they say to you?
No, nothing.
Just what they say, that's all.
Well, does it bother you that you're not fully cis-heteronormative all the time?
Or does it piss you off?
Come on.
Answer me.
Don't you get it?
Answer me.
You have to fuck off, huh?
It's huge.
Yeah.
It pisses me off.
And how come this mansion is so abandoned?
I've told you before, and it wasn't a joke.
They killed a girl here a long time ago.
Really.
And how did it happen?
Well, as it usually happens in these cases, nothing is very clear.
The house had been empty for a while.
Half abandoned by a family that, after the death
of their grandmother, didn't agree to sell it.
The thing is that one day, one of the children came to see if they found some
hidden papers, without their brothers knowing.
But what they found was a dead girl, naked, and squatted on a huge pool of
blood in one of the corridors of the basement, behind a secret door.
A secret door?
What a mess, right?
I guess it was to keep the black money.
Or maybe... Some works of art.
I haven't explored the fourth part yet.
Well, they even had a sexual mambo.
Well, and who was the girl?
Someone from the family?
Or the housekeeper?
Or the unmarried granddaughter?
No, no, no, no.
I don't think they even knew her.
It was all very, very disturbing.
But since then, strange noises have been heard around the house.
Noises?
Or moans?
They say they saw a girl walking down the hallways.
A ghost?
Yes.
God, I can't believe that these ghost stories are always told in third person,
when it's really impossible for anyone to have witnessed it.
And I can't believe how honest you are.
Fuck.
Yes, now I think it's also apiosexual, right?
Yes, I swear.
Have you seen a girl?
Josito told me.
Yes, very suspicious too.
Well, tell me more.
About what?
About the dead girl.
I don't know, more details.
The most deaf.
Did they stab her?
Many times.
Yes.
Yes, a lot.
Here?
Or here?
Yes.
Well, no.
Well, do you want us to cheer her up a little more?
To cheer her up?
Of course.
Stay still there.
Don't move.
Hey, who told you to stop with the photos, baby?
Well, they raped her too.
What?
You heard me perfectly.
No, I don't know, I know.
Really?
You're not going to do this nonsense?
Come on, stop with the nonsense and get on with it, come on.
Hey, really?
I'm not going to turn around.
Leave this scary little trick of yours.
No, I'm not going to turn around.
Poo.
Calm down.
You're...
Nothing.
And you're burning.
Are you not afraid?
Very.
Hey, don't get offended, but...
You're a ghost.
Answer me, Sonia.
Are you a ghost?
Answer me, Sonia.
Ah, hello.
Hello.
How did you get in?
You gave me a copy of the keys when you sold that seat, do you remember?
To open the ones in the van.
Ah, yes, that's right.
Listen, if you want, I'll give it to you.
No, no, no, it's okay.
I brought you a purchase.
And since I didn't know if you were there or if
you had company, I didn't want to bother you.
No, no, you don't bother me.
You never bother me.
Seriously, if you want me to give you the keys, I...
Sonia, are you okay?
I'm fine.
Laura, I'm sorry.
Keep the keys.
Seriously, don't worry.
Everything is fine.
Come on.
Don't be so susceptible, Sonia.
Sonia?
So you already have something for the exhibition?
Something.
This is... A piece of shit.
What are you saying?
It's good.
No, it's very good.
I don't know.
But you're the one who thinks I'm a real artist.
I don't have it very clear sometimes.
You are.
Since college.
You always stood out between that bunch of mediocre and stupid people.
Above you, right?
Yes, of course.
This should be your exhibition, Laura.
You should paint again.
But they love you.
Because you convinced them.
No, really not.
When they saw your material, they almost begged me to participate.
My material?
You don't even know what it's made of.
That's how I'm a fraud.
The future of female art.
They haven't really broken their heads with the title either.
You have to be more positive, please.
And take advantage of your opportunities.
Don't be a fool.
Lately I don't get that from being very positive.
But what's wrong with you, Sonia?
Look, as soon as this is over, I'll find you a place and you'll move.
This house is deplorable.
I'll concentrate better here.
Let me doubt it.
Look, I know it's not... You haven't managed to finish a single new painting.
And they are really promising.
But it takes a lot of work.
And I don't know, you get stuck making these photos and...
Look, I trust you.
Okay?
And your process.
But I don't know...
We have all the time in the world.
No, we don't have all the time in the world.
Don't make me more nervous, Sonia.
Well, well, calm down, Laura.
We have to get to the deadline.
Besides, it didn't make any sense to leave this empty house and this disgusting attic.
One doesn't inherit every day.
Your aunt died two years ago.
You should have sold the whole house and not just the inside.
And, I don't know, move to Malasaña, right?
Like normal people.
Okay, but I don't want to sell the house.
And I don't need the furniture for anything.
Besides, they have been giving me for living, for the materials...
And that's how you have a hiding place to attract your friends and...
and make these dirty pictures.
My God, if I didn't know you, you would scare me.
Does it bother you?
No, no, of course not.
It doesn't bother me.
Well, Laura, don't worry about me.
We will arrive on time for that exhibition of the future
in female art of your friends from the savings box.
And we will be rich.
You will be rich.
I am rich.
I have put on sale the few furniture that were left.
We need the same for your friend from the van again.
But there is still something left in this house.
Some very expensive shit.
Sonia, seriously, you have to get out of here.
Come on, let's have something to drink.
No, I don't feel like it.
Besides, I have to work.
Yeah, what you have to do is sell this house of terror and return to civilization.
This doesn't feel good to you.
I have never found anything better.
I see.
Ah, I have brought you my friend's things from the pharmacy.
I have left them in a little package in the shopping bag, where the coffee is.
Thank you.
Don't take them all at once.
He told me that he doesn't have any more this month.
I don't know what I would do without you.
Yeah, well, I don't care.
Don't leave me with my ass in the air.
It wouldn't be so bad for the session to take some dirty pictures, huh?
Don't even dream about it, Cari.
Fuck.
Fuck, Laurita.
You are so heavy.
What would I do without you?
Really.
I know perfectly well what you do when I leave you alone.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, dare to tell me that you don't see yourself with that slut.
Dare to swear at me.
Well, yes.
I was with her.
And we fucked.
And it was great.
Fuck you.
She gives me a lot more than you.
Half a man.
What she puts on you is that she cuts your face.
At least, at least.
It can't be helped.
I know exactly
what you are doing when I leave you alone.
Son of a bitch.
Come on, dare to say it.
Fuck you!
She doesn't need that much of a shave.
Listen to the przypadgame.
At least I can feel something like that, Jose Luis.
I know exactly what you are doing when I leave you alone.
Son of a bitch.
A little pause...
and we are back.
Sí, tú eres Silvia, ¿no?
Sí, del Tinder.
Me pareces una persona fascinante porque tú eras pintora, ¿no?
Creo que los artistas sois superiores porque tenéis una capacidad tremenda para
sintonizar con lo etéreo, con lo que está más allá de la percepción de los demás.
Jugáis con la energía del universo.
Yo, desde luego, los mejores orgasmos de mi vida los he tenido con artistas.
¿Y eso?
Están... bueno, estáis en un plano muy distinto, en un plano espiritual.
Un plano espiritual muy profundo.
Y sabéis usar mejor las manos.
¿Tú crees en lo sobrenatural, Silvia?
Hijo, la vida no puede terminar así sin más, ¿no?
Tiene que haber algo al otro lado.
Si no, ¿qué son todas esas historias que cuenta la gente de
la luz esa del túnel que ven cuando están a punto de morir?
No pueden inventárselo todos, ¿no?
¿Cómo van a contar todos lo mismo?
¿No crees?
No sé qué hostias me hablas, pero bien.
Sí, mujer, la luz.
¿La luz esa del túnel que ve la gente cuando está a punto de morir?
Yo vivo en una casa encantada.
Bueno, a ver.
No son fantasmas, es otra cosa.
¿Qué me estás contando como otra cosa?
No sé, como que en esa casa puedo ver los sueños de la gente.
Como si fuera una obra de teatro.
Como de todo el mundo, todos los sueños a la vez.
¡Qué flip!
No, a ver, es como cuando yo era pequeña, iba
a ver a mi tía en verano, porque tiene piscina.
Oh, piscina y todo.
Bueno, pues a ver, yo me paseaba por la noche, por los pasillos y por las
habitaciones y mil recovecos que hay, y podía ver lo que estaba soñando la gente.
A ver, era mucho mejor que Doraemon o Las tres mellizas.
A ver, que Doraemon era mucho, pero guau, qué flipe.
Lo que no sé es si mi tía sabía lo que pasaba
allí o si alguien aparte de mí también lo veía.
Y no sé, se les pasó de decirme algo.
Lo que yo creo es que la casa es la antena y yo soy el receptor.
Llévame, porfa, y quiero ver eso.
Vamos ya a esa piscina, que hace muy buena noche
para bañarnos desnudas a la luz de la luna.
Porfa.
No, no, no, no, mi casa está muy concurrida ahora.
Además que estoy cansada ya de tanta escenita intensa, así que mejor no.
No.
El caso es que ahora puedo ver los sueños de la gente que no está en la casa.
¿Cómo?
Parece que hay un sitio ahí entre los dos mundos, un punto intermedio, no sé,
un sitio como mi casa, que mis traumas y tus traumas...
se podrían encontrar.
¿Y para qué querrías hacer eso de juntar los traumas?
Eres un poco oscurita, ¿no?
Pues sí, por si alguien quisiera quejarse.
¿Quejarse?
Sí, y si le has hecho algo muy, muy malo a alguien.
Pues igual ese alguien te quiere decir algo, ¿verdad?
Para descansar, paz.
Y sí, cuando nos morimos.
Nos quedamos en los sueños de la vida.
De la gente.
Como, como fantasmas.
Ay, cuidado.
¿Qué?
Tía, casi me arrancas el piercing, no seas bestia.
Ay, lo siento.
Vas muy pedo, tronca.
Y esto me está dando mal rollo, no me gusta nada.
Tal vez...
podría intentar emular...
el conflicto que creó el fantasma...
para así poder sintonizar con los que lo crearon.
¿Sabes, a Carlos?
¿A Carlos?
¿De mi cabeza?
¿Para que vague por la casa y que haga lo que quiera?
Y...
tendría que ser mucho más fácil.
Aunque en realidad duele.
Duele.
Duele mucho.
Tía, qué rara eres.
Vaya puta mierda.
Fuiste una mentira.
Oye, alguna vez has hablado con la gente de los sueños.
Si alguna vez te has comunic dado con ellos?
Casi me arrancas el piercing, no seas bestia.
¿Universidad de Ru Power?
Suena elelo.
Venga...
S någon tiempo doctor.
Silvia, pick it up.
Come on, please, pick it up.
Come on.
Damn it.
Come on, Silvia, pick it up.
Yes?
Silvia.
It's Sonia, the one from last night, in El Mongo.
How are you?
I'm fine.
What's wrong?
Oh, my God, you're fine.
Thank God.
Yes, I'm fine.
What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking lunatic?
I'm a fucking moron.
Fuck.
I'm getting worse every day.
God, it's disgusting.
You almost tore my piercing.
Don't be a beast.
What's going on?
There are no burrs.
It's just a matter of time.
But it has to be fine, too.
I'm sure you're dreaming.
I'm sure.
I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure.
Don't just stand there.
Help me.
I've called you about 500 times.
No, that's enough.
You could have answered even if it was a fucking message.
Well, Laura, you're not my mother.
Let me live quietly, okay?
Sonia, you have to get out of here, but now.
If I leave, I leave.
If I don't leave, I don't leave.
Please, do you want to listen?
No, no, I'm not leaving this house.
At least until I finish what I have to do.
You're going crazy, locked up here all by yourself.
You have to leave.
What part is it that you don't understand?
You look like a ghost.
I...
Laura...
You don't understand.
I can't leave until I finish what I have to do.
What do I have to do?
This painting doesn't...
I don't understand what happened to him.
It was perfect and now...
But...
Wasn't it going well or what?
Maybe it's too sophisticated for you.
I'm just saying that they're not going to believe this.
I don't give a shit.
It's what there is.
Let them keep it because there's nothing else.
Sonia.
Laura.
Do you know what I bet on?
Betting on you.
What do you think?
That the people from the savings box are letting
go of the money because of your pretty face?
Or a girl who doesn't even have a previous exhibition?
They need guarantees.
They need something that makes them look good.
It's so hard to understand.
I'm running with all your fucking expenses.
With all of them.
Look.
You sell this fucking house.
We'll pay you back in advance.
As if you spend the rest of the year drugging yourself
in a low, shabby, sweet place that doesn't matter to me.
I'm also putting money, you know?
Oh yeah?
Selling your aunt's furniture?
Who do you think has bought more than half of it?
Huh?
Who?
Laura.
I didn't know that.
Because you're a selfish woman.
And you have always been.
You, you, you.
And then, you.
Nobody can stand you.
Laura, dude, fuck.
Laura.
What are you doing?
Come here.
Sonia.
Sonia, what... What the fuck are you doing?
I want to get a university degree.
Frigid bitch.
I want my little friend to feel superior to me.
Ridiculous bitch.
You're dead to me, aunt.
Aunt Laura.
You deserve to die.
I'm sorry.
Even though I thought you were ready for everyone.
If I go to sleep, I feel like I'm doing everyone a favour.
Fuck!
I'd miss you.
Shhh!
Don't be shy.
Shhh!
Don't be shy.
I'll like it.
Yes.
It's going to hurt.
But you'll like it.
What have I done?
What have we done, Natalia?
You?
I didn't.
I didn't dream.
I didn't.
It's what you wanted.
We did it together.
Your erotic fantasy.
You and your stupid perversions.
No!
I'm sorry.
I didn't.
Calm down.
You'll miss it.
I'm sorry.
It was horrible.
Calm down.
It's alright.
Did you get it?
Let's continue writing that.
Hey Natalia, are you okay?
Yes.
I'm a little tired.
I didn't sleep much this week.
Have you ever had nightmares?
Yes, like everyone else.
Yes, but not like this one.
I don't know, maybe it's because...
because of the stress, the new job, the move...
many things.
I see.
I'm sorry.
Why?
Because if we are here, it's because of me.
Look, we won't have this conversation again, okay?
It's a decision we make together.
You don't have to force me to do anything.
I see.
Even so, I'm sorry.
Well, stop being so submissive.
Go to the kitchen, I have to talk to Andrea.
Okay.
What should I cook for dinner?
I don't know, eggs.
You can think of something.
Hello.
Is Jose Luis back?
Yes, he's back.
Are you okay?
Fuck.
What a bastard.
Have you reported him?
What good would it do?
Andrea, you have to report him.
He can't just leave like that.
I know, but I don't want to get in trouble.
They ask questions and I... You have nothing to be ashamed of.
But I don't want to get in trouble.
I'm a lawyer.
I don't want to get in trouble.
Besides, that's why I joined the association.
To help women who are like you.
I'm going to take the bag and we're going to the hotel.
Okay?
I'm scared.
The night that doesn't really hit me, I dream that it hits me.
In the end, that son of a bitch is going to kill her.
I don't know if I can avoid it.
For now, we've got her a place to stay.
Okay.
My heroine.
Hey.
Don't you think it's a little weird that
we're both having nightmares at the same time?
Come on, Natalia.
Nightmares aren't a virus.
I know.
Look.
Let's do something.
I'll take a few days off that I owe to all the extra
guards I've made and we'll spend a week in peace.
Aren't they going to miss you in your hospital?
Yes.
But they'll have to learn to live without me.
Don't you think?
Okay.
This is life.
Good morning, beautiful.
I've prepared juice and toast.
Do you prefer with or without jam?
Natalia, are you okay?
No, I'm not okay.
I've been dreaming about Sonia again.
Yes, your friend, the painter.
Something happened to her.
Don't ask me how, but I know.
Natalia, please.
Daniel, listen to me, okay?
Those nightmares mean something.
It's not normal that she's been missing for more than a year
and all of a sudden I can't stop dreaming that she's dying.
I can't believe we're having this conversation.
Daniel, listen to me.
You know I don't believe in ghosts or UFOs.
I don't even believe in that bullshit about Feng Shui.
But this is real.
It's happening to me.
Daniel, listen to me.
Natalia, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Come here.
Let me see.
It's not worth it.
Thank God.
Call her.
If you're going to feel better, call her.
It's been a long time since you talked to her.
Maybe she's changed her number.
It could be.
I'll call her.
Call her.
She's not picking up.
Don't you have a fixed phone number?
Or a relative's?
I have an idea.
Which one?
At her university, I always lost my phone.
And I helped her find it.
She gave me her password.
If I go to her user, I can know where the phone is right now.
You can do that with any phone.
With mine too.
Yes.
I don't care, Madrid.
What do you want to do?
Show up there?
Tomorrow?
We have to fuck.
Me tell you now.
We will begin to lose his mind.
Plan?
Yes, so that when we see your friend, nothing happens to her.
And she kindly tells us to fuck her for showing up at her house without warning.
Ha, ha, ha.
If she's still there, of course.
If she's still there.
What was your story with this girl?
What story?
Fuck, we were... friends at the university.
We were inseparable.
Well, that girl gives you the chance to experiment.
Compañuelo.
Come on, Natalia, don't be angry.
Recognize that you are taking a lot of trouble just because of some nightmares.
And because a friend with whom you haven't talked
for a long time doesn't pick up your phone.
She was your girlfriend, right?
It's okay, you can tell me.
I'm not going to get angry.
What's more, it makes me imagine you with another girl.
Come on, let's go to the car.
Come on.
Is it here?
Let's see if her phone is still here.
Your friend is busy, isn't she?
See?
That means it's okay.
We're going to eat at a place of modern people.
Tira, come on.
Of course, one gets bored with you.
Shut up, Tira.
I'm nervous, I'm nervous.
I can't help it.
And this is a little disturbing.
Damn it!
Hello.
I'm Natalia.
We've been told to come and see Sonia.
Yes.
I told you.
I thought you were coming for some chairs.
I'm Sonia's friend from college.
Oh.
I'm also her friend from college.
And I had never seen you.
Well, because I was studying law and she was studying arts.
And maybe we didn't move in the same circles.
Well, we haven't seen each other for a while.
And we've been doing a visit.
How did you know I lived here?
I'm telling you because it's been a while.
Look... what's your name?
Laura.
Look, Laura, just tell us if it's okay and we'll go.
I know it's a little weird, but we just want to know if the girl is okay.
Well, I don't know because I haven't been in or I'm not even thinking about it.
I'm just here because they come to put the fucking chairs in the back garden.
He doesn't pick it up.
Typical.
Shut up.
What happened?
Listen.
Okay, the phone is inside.
I don't know if she's asleep or put her eyebrows in her line.
Okay.
Look, I suppose you're angry.
I'm sure you're right.
I'm not going to get in there because I don't know you at all.
But why don't you let me in?
I'll make sure it's okay.
And we're leaving.
You stay with your little roll, with your fucking
garden chairs and everything's fine here, okay?
Look, Laura.
Natalia is the headiest person in the world.
I'm telling you, I know her very well.
We can do two things.
One, you let us in for five minutes and then we leave.
Or two, we can stay here the whole fucking day.
Because this lady is not going to give in.
She's very stubborn.
And what do you want me to tell you?
The second option?
I don't feel like it at all.
Sonia?
Like at home?
Sonia?
She's... tenacious.
Sonia?
Sonia Natalia?
Well, it seems like it's going to rain.
Sonia?
Well... And...
So you're Sonia's friend, right?
Yeah.
She's my partner, my secretary, a slave, well, a bit of everything.
But I think... no.
She's my friend.
Sonia?
Dani?
Natalia?
She's in the studio.
Honey, what's wrong?
Ah!
Sonia...
She's been dead for a long time.
At least more than twelve hours.
Two days?
Well, I don't know.
It could be.
What the hell do you know?
Because I'm a nurse, okay?
I didn't know.
I knew something had happened to her.
What happened to her?
Well, it looks like an overdose.
There's a lot of pills in her vomit and...
It smells like alcohol.
But the autopsy couldn't be sure.
Damn it!
We should call the police.
No!
Why?
No, no, no, no, no.
Hey!
Let's see if we have to call.
But... but...
Not right now, please.
Why?
She took some pills, didn't she?
Well, maybe...
Maybe I could get them for her.
No, no, I'm not saying anything.
But...
Maybe she didn't have a prescription.
And I don't want to be fined for this.
I don't want to.
I don't give a damn what's going on.
Natalia, we have to get out of here drinking milk.
Calm down, Daniel.
Okay?
The girl is right, okay?
All this is bullshit.
And the police can't do anything.
Look, leave us alone.
You're making her nervous.
What?
Daniel, I know how to talk to people who are in this situation.
Okay?
She's nervous right now.
She doesn't think clearly.
And I know I can help her and solve this mess.
Natalia, this is a huge mess.
We have to call the police right now.
Daniel, look at her.
Ten minutes.
Okay?
Leave me alone with her for ten minutes and I'll solve everything.
I don't know if we should.
Do you want to listen to me?
And don't worry about the police.
Look, she's going to calm down.
She'll call.
And we're leaving.
We're not going to do anything.
Come on, go get some air.
Tell me, what happened to Sonia?
What?
She was depressed.
She had suicidal thoughts.
Look, you've already told us that she took pills without a prescription.
And it's clear that she mixed them with alcohol.
And between you and me.
Sonia was never very controlling and...
that's how it ended.
What could it be?
I don't know.
I think she was obsessed with this house.
And she refused to leave.
And maybe she was depressed.
And she couldn't see it.
Why?
Why did she refuse to leave?
Did she see someone else besides you?
No.
I don't know.
It was like...
She needed to make peace with something.
As if something wouldn't let her rest.
Regrets?
Regrets.
I don't know.
I just know that I should have listened to her more.
And now I feel terrible.
It wasn't the same anymore.
When I gave her this house, she became obsessed with living here.
And she started doing weird things.
Weird things?
Yes.
Esoteric things.
And photos.
Very strange photos.
Sometimes I was scared.
I don't know.
I was obsessed.
I was obsessed with everything.
With dreams.
With nonsense.
With everything.
With dreams?
Yes.
She never told me anything.
But it seemed like she had horrible nightmares.
As if she didn't know if she was dreaming or awake.
I don't know.
I shouldn't have given her those pills.
It's as if I had killed her.
And I feel terrible.
It's been a long time since I saw this knife.
I thought I had buried it in the basement of the
M-50 next to the corpse of that stupid granddaughter.
What was her name?
Carla?
Sara?
Ana?
What did you say?
Ana.
Her name is Ana.
Ana.
My name is Sonia.
I love Ana.
Sonia Ana.
Rhyme.
The young lady who wants to play with us.
Really?
That's great.
But you're only 18.
We play with older people.
Yes.
I was born two weeks ago.
But I'd love to try.
If you want to, of course.
What a shame.
Sonia.
I thought we were together in this.
You ask me if you have any other souvenir that can complicate my life.
You fucking addict.
Where are we going?
We're going to a very special place.
You're going to love it.
But where the fuck are we parked?
I don't know.
Let's see.
Beep, beep.
Shit.
Laura.
I'm looking for the chairs.
The one that's so late.
Laura.
I'm in a hurry.
Are you afraid?
A little.
Don't worry.
It's all under control.
What the fuck is going on?
I know.
I was the one who killed Sonia.
And suddenly she took a knife and cut her neck in front of me.
And I swear I couldn't do anything.
I can't.
Natalia.
I'm not an idiot.
It doesn't smell.
No.
She's leaving the chair.
Let's see.
There's a bottle of water.
So I thought we could make a nice fire and burn
the tests and everything would be very confusing.
Natalia, I don't know who you are.
It's me, honey.
Let's see, honey.
Let's see.
It's me, honey.
It's me, dog.
God, what the fuck are you doing to me?
Let me go.
It's going to hurt.
Let me go.
Cut it.
Cut that little girl's head.
Why?
Because we can, Sonia.
Because we can do whatever the fuck we want.
What have we done, Natalia?
No.
No, I don't.
I don't, I don't.
You don't what?
What, Sonia?
This is what you wanted.
We did it together.
Your erotic fantasy.
You and your perverted perverts.
Okay, what do we do now?
I don't know.
It's been a long time since we went to the pot like this.
I think I'm going to like it.
No, honey.
You did what you had to.
I know.
But now how do we clean all this?
Well, the idea of the fire could work.
You think so?
Yes, but it's not going to be enough.
Then?
Well, I have a little bottle of gasoline in the car.
Do you remember that time?
The time when I lost...
Well, it doesn't matter.
Dani.
What?
I told you I love you very much.
No.
And I love you.
Well, I'm going to get the bottle.
You check that there is nothing, that there is no trace that is incriminating us.
No.
If there is, you have to deal with the bodies first.
I am not worth for criminal life.
Dani?
How long, Nati?
I missed you a lot.
No, no, no.
You were dead.
What a mess, aunt.
Come on, go.
You and I are also dead.
No, no, no, no, no.
You don't know how hard it has been for us that you dream with us.
You just had to come here when dreams come true.
What if it was a bad scary movie?
It's all made up.
But in the end you did it.
And here you are.
Now we are your ghosts and we will always be with you.
Don't be afraid, Natalia.
We can't hurt you.
We are just part of a dream.
We just have to wait for you to fall asleep.
We have all the time in the world.
And this is the third one.