The Mortimers (2025) Movie Script
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Help!
THE MORTIMERS
WELCOME, GABRIEL
THE MORTIMERS
Hi, are you okay?
No, no, thank you.
I'm Gabrielle.
Welcome, Gabriel.
How nice!
We'll treat you
with great respect here.
We're a very modern family.
We don't judge.
No, no, no. I'm a girl.
It's "Gabrielle."
Two 'I's and it ends with an 'e'.
Ah!
The agency told us "Gabriel".
Oh, right.
Well, you can call me Gabi.
You're Nico, right?
Nice to meet you.
Hello.
No sharing a room.
Well, let's go.
The car's nearby.
You'll see, you'll adapt in no time.
It's a very quiet town.
And you'll make
lots of friends at school.
I can't wait to start.
You speak Spanish very well.
I wish Nico spoke French as well.
My grandma was from Segovia
and every summer...
The first time is always a shock.
But she's a lovely saloon car.
We have a normal car, eh?
But it's at the garage.
That's cool.
It's different.
It's so roomy you can even
use it for camping.
We just put a mattress in there.
But we disinfect it
after every service.
Mom, watch the road.
Service?
That's when we transport...
I get that it may creep you out.
No, no way.
Besides, it's perfect
for going to Ikea.
You're going to fit in
very well in this family.
Mom...
No less than three generations
of Mortimers have grown up here.
Gabi, welcome to our Maison.
We'd planned for you
to sleep with Nico,
but we thought you should sleep
in the living room.
What do you think?
Fuck.
What did he say, son?
She loves it.
It's beautiful.
And the sofa's very comfy, you'll see.
Your father loved it.
He loved it so much that
he took his last breath here.
Didn't he, Dad?
In summer he's here with us,
but in winter he prefers the vault.
Oh, sure.
Don't worry, he won't come out.
Great.
It's pretty big, isn't it?
She loves it.
And these trophies?
Are they yours, Nico?
No, they're mine.
First prize for best
corpse reconstruction
and third prize
for best postmortem styling.
No other like it in the whole valley.
But wait, we haven't shown you
the best part.
Here you have the best views.
Would you like to see it?
Don't you feel weird
surrounded by the dead all day?
Why?
It calms me down.
The dead listen to you
and don't sour your existence.
Fuck, I thought my life sucked,
but now I see that you win.
Look, Paul.
This is Gabi,
the French exchange girl.
-Oh, girl?
-Girl, yes.
Charmed, miss.
How's the world of the living?
How is it with pater?
Well, he still thinks I'm a kid.
They don't believe in me.
What? Your parents adore you.
Gabi, will you hand me
that brush there, please?
You should tell them
what happened to you at school.
No way,
so they think I'm a jerk?
You have to stand up to bullies.
Bullies?
Who do they bully?
Uh... a cousin of mine.
But a distant one.
Well, I know female self-defense.
If you want, I can teach you.
Or not.
What are you doing?
Are you a painter?
No, I'm a marble worker.
I restore the stone.
Rain and wind erode it
until it practically turns to dust,
as our bones do.
What a cheery job.
Well yes, very.
Careful, don't get it on you.
Cemeteries hide incredible stories
that don't appear in books.
You don't believe me?
Yeah, yeah.
Stories like that of Beatriz Madoz.
I haven't told you that one,
have I, Nico?
Beatriz Madoz was
a rich woman in town.
Very rich.
She had lots of jewelry.
She apparently died of a heart attack.
The terrible thing is that when
buried her, she wasn't dead
but in a coma.
They say that that very night
they began to hear
heartrending screams,
screams coming from the fresh grave.
Nobody can hear me!
I need help!
Help!
When they opened the coffin,
the lid was full of scratches,
Beatriz's skinned fingers
and her expression
disfigured by terror.
They say that since then,
on full moon nights,
the trees in the cemetery shake,
strangely, with no wind,
and that more than once
various people have felt
an eerie presence following them.
It was Beatriz,
who, whispering, pleaded:
Please, someone help me.
I was murdered.
You looked like a smart guy
and it turns out you believe in ghosts.
Excuse me, there are hundreds of
phenomena that we can't explain
because our mind is too limited.
Sure, if you believe that
the dead can talk, of course.
Look, the dead talk
just as much as the living.
I love that you guys have
connected so well.
It's incredible.
I don't understand why
they all wanted to be cremated.
Because it's cheaper.
Let's see if you like it, Gabi.
Kidneys in sherry.
It's typically Spanish.
Sure, but cremations
are double what they were last year.
Does it seem normal to you?
No.
Honey, think positive.
We can pay off the crematorium.
Remember how expensive
it was to reconstruct
Don Alfredo's skull.
-He didn't even have eyes.
-Right.
Your plate.
But the family insisted...
Well, maybe we could talk
about something else.
Tomorrow you're going to school.
You'll be looking forward
to meeting Nico's friends.
Gabi, Gabi, look out!
What?
Nothing, no, nothing.
I'm fine. I don't want to look
gross in front of your friends.
Hello, Raquel.
Look at this dumb-ass.
To me!
Eh!
Watch it!
What's she saying?
I don't understand you, girl.
There's nothing like travel
to realize that
there are assholes everywhere.
Good morning. Listen to me.
I want to present
the new exchange student.
Her name's Gabi
and she's from Toulouse.
I hope you welcome her
with the warmth she deserves.
Hi, nice to meet you.
Tough audience.
And to get into the subject,
you'll convert these sentences
into the past
using the verb avoir.
You have half an hour.
It's like this every day.
That's Marc.
He only thinks about skateboarding.
He's mad at the world
and takes it out on others.
You know his aunt was run over
by a cow and died?
The family wanted to bury her
in her favorite dress,
but my mom surprised them
with some purple ruffles
that matched her hair.
A hit.
Sofia.
Graffiti artist, addicted to
energy drinks, no tact.
Last year we incinerated
her grandmother.
They forgot to tell us
that she had a pacemaker
and she almost blew up
the crematorium.
And the other one?
That's Raquel.
We used to be friends.
What happened?
She started act aloof.
Since she's hung out with them,
I don't recognize her.
Her great-uncle
was killed by bees.
My mother had to reconstruct
his whole face.
That's how she won first prize.
Those three make my life miserable.
SO YOU GET RID OF
THAT MORTIMER BREATH
I'm shaking.
What was I supposed to do?
They were picking on you.
In this school it's better
to go unnoticed.
Of course we're talking about
the best rest for your relative.
Needless to say, this decision
is up to you.
I'm only here to advise you.
-Who's that?
-Antn, my father's assistant.
A sad sack.
Hey, working here...
The difference is remarkable.
Look, I shouldn't tell you this,
but without a doubt,
I'd recommend cremation.
But, as we've discussed,
it's a decision that, obviously,
you must make yourselves.
My sympathies.
-Good day to you.
-Hello.
Do you want to see a corpse?
I'd rather have a snack.
Where are you going?
What are you doing here?
How often have I told you
I don't want you near this room
while I'm preparing the bodies?
But I'm sick of seeing them
at the wake.
Properly prepared,
Nico, not like this.
Mrs. Navarro deserves respect.
Paul says that this society
would be less infantilized
if it looked death in the face.
Here we go...
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.
No, Nico, no.
It's too soon, you're too young.
I'm not a kid.
He still cries
at the end of Frozen.
Me?
So do I.
You don't want to grow up so fast.
Go on, go and play.
On full moon nights,
the trees in the cemetery
shake strangely with no wind
and you can hear Beatriz's whispers.
Nico, help me.
Help me.
Look, the dead are in
a dimension close to ours,
but they can't continue their journey
because they have unresolved issues.
Dead with unresolved issues?
The good thing about death
is you can ignore everything.
Okay, I see you don't care.
Yes!
It's here.
What are we meant to do now?
Ask the Ouija board?
Repeat her name three times
in front of a mirror?
Wait.
And turn off the flashlight.
I read that it's easier
if we make our minds blank
to stimulate the perception
of uncommon realities.
Okie-dokie.
Close your eyes.
Wait.
Wait. I sense...
I sense some kind of energy.
Yes. Me too.
It's...
It's like a subtle glow.
Yeah, yeah.
-Do you notice it too?
-Yes.
It's my flashlight.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
You're having fun, huh?
I signed up for this exchange
thinking I could make friends,
but I see I can't.
-We're friends.
-No, you're not my friend.
You're like the others.
You just want to laugh at me.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry.
What?
Murderers!
Help me!
Help!
Silence!
Murderers!
Who is it?
Beatriz Madoz.
She's trying to make contact.
Ah, no. It's just Serafn.
He's the town bum.
He's harmless.
Shall we go?
Yeah, we'd better.
Okay, it was Serafn...
But the trees shaking by themselves?
-The wind?
-Right, wind with no sound.
Yeah, it was climate change.
Yeah, sure, that's so scientific.
What about the whispers?
I guess we were victims
of autosuggestion.
No.
Both of us at the same time
is impossible.
I bet it was the spirit
Paul told us about.
Look, Nico, spirits don't exist.
But my mother does.
And I have to answer
so we can keep pretending
that everything is fine.
Sure, like your room, huh?
Good night.
Okay, good night.
Guys, today I didn't come
to vaccinate you
or write any prescriptions.
I'm here today to talk
about mental health.
It's the psychological
and emotional well-being
that everyone has,
every human being.
If that well-being fails,
we say we have
poor mental health.
They're five green signs
pointing to five graves.
And what does that mean?
It's a code.
Sure, from the dead lady.
I'm sure the signs lead somewhere,
but I don't know where.
Let's see, if you were a dead guy
trying to solve his case,
wouldn't you try to communicate
in a simpler way?
Well, I happen to have proof.
I took a photo with my phone.
-Seriously?
-Yeah.
Look.
I don't see any sign.
What do you mean, you don't?
Jeez!
Nico, please.
Sorry.
I swear they were there
when I took the photo.
They were impressive.
Now that's impressive.
Look.
What have you got there, zombies?
Give it to me.
Fucking give it to me.
Ole!
Sound familiar? Hey, please...
Guys, a little respect.
It smells like a corpse, too.
Hey, please.
Hey, puh-lease!
I thought he was a fag.
Now it turns out
he's into French chicks.
All he can do is cry.
Like when we put him
in the dumpster.
Will you leave him alone?
Come on.
Now girls are sticking up for him.
Sure.
He's a fucking freak,
like the rest of his family.
I hate you! I hate you!
I hate you! I hate you!
Why? Why are you like this?
Okay, okay, okay.
Nico, Nico. Take it easy.
Are you okay?
Nico, this is the last time,
you hear me?
The last time the school calls us.
Don't you know
you could get expelled?
Don't you say you're grown up?
How embarrassing, please!
In front of everybody.
How could you hit
your best friend?
Well, best friend...
-Is this how we raised you?
-Not as far as I know.
No, but I didn't start it.
-And it's not my fault.
-Ah, it's not your fault.
Whose fault is it? Mine.
-Maybe it's mine.
-No, anyone's but his.
No, but if you let me explain...
He always has to have the last word.
Does anything justify
what he's done?
You're not listening to me!
It's over.
It's over.
From now on,
no cellphone for you.
And of course, you're both
grounded until further notice.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Or... yes?
Yes. You.
I'll talk to your mother right now.
Did they give you a hard time?
I convinced her to not
send me back home.
Just as well.
Paul!
I wish my father was like him.
You've idealized him.
If he was your father,
you'd give him grief.
Not at all.
He never judges me or yells at me.
He really understands me.
Now that I think about it,
why not ask him about the map?
He may clear it up for us.
Good idea.
Paul!
Remember the woman
who was buried alive?
Yes.
-She spoke to us last night.
-She didn't talk to us.
She did in her own way.
Look.
I still have to work it out.
But do you think she was killed
for money?
Or it's this cemetery,
weird stuff is going on.
You know what I think?
These symbols are a message
in code to find her killer.
Can't you see I'm busy?
I don't have time right now
for your detective bullshit.
This is a cemetery,
not a schoolyard.
Listen to me.
If I see you here again
wasting our time
or other people's,
I'll tell your father.
Is that clear?
Please don't say anything.
Yes, it's the most adhesive
restorative make-up.
Ideal for decomposing skins.
Has it undergone saponification?
Right.
Eat some fruit.
Yes, it mitigates putrefaction.
But with bodies in water
it doesn't work the same.
Because wet skin peels off
from the bone very easily.
And if we're talking about
cadaveric wax as well...
No, it won't work.
That's too bad.
I had a nightmare last night.
No wonder.
No, I'm serious.
Nico...
Help me.
I woke up here.
At exactly 5:00 a.m.
in front of that clock.
I don't think I get it.
But it's so clear.
It was Beatriz giving me the key.
The inverted V is a 5
in Roman numerals.
Let's see.
If you count five tombs
from each tomb
where we see a five,
they all lead to the same place.
The vault of Manuela Duarte.
Manuela Duarte?
What does Manuela
have to do with Beatriz?
That's what we have to find out.
Find out what?
Nothing.
By the way,
I've written to Dr. Dvila
to apologize for your behavior
and she hasn't replied.
She must be furious.
She won't invite us to
her Christmas party this year.
This guy is an idiot.
Your friend Paul.
He's taking a vacation.
As if the rest of us weren't
sick of working.
-What now?
-I don't know.
No, neither do I.
Go on, off to school.
Hey, do you think Paul left
because he's mad at us?
Yes, he must've left
because of your father,
who's exploiting him.
Hey, a bit of respect.
My father is Spain's
top funeral parlor owner.
Okay, okay.
Please.
It's here.
-That's weird.
-What?
There's something there.
What are you doing?
Stop!
Look at this.
M.D.
M.D.?
What could those initials be?
Oh, okay, sure.
-Well, mystery solved, let's go.
-No, wait.
Manuela Duarte died in 1917.
The bracelet is too new.
Shit.
You're right.
Tonight.
It reeks of gym class
mixed with a lunch menu.
Me first.
Man, that's so cringe.
-But it looks just like your room.
-No.
I don't like it. It's dark
and there are weird noises.
It's a vault, what do you expect?
I'm here.
-Oh, oh!
-What?
I stepped on something.
A bag?
Careful.
What's wrong?
It could be a bomb.
To kill who?
Okay, open it.
Jewelry.
I knew there was something in here.
I'm sure Beatriz kept it here
before she was murdered.
You have blood on you.
Me?
But... I'm not bleeding.
I'm not, am I?
Eh?
What's wrong?
-There's a dead man.
-I see him.
-There's a dead man.
-I see him!
-Don't yell at me!
-You're yelling at me too!
What do we do?
I don't know about you,
but I'm running!
Shit!
We have to call the police!
You're kidding!
My parents will kill me.
-What?
-We're meant to be grounded.
And we've broken all the rules!
All of them!
We saw a fucking dead guy.
We can't just pretend it's nothing.
Why not?
This is a cemetery, isn't it?
But his head was bashed in!
He was murdered!
What's going on?
What did you do to your hand?
Nothing, a stupid cut
with the dissection tools.
Does that noise ring a bell?
Paul's van.
-Right, where is it?
-There, behind the altar.
Nico, there's nothing here.
Nothing there?
No, no, I swear it was there.
Nico.
Yes, really,
you have to believe me.
INNOCENTS
My God.
Why would they so
something so macabre?
I don't know, but this
isn't good for Paul.
But they get along great.
I don't know what
your problem is with Paul now.
He spends all day with him
in the cemetery, Marisa.
Listening to his ghost stories
and his bullshit.
He doesn't talk to anyone else.
He has character problems.
That's why he has no friends.
He's a difficult boy.
I don't know what'll become of him.
We have to find a solution.
Your father says that
because he's pissed off.
He doesn't really mean it.
Yeah.
Do you want to talk?
No.
I'm fine, thanks.
I just don't get it.
Someone must've moved the body
and cleaned it all up
while we were on our way back.
But why write innocents?
Maybe he disguised the blood
to make it look like a joke.
You don't think Marc
and the others did it?
Whoever did it
must've been nearby.
Do you think he saw us?
It's been a shitty night.
I need to rest, don't you?
Sorry.
It was Paul.
And you know it.
Nico.
Nico.
You're going to sleep forever.
Help!
YOUR SEARCH HAS OBTAINED
NO RESULHow are you?
Fine.
Listen, I've been thinking...
Did you notice the paint
in the vault?
Where are you going with this?
You know who used it
the other day?
Yes.
Paul and gazillions of people
who shop at Leroy Merlin.
The exhaust pipe noise
is the same as his van.
I'm convinced that Paul killed
whoever that person was.
That's why he got so mad
when you mentioned the map.
He made up the vacation alibi.
Besides, no missing person
has been reported.
And you?
Have you not located Paul?
No, his phone is off.
See?
Early this morning I went
to the undertaker's hut
and no key was missing
for any of the vaults.
Maybe someone who had
access to the enclosure
could've borrowed it
They could've made a copy
and returned it.
No, it's too complicated.
FOR THE ZOMBIES
Again. I've had it.
Every day is the same.
What's wrong? What does it say?
LEAVE THE DEAD ALONE
BEATRIZ MADOZ
Beatriz Madoz?
No way.
Did you tell anyone about Beatriz?
-Yeah, sure, my fan club.
-Only you know about it.
-And Paul.
-No, he'd never do that.
Well, then...
They're watching us.
Do you think we should stop?
It's what they want, isn't it?
What's that car?
I don't know, let's go.
-Who is it?
-I don't know, I've never seen it.
-Come, follow me.
-I'm coming.
This way.
What do you want?!
Did you get a look at his face?
No, but they clearly
don't like us much.
Right.
Good afternoon, Mortimers.
Where are you going?
Move or I'll run you over.
Fuck, check her out.
The Frog giving orders.
We're not going
until you apologize to Raquel.
I apologized to you in front of
your parents and the principal.
Yeah, you fucking freak,
but not to us.
She should apologize,
for being such a bad friend.
Shut up and kneel,
we don't have all day.
Stop, I don't like being recorded.
Fuck you.
Let's go.
No, hold this for me.
You idiot!
Okay, okay, okay.
Will you leave us alone now?
Anyone else?
Run!
Run, run, run!
C'mon, Gabi, go, go, go!
Raquel, come on, hold on here.
Hold on, run, run.
Thanks.
What the fuck was that?
Technically we could say that
Nico just saved your life.
Why were they after us?
I don't know,
but if I catch the fucker
who screwed up the wheels,
I'll beat his ass.
What's up with you guys?
Nothing.
-Did you eye each other?
-No way.
We could, though.
-Yeah, sure.
-No, it'll be worse.
You're being secretive.
What the fuck is going on?
I don't get it.
Why didn't you go to the police?
To report what?
We don't know who the dead man is
or where the corpse is.
Okay, but mentioned some jewels.
Where are they?
They're missing.
All we have is this bracelet.
I don't believe it.
They're chasing us over this shit.
For this?
And because they think
we know more than we do.
And now you too.
What are you saying?
So now because of you
some loonies are gonna be
on our ass 24/7?
You bet, ironies of life.
Thanks, idiots.
Now what are we meant to do?
You, I don't know.
We'll keep on investigating.
Who do you think you are,
the fucking FBI?
For now we're meeting
in the cemetery tonight
to go to Paul's workshop.
Whoever wants to come, come.
Anyone who shits their pants
can stay at home.
Are you still not going to
talk to me all night?
It would've been nice
if you'd asked me.
You would've said no.
Sure, because I don't want
them coming to my house.
Your house?
-This is a cemetery!
-No, it's my house.
Whatever.
Anyway,
I don't think they'll come.
Can't you see they're halfwits
who enjoying picking on people?
Hi, guys.
Is this the vault?
Nice, isn't it?
It's Paul's workshop.
It's suspicious, right?
No, speak for yourself.
He's innocent until proven guilty.
Tonight we'll find out.
Move it, dumb-ass,
we're getting soaked.
No offense, eh?
He thinks the door
will open with a card?
No.
Eh?
It's all I use my library card for.
You can tell. Let's go.
What are we looking for?
Clues, jewelry, a corpse.
The usual.
It's a stone-cutting saw,
He needs it for work.
It doesn't mean anything
Yeah, right.
A bit morbid, isn't it?
Morbid? Morbid how?
Hey, Stephen King,
one of the best
writers of the 20th century.
That doesn't make anyone
a killer.
But this does. Bingo.
On "True Crimes"
I saw how a guy killed his friend
with a buzzsaw like this.
He cut off his head
and his legs at the knees
so he'd fit in one like this.
How awful, I don't want
to see any corpses.
Then why are we here?
Ready?
Relax, I'm sure there's nobody inside.
-C'mon, open it up.
-No way.
If you're so sure,
why don't you open it?
Me?
Sure.
We can get traumatized,
but you see dead people
every day, don't you?
But fixed up
and in a flattering light.
Not chopped up like a chicken!
You said there's no one inside,
right, Mortimer?
Then go.
Go on.
Come on.
There's nothing, nothing.
What a bummer.
My God, what did
your parents do to you?
Well, Mrs. Guevara
saw me this week, right?
Yes, she was my neighbor.
She was always giving us
tomatoes from her garden. Why?
Because she's on the list.
That's Paul's notebook.
What does that mean?
What do you think?
I'm sure he was killed
like the others.
-Really?
-No,
I bet it's the list
of tombstone orders.
Mrs. Navarro's not on it.
I'm telling you,
Paul isn't a killer.
No, but he is a liar.
Why?
Because that's not his name.
No way.
Luis Ochoa.
That's why I found nothing
on the Internet.
He has a fake identity.
Luis Ochoa,
accused of the murder
of a waiter in Tarragona.
But after a brief stay in jail,
the judge had to release him
for lack of evidence.
Almost all the names
in Paul's notebook
are women in their 70s,
rich and childless.
Coincidence?
I don't think so.
Did we see a dead body?
Did we almost get run over?
And you just found out
that your only friend
is a phony ex-con
with a killer instinct.
Not bad for a Tuesday.
Tuesday's also the day
for cuffs on the neck.
Yeah, some things never change.
But hey.
Look who's here.
Mortimer.
Move it.
What are you doing?
Eh?
We were looking for you.
Oh, yeah?
-Any news?
-Any more threats?
More unidentified human remains?
More clues about my poor neighbor?
Something, anything?
Sorry to spoil your day,
but there are no new murders.
But we'll keep you posted.
-You'd better.
-Yeah, yeah.
Come on, let's go.
Thanks, Nico.
Wait for me.
It's like with cops.
They scare me more
when they're nice.
You no?
I liked it.
It's funny,
but since I've been here,
surrounded by the dead,
I have more lust for life than ever.
I don't know why
people spend their lives
trying to be cooler
than everyone else.
We all end up the same.
Are you afraid of dying?
What do you think?
All I have is my mother.
And she only has me.
But that's because you see death
as a loss, not as a process.
Oh, yeah.
What a nice message.
But the later, the better.
What about you?
Does nothing about death worry you?
Croaking without having done
what want to.
Take it easy.
You still have time to screw it up.
I think some people in life
float all the time.
And others, however much
they swim, they inevitably sink.
And you're one of those who...?
Who inevitably sink, of course.
What a drama queen!
But it's just the opposite.
That's why I admire you so much.
Me?
Why? For being a nerd
with no social life?
You're a fucking survivor.
I don't know if that's good or bad.
Oh, come on.
Anybody in your situation
would be depressed all day.
Hey, thanks.
And yet you haven't lost
your sense of humor
nor do you distrust people,
you're open to new things.
Well, you bug me with
your supernatural guff,
but in general
I think you're a great guy.
You're worth more
than you think.
You just need to believe it.
And if you fall on your ass?
Try again.
That'd look nice with
a Mr. Wonderful cup.
Right, come on.
I'm trying to cheer you up,
help me out here.
Sorry.
Some days I get up and,
despite my quirks,
I put up with myself.
But other days I hate myself.
You're talking to someone
who wore braces
and a Milwaukee corset
all through elementary school.
We all have insecurities.
The only way to overcome them
is to accept them, understand?
Otherwise, you'll never know
who you are.
What is it?
It's Beatriz.
She's trying to make contact.
Fuck.
What are you doing here?
Nice to see you too, eh?
How are you doing?
Good.
How long has it been?
Sure, a long time.
I came to give you this.
You came all this way
just to give it back to me?
Hey, don't freak out.
I think I found out
something on the case.
Look.
See the bracelet in your drawing?
Doesn't it look the same as this?
Is it the same?
Wait, what's the doctor's name?
Dr. Davila.
No, her first name.
Mercedes.
Mercedes Davila.
An M and a D.
All the clues point
in the same direction.
Paul chooses rich old ladies
and robs them.
Then he hides the loot
in the vault.
And using the phosphorescent marks,
his accomplices come at night...
They take the jewels and resell them.
What accomplices?
I don't know, it's just a hypothesis.
Well, I'll go on.
But Dr. Davila,
who cares about the old ladies,
investigates the matter
and finds the vault.
Then she catches Paul red-handed.
What are you doing here?
No, Paul,
I've caught you red-handed!
-I'll kill you!
-No, I'll kill you first!
A fight ensues...
And?
Wild!
That's when they lose the bracelet.
That's why the doctor
didn't answer your father's e-mail.
She was...
Dead.
Wow.
Yes, that was a given.
I was going to tell you this morning.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Dr. Dvila.
Heavy stuff!
Blah-blah, life is short.
The other day you gave us crap,
and today it's: What's life?.
A deep thought for you.
Thanks, man.
Hang on.
What about her husband?
Didn't he report her missing?
Didn't you hear? He kicked her
out of the house months ago.
-What?
-She got involved with the baker.
Please, can we focus?
The main thing now is to get out
and find the evidence.
Do you hear?
I bet the poor dog
hasn't eaten for days
All the chairs overturned
and Dr. Dvila's mailbox bursting.
A bad sign.
And the brush cutter abandoned.
As if she couldn't
finish her plans.
And the garage windows covered.
As if...
Was she photophobic?
What? My cousin is.
He's gets these crazy rashes.
I'm going.
You are? Going where?
No. It's a crime to trespass
on private property.
Are you coming or not?
Go on, man, go with her.
We'll keep watch.
All right, okay.
Yeah, move it.
Wait, Gabi!
I'll end up in jail because of you.
You're so over the top.
You'll go to a juvenile center.
Really?
But don't worry.
The doctor can't say anything
anymore, the poor lady.
C'mon, there's no one around.
Do you see anything?
Some cool sneakers.
Anything of use to us?
What are you doing here?
Would you rather I ask your father?
No, no, no.
We're here...
To give this back to you.
Yes, you must've lost it...
At the school.
-At the school.
-Yes.
It is yours, isn't it?
Yes.
Yes, thanks a lot.
Very kind of you.
By the way, I read
your father's message.
Tell him not to worry.
At your age I was just like you.
It's very hard to fight
those hormones, isn't it?
But how rude of me, please...
Let's go inside,
I'll get you a drink.
-No, we were just going.
-No.
At least to thank you
for being so thoughtful.
-They're waiting for us.
-For dinner.
-Dinner?
-Yes, dinner.
At five o'clock.
I'm getting them into French customs.
You speak Spanish very well.
My grandma was from Segovia.
Nice suckling pig there.
Well, we're leaving.
-We are, yes.
-Yes, goodbye.
Ciao.
Run, run, run.
Can you talk?
Dr. Dvila, really?
Alive and a murderer.
So?
Did Paul find out
they robbed old ladies,
and that's why they killed him?
Sure, that's why he had
the list in his notebook.
He was investigating it.
You mean the body
that Gabi and I saw that night
was Paul's?
I'm sorry.
A doctor can't go around
knocking people off.
They're paid to do the opposite, right?
Whoever wrote this was a doctor.
And he doesn't seem to
save many lives.
Did you know we can puke
after we're dead?
Where did you get it?
From your library, freak.
Where else?
-Don't you respect anything, or what?
-What what?
Please, let's focus.
We know it's Dr. Davila,
but we have no proof.
Hold on a moment.
The anonymous one.
What anonymous one?
Look.
Who is Beatriz Madoz?
The spirit that led us
to the jewels in the vault.
A spirit?
Nothing, they threatened us
to stop us from investigating.
Clearly, whoever wrote that
killed Paul.
Hold on, this can't be
from the doctor.
Why not?
Doctors' handwriting is illegible
and you can read this perfectly.
We'll have to check it out.
I've got it. We need
a prescription from her.
Nico, doesn't your mom have one
for Diazepam, Prozac or citalopran?
What's that?
Doesn't yours have a prescription?
No, mine drinks wine.
-White wine.
-No, red, red.
Hold on.
Where's she going?
What are you doing?
I came... for this.
Eye formers for corpses
with twin fixation spikes?
Yes.
Nico stuff, you know.
Well, ciao.
What do you guys think?
Do they look alike?
Maybe the curve of the D a bit...
No, they don't match.
So the doctor's not the killer.
And how did she lose the bracelet?
Maybe she didn't do it alone.
Maybe her accomplice wrote it.
But who?
Someone she trusts a lot.
And who can get into
and out of the cemetery.
No, no, impossible,
only my father controls access.
What?
My father is controlling,
cold and distant,
but he's not a killer.
Yes, but he has a crematorium
to make anything he wants disappear.
And loads of vaults
to hide whatever he wants.
Are you kidding?
No, my father couldn't kill anyone,
I know him very well.
I didn't want to say it
in front of the others,
but your dad had a wound on
his hand the night of the murder.
Yes, I saw.
But maybe it has
has nothing to do with it.
Do you hear something?
No, nothing.
No, Gabi. Gabi, stop.
What are you doing?
I took care of it personally.
Yes, it'll all be perfect.
Yes, I followed all the instructions.
No, no, that was an accident.
Yes, of course, I've got it all.
Obviously, the jewels too.
No, I thought I heard something.
My God, my God.
-Hurry. What do we do?
-I don't know.
-What do we do?
-I don't know!
Sorry.
-Look out! Rushing around like this!
-Sorry, sorry.
-Leave it, I'll do it.
-Okay.
-Right, see you soon.
-Ciao.
How do they look on me?
You look lovely.
Your father gave them to me
for our anniversary.
Congratulations.
Oh, three o'clock!
I'm already late to pick up
the new marble worker.
Wait, I'll come with you.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
A lift to school?
No, we're going by bike.
You guys go ahead.
Okay.
Don't be late.
How can human beings tell
between right and wrong?
Throughout history we've debated
about what we believe is right
and, of course, missing class
without a note is not.
That's why it's important
that we're faithful
to values such as integrity,
justice and solidarity.
-And those two?
-Where are they?
I don't know.
No fucking idea.
It's insane.
Your mother's an accomplice,
plus she puts on stolen jewels.
Right, I saw.
Look around there.
And be careful,
don't knock anything over.
Fuck, you're just like my mother.
Why would I knock anything over?
Everything in order.
And he's found
a substitute for Paul.
As if he's sure that
he's not coming back.
Right.
HAPPY DAY, DAD
I LOVE YOU
The same list that Paul had.
All cremated.
Don't you think it's weird?
Did you hear me?
WITH NICO, ONE OF THE HAPPIESDAYS OF MY LIFE
Did you find something?
I knew it.
The handwriting doesn't match.
It couldn't be him.
He bought the earrings.
But...
if your father's not the bad guy...
who is it?
Look out!
Rushing around like this!
Excuse me.
Was it Anton?
Clever kids.
Come on, give me that paper.
No.
The hard way will be worse.
Really?
You want to play? Fine.
Let's play.
Let's play!
Catch!
Looking for this?
You should've gone to school
instead of meddling
where you're not wanted!
Open up!
Go away, we're going to the police!
Open up, I said!
Go away!
Fine.
All right.
Fine.
Run, run!
Help me!
-Come here!
-Let her go!
Give me that paper!
Let her go! Let her go!
Give it to me!
Give it to me!
-Let go of her!
-Get off! Get off!
Okay, okay, okay.
Let's calm down a bit.
You think?
You're a murderer.
What? No, no, no.
I didn't kill anyone.
Liar! We know you bashed
Paul's head in.
That's why you threatened us.
Paul?
No way, no way. It was a vagrant.
True. He surprised us
when we went to get the jewels,
but I didn't kill anyone.
A vagrant.
Serafn?
If you didn't kill him, who did?
Was it the doctor?
You're in cahoots, aren't you?
So, what did you do with Paul?
Answer or I'll dissect you!
The same thing
I'm going to do to you!
Nico.
What's going on here?
Lucky you came.
I thought they were going to kill me.
-No, no, no.
-He wanted to kill us!
What? No, no, no!
I just told them to go to school
and they went crazy.
No, no, no!
Don't listen to him!
He killed Serafn
and maybe Paul too!
Yes!
Do you hear them?
Look, I don't want to butt in
where I'm not wanted.
But your son's
losing touch with reality.
-That's how it is!
-No, Dad, don't believe him.
Nico, what are you telling me?
Yes, he told me about
Beatriz Madoz's ghost.
Oh, my God.
That'll do, Nico. That'll do.
I don't want to hear another word.
Put that down.
I'm telling you the truth.
Put that down.
Mom.
Honey, your father and I
think you need help.
You're making a mistake,
but the police will deal with it.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.
Right.
By the way, Antn, this is Javier,
the new marble worker.
Antn Bermejo.
-Nice to meet you.
-Yes.
Antn, I'm very sorry.
It won't happen again.
In fact, I've just talked
to the school psychologist.
She says we must
teach him techniques
to learn to handle frustration.
Yes, I'm sure it's a phase.
Well...
So this would be
the thanatopraxy room.
They're punctured.
What a fool.
Now what do we do?
Fuck!
That's not it.
Have you ever driven before?
-Sure.
-Oh, okay.
I always win at GTA 7.
What?
Look out, look out!
Sorry.
Where are we meant to be going?
-The police station.
-But it's the other way.
Please, a little positivity.
-Okay, I'll shut up.
-Yes, shut up.
My God, he's behind us.
Really?
The kids know who we are.
Get rid of Paul and everything else
or we'll be in trouble.
Do they know about the old folks?
I don't know,
but I'm going after them.
I won't let them get away now.
You'd better not. I'm not letting
those brats ruin my life.
I have to go.
Keep me posted.
You've really had it now.
Jeez, jeez, jeez!
Car, car, car, car, car!
What do I do, Nico?
I don't know what to do.
You're not moving from there.
I'll come and pick you up.
Have you got them?
Almost.
Nico.
Nico, can you hear me?
Are you okay?
Nico.
Nico.
Nico, wake up!
I'm sorry.
What the...?
What have I done?
It's incredible how much you cuss.
You're alive?
Well, I've had better days, but...
I'm breathing.
God, I can't believe it.
Jeez!
He was here the whole time?
I don't think he's hurt bad.
That's not funny.
It's a corpse to cremate,
not an Amazon package.
The main thing is,
we gave the killers the slip.
Hide.
Fuck! That's bad!
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
What a crash! Are you okay?
Yes. How did you find us?
Following the Mortimer breath.
Don't listen to him.
Your mother called me
asking for you.
She asked us to look for you.
We have news.
You're going to freak.
We set up surveillance
in front of the doctor's house.
We thought we should go
to your geeky dad, but no.
-Suddenly a car pulled up.
-The one that chased us.
The funeral home guy got out.
Antn, right?
Yes, the sad one.
They argued about something.
For whatever reason,
he gave in and left.
He grabbed a bag.
We didn't see what he had,
but when he left,
they dumped this.
-Morphine.
-What do they want it for?
It helps with pain.
But if you overdo it...
We also found this.
A last will and testament
signed by Mrs. Peralta.
Guess to whom she leaves
most of her assets.
-To Dr. Davila.
-Bingo!
This is even worse.
They don't rob the dead,
they kill them
with morphine to rob them.
Did they do that
to poor Mrs. Guevara?
Unbelievable. The bastards.
We have to go to the police
to report all this right now.
Yes.
But first I'm taking a piss.
Then give me a summary, okay?
This girl...?
How come nobody realized
she was killing
those old ladies with morphine?
She's a doctor, right?
She can say it's natural causes
and no one will doubt her.
Sure.
That's why she needed
the coroner's help.
To convince the families
to cremate them.
So there's no autopsy.
All this for some jewels?
Some family doctor, huh?
We don't know how long
they've been doing it.
They won't see these again.
It's the bag from the vault.
They hid it in the garden.
Goddamn brats.
But they didn't count on us.
There they are.
Hurry, hurry.
Everyone in the car.
Everyone in the car. Raquel!
Raquel, we're going!
Who's this dude?
It's just a dead guy.
Just?!
Go, go, go!
-I can't.
-What do you mean?
The wheels are stuck.
Let's go.
Fuck!
Hurry, hurry, she's got a gun!
It's touching me! Gross!
Sofa, will you shut up?!
Look out, look out!
Go, get closer.
Don't lose them.
-Stick him inside!
-No, no, no!
Sofa, enough!
Shut your eyes... and your mouth!
Shut up!
Who's driving that car?
A girl. And she's doing
much better than you.
Get off the field!
Get off the field now!
Step on it, Gabi!
Foot to the floor!
You're useless.
Come on, get closer!
They're shooting at us!
They're shooting at us!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
-We're going to die!
-Of course we are!
What?
But not today!
Hold on!
Don't move so much!
Run, run, run!
Christ! Are you okay?
Yeah, fuck.
To the cemetery!
They won't find us there!
Move it, go on. Move it!
Nicols Mortimer
and Gabrielle Barrois.
-What?
-Barrois. "Barrois".
Gabriel is a friend of your son?
A female friend.
It's Gabrielle with two I's
and it end in an e.
How uninformed.
Here!
Please, stop! Please!
Did you hear that?
It's a crow, don't worry.
Why don't you turn on
the flashlight?
No need.
I know this cemetery off by heart.
If we split up
it'll be harder to find us.
Are you insane?
No way I'm going alone.
Okay, you with me, Sofa.
Marc, with Gabi.
Yes, just what I was about to say.
You're making it very hard
for me, guys.
Kids, I just want the jewels.
I won't hurt you.
I know where you are.
I can smell you.
Nico, where are the others?
Look, Sofia, take it easy.
Okay? They'll be fine.
Run, run!
Where's the doctor?
I have to get out of here.
I want to go home.
Sofia, shut up, please.
Shut your mouth.
-Listen, it's all clear.
-This way too.
Guys, it's important that
you follow my instructions now.
Very important. On three,
we all run that way.
Okay. One, two...!
-Run! -Run!
-Go, go, go!
And three.
Look who we have here.
Nico!
Freeze right there.
Freeze, or I'll change
your face with the shovel.
Are you giving me the bag
or forcing me to shoot you?
Nico!
Nico, give him the bag!
No.
No?
Are you crazy, Nico?
Stay away!
Hey!
Watch out!
Go on.
Go on, shoot.
Go on.
I'm a Mortimer.
We Mortimers
have no fear of death.
You asked for it.
No!
Nico!
Nico!
You fired the sixth bullet.
Doctor Psychopath!
Give me the bag!
Give it to me!
Give me the bag!
Halt, Guardia Civil!
Throw down the bag
and let the boy go! Let's go!
Nico!
Antn, I have nothing
to do with this.
Yeah, sure!
Sebas, Marisa,
he forced me do it.
-What? No! No!
-He forced me.
No! No!
No way, it was her.
She wanted to kill the kids!
Get out of my sight.
Hey, lad!
This isn't the end of it.
Enjoy prison, champ.
If you hadn't told the police,
we'd be goners.
It's the least I could do.
Nico, I'm sorry for being
such an asshole this past year.
You needed some new friends, right?
You told me.
I just wanted to be
as cool as them
and so I thought
I couldn't be your friend.
I was wrong.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
It's fine.
Will you be able to forgive me?
That's what good friends do, right?
-Nico!
-Are you okay?
They've found Paul.
In Dr. Dvila's house.
He's alive.
No, there's no doubt.
It's Serafn, the town beggar.
Proceed.
Honey, you have to tell us
everything that happens to you.
We didn't know about Raquel.
I tried to tell you many times,
but you don't listen to me.
Besides, I didn't want you to know
that I was a difficult child too.
Gee.
Son, being your father doesn't mean
I can't be an idiot too.
I don't know.
Sometimes I get the feeling
you'd like me to be different.
What are you saying, honey?
You're wonderful.
To me you're perfect.
Nico, we're very proud of you.
Even if we don't tell you.
But I promise, from now on
I'll try to do much better.
Come here, come on.
Paul.
Careful, lad, I'm still recovering.
How did you do it?
Antn gave me up for dead
and had no time to shoot me up
with morphine, otherwise...
By the way, did you hear?
It seems that Dr. Dvila
has a long string
of victims behind her.
And they say the first
was her grandmother.
Her grandmother?
Beatriz Madoz.
That's wild.
We thought you were angry with us.
No way.
I reacted like that
because I was scared
that Antn would hurt you
if you kept investigating.
Thank you.
Well...
I won't keep you any longer,
I don't want to miss the bus.
Have a good trip.
You must be happy.
You got your friend back.
Right.
I'm sorry the exchange
ended like this.
Like what? It's the most exciting
thing to happen to me
since Bad Bunny signed my boob.
You're a terrible liar.
Okay, he didn't sign my boob.
But...
I'm really going to miss you.
When you get to France
and your friends,
you will forget about all this.
Relax, I think I'm allowed
some PTSD.
But the next time someone
appears to me in a dream,
I'll be prepared.
Sure, sure.
Well...
Dear Mortimer,
we'll be friends forever.
Especially now that
I'm no longer afraid
that my atoms will merge
with the universe.
You've helped me a lot.
Believe it or not.
Gabi!
We have to go.
See you in Toulouse.
Trs bien, bon voyage.
Thank you.
Help!
THE MORTIMERS
WELCOME, GABRIEL
THE MORTIMERS
Hi, are you okay?
No, no, thank you.
I'm Gabrielle.
Welcome, Gabriel.
How nice!
We'll treat you
with great respect here.
We're a very modern family.
We don't judge.
No, no, no. I'm a girl.
It's "Gabrielle."
Two 'I's and it ends with an 'e'.
Ah!
The agency told us "Gabriel".
Oh, right.
Well, you can call me Gabi.
You're Nico, right?
Nice to meet you.
Hello.
No sharing a room.
Well, let's go.
The car's nearby.
You'll see, you'll adapt in no time.
It's a very quiet town.
And you'll make
lots of friends at school.
I can't wait to start.
You speak Spanish very well.
I wish Nico spoke French as well.
My grandma was from Segovia
and every summer...
The first time is always a shock.
But she's a lovely saloon car.
We have a normal car, eh?
But it's at the garage.
That's cool.
It's different.
It's so roomy you can even
use it for camping.
We just put a mattress in there.
But we disinfect it
after every service.
Mom, watch the road.
Service?
That's when we transport...
I get that it may creep you out.
No, no way.
Besides, it's perfect
for going to Ikea.
You're going to fit in
very well in this family.
Mom...
No less than three generations
of Mortimers have grown up here.
Gabi, welcome to our Maison.
We'd planned for you
to sleep with Nico,
but we thought you should sleep
in the living room.
What do you think?
Fuck.
What did he say, son?
She loves it.
It's beautiful.
And the sofa's very comfy, you'll see.
Your father loved it.
He loved it so much that
he took his last breath here.
Didn't he, Dad?
In summer he's here with us,
but in winter he prefers the vault.
Oh, sure.
Don't worry, he won't come out.
Great.
It's pretty big, isn't it?
She loves it.
And these trophies?
Are they yours, Nico?
No, they're mine.
First prize for best
corpse reconstruction
and third prize
for best postmortem styling.
No other like it in the whole valley.
But wait, we haven't shown you
the best part.
Here you have the best views.
Would you like to see it?
Don't you feel weird
surrounded by the dead all day?
Why?
It calms me down.
The dead listen to you
and don't sour your existence.
Fuck, I thought my life sucked,
but now I see that you win.
Look, Paul.
This is Gabi,
the French exchange girl.
-Oh, girl?
-Girl, yes.
Charmed, miss.
How's the world of the living?
How is it with pater?
Well, he still thinks I'm a kid.
They don't believe in me.
What? Your parents adore you.
Gabi, will you hand me
that brush there, please?
You should tell them
what happened to you at school.
No way,
so they think I'm a jerk?
You have to stand up to bullies.
Bullies?
Who do they bully?
Uh... a cousin of mine.
But a distant one.
Well, I know female self-defense.
If you want, I can teach you.
Or not.
What are you doing?
Are you a painter?
No, I'm a marble worker.
I restore the stone.
Rain and wind erode it
until it practically turns to dust,
as our bones do.
What a cheery job.
Well yes, very.
Careful, don't get it on you.
Cemeteries hide incredible stories
that don't appear in books.
You don't believe me?
Yeah, yeah.
Stories like that of Beatriz Madoz.
I haven't told you that one,
have I, Nico?
Beatriz Madoz was
a rich woman in town.
Very rich.
She had lots of jewelry.
She apparently died of a heart attack.
The terrible thing is that when
buried her, she wasn't dead
but in a coma.
They say that that very night
they began to hear
heartrending screams,
screams coming from the fresh grave.
Nobody can hear me!
I need help!
Help!
When they opened the coffin,
the lid was full of scratches,
Beatriz's skinned fingers
and her expression
disfigured by terror.
They say that since then,
on full moon nights,
the trees in the cemetery shake,
strangely, with no wind,
and that more than once
various people have felt
an eerie presence following them.
It was Beatriz,
who, whispering, pleaded:
Please, someone help me.
I was murdered.
You looked like a smart guy
and it turns out you believe in ghosts.
Excuse me, there are hundreds of
phenomena that we can't explain
because our mind is too limited.
Sure, if you believe that
the dead can talk, of course.
Look, the dead talk
just as much as the living.
I love that you guys have
connected so well.
It's incredible.
I don't understand why
they all wanted to be cremated.
Because it's cheaper.
Let's see if you like it, Gabi.
Kidneys in sherry.
It's typically Spanish.
Sure, but cremations
are double what they were last year.
Does it seem normal to you?
No.
Honey, think positive.
We can pay off the crematorium.
Remember how expensive
it was to reconstruct
Don Alfredo's skull.
-He didn't even have eyes.
-Right.
Your plate.
But the family insisted...
Well, maybe we could talk
about something else.
Tomorrow you're going to school.
You'll be looking forward
to meeting Nico's friends.
Gabi, Gabi, look out!
What?
Nothing, no, nothing.
I'm fine. I don't want to look
gross in front of your friends.
Hello, Raquel.
Look at this dumb-ass.
To me!
Eh!
Watch it!
What's she saying?
I don't understand you, girl.
There's nothing like travel
to realize that
there are assholes everywhere.
Good morning. Listen to me.
I want to present
the new exchange student.
Her name's Gabi
and she's from Toulouse.
I hope you welcome her
with the warmth she deserves.
Hi, nice to meet you.
Tough audience.
And to get into the subject,
you'll convert these sentences
into the past
using the verb avoir.
You have half an hour.
It's like this every day.
That's Marc.
He only thinks about skateboarding.
He's mad at the world
and takes it out on others.
You know his aunt was run over
by a cow and died?
The family wanted to bury her
in her favorite dress,
but my mom surprised them
with some purple ruffles
that matched her hair.
A hit.
Sofia.
Graffiti artist, addicted to
energy drinks, no tact.
Last year we incinerated
her grandmother.
They forgot to tell us
that she had a pacemaker
and she almost blew up
the crematorium.
And the other one?
That's Raquel.
We used to be friends.
What happened?
She started act aloof.
Since she's hung out with them,
I don't recognize her.
Her great-uncle
was killed by bees.
My mother had to reconstruct
his whole face.
That's how she won first prize.
Those three make my life miserable.
SO YOU GET RID OF
THAT MORTIMER BREATH
I'm shaking.
What was I supposed to do?
They were picking on you.
In this school it's better
to go unnoticed.
Of course we're talking about
the best rest for your relative.
Needless to say, this decision
is up to you.
I'm only here to advise you.
-Who's that?
-Antn, my father's assistant.
A sad sack.
Hey, working here...
The difference is remarkable.
Look, I shouldn't tell you this,
but without a doubt,
I'd recommend cremation.
But, as we've discussed,
it's a decision that, obviously,
you must make yourselves.
My sympathies.
-Good day to you.
-Hello.
Do you want to see a corpse?
I'd rather have a snack.
Where are you going?
What are you doing here?
How often have I told you
I don't want you near this room
while I'm preparing the bodies?
But I'm sick of seeing them
at the wake.
Properly prepared,
Nico, not like this.
Mrs. Navarro deserves respect.
Paul says that this society
would be less infantilized
if it looked death in the face.
Here we go...
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul.
No, Nico, no.
It's too soon, you're too young.
I'm not a kid.
He still cries
at the end of Frozen.
Me?
So do I.
You don't want to grow up so fast.
Go on, go and play.
On full moon nights,
the trees in the cemetery
shake strangely with no wind
and you can hear Beatriz's whispers.
Nico, help me.
Help me.
Look, the dead are in
a dimension close to ours,
but they can't continue their journey
because they have unresolved issues.
Dead with unresolved issues?
The good thing about death
is you can ignore everything.
Okay, I see you don't care.
Yes!
It's here.
What are we meant to do now?
Ask the Ouija board?
Repeat her name three times
in front of a mirror?
Wait.
And turn off the flashlight.
I read that it's easier
if we make our minds blank
to stimulate the perception
of uncommon realities.
Okie-dokie.
Close your eyes.
Wait.
Wait. I sense...
I sense some kind of energy.
Yes. Me too.
It's...
It's like a subtle glow.
Yeah, yeah.
-Do you notice it too?
-Yes.
It's my flashlight.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
You're having fun, huh?
I signed up for this exchange
thinking I could make friends,
but I see I can't.
-We're friends.
-No, you're not my friend.
You're like the others.
You just want to laugh at me.
Sorry, I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry.
What?
Murderers!
Help me!
Help!
Silence!
Murderers!
Who is it?
Beatriz Madoz.
She's trying to make contact.
Ah, no. It's just Serafn.
He's the town bum.
He's harmless.
Shall we go?
Yeah, we'd better.
Okay, it was Serafn...
But the trees shaking by themselves?
-The wind?
-Right, wind with no sound.
Yeah, it was climate change.
Yeah, sure, that's so scientific.
What about the whispers?
I guess we were victims
of autosuggestion.
No.
Both of us at the same time
is impossible.
I bet it was the spirit
Paul told us about.
Look, Nico, spirits don't exist.
But my mother does.
And I have to answer
so we can keep pretending
that everything is fine.
Sure, like your room, huh?
Good night.
Okay, good night.
Guys, today I didn't come
to vaccinate you
or write any prescriptions.
I'm here today to talk
about mental health.
It's the psychological
and emotional well-being
that everyone has,
every human being.
If that well-being fails,
we say we have
poor mental health.
They're five green signs
pointing to five graves.
And what does that mean?
It's a code.
Sure, from the dead lady.
I'm sure the signs lead somewhere,
but I don't know where.
Let's see, if you were a dead guy
trying to solve his case,
wouldn't you try to communicate
in a simpler way?
Well, I happen to have proof.
I took a photo with my phone.
-Seriously?
-Yeah.
Look.
I don't see any sign.
What do you mean, you don't?
Jeez!
Nico, please.
Sorry.
I swear they were there
when I took the photo.
They were impressive.
Now that's impressive.
Look.
What have you got there, zombies?
Give it to me.
Fucking give it to me.
Ole!
Sound familiar? Hey, please...
Guys, a little respect.
It smells like a corpse, too.
Hey, please.
Hey, puh-lease!
I thought he was a fag.
Now it turns out
he's into French chicks.
All he can do is cry.
Like when we put him
in the dumpster.
Will you leave him alone?
Come on.
Now girls are sticking up for him.
Sure.
He's a fucking freak,
like the rest of his family.
I hate you! I hate you!
I hate you! I hate you!
Why? Why are you like this?
Okay, okay, okay.
Nico, Nico. Take it easy.
Are you okay?
Nico, this is the last time,
you hear me?
The last time the school calls us.
Don't you know
you could get expelled?
Don't you say you're grown up?
How embarrassing, please!
In front of everybody.
How could you hit
your best friend?
Well, best friend...
-Is this how we raised you?
-Not as far as I know.
No, but I didn't start it.
-And it's not my fault.
-Ah, it's not your fault.
Whose fault is it? Mine.
-Maybe it's mine.
-No, anyone's but his.
No, but if you let me explain...
He always has to have the last word.
Does anything justify
what he's done?
You're not listening to me!
It's over.
It's over.
From now on,
no cellphone for you.
And of course, you're both
grounded until further notice.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Or... yes?
Yes. You.
I'll talk to your mother right now.
Did they give you a hard time?
I convinced her to not
send me back home.
Just as well.
Paul!
I wish my father was like him.
You've idealized him.
If he was your father,
you'd give him grief.
Not at all.
He never judges me or yells at me.
He really understands me.
Now that I think about it,
why not ask him about the map?
He may clear it up for us.
Good idea.
Paul!
Remember the woman
who was buried alive?
Yes.
-She spoke to us last night.
-She didn't talk to us.
She did in her own way.
Look.
I still have to work it out.
But do you think she was killed
for money?
Or it's this cemetery,
weird stuff is going on.
You know what I think?
These symbols are a message
in code to find her killer.
Can't you see I'm busy?
I don't have time right now
for your detective bullshit.
This is a cemetery,
not a schoolyard.
Listen to me.
If I see you here again
wasting our time
or other people's,
I'll tell your father.
Is that clear?
Please don't say anything.
Yes, it's the most adhesive
restorative make-up.
Ideal for decomposing skins.
Has it undergone saponification?
Right.
Eat some fruit.
Yes, it mitigates putrefaction.
But with bodies in water
it doesn't work the same.
Because wet skin peels off
from the bone very easily.
And if we're talking about
cadaveric wax as well...
No, it won't work.
That's too bad.
I had a nightmare last night.
No wonder.
No, I'm serious.
Nico...
Help me.
I woke up here.
At exactly 5:00 a.m.
in front of that clock.
I don't think I get it.
But it's so clear.
It was Beatriz giving me the key.
The inverted V is a 5
in Roman numerals.
Let's see.
If you count five tombs
from each tomb
where we see a five,
they all lead to the same place.
The vault of Manuela Duarte.
Manuela Duarte?
What does Manuela
have to do with Beatriz?
That's what we have to find out.
Find out what?
Nothing.
By the way,
I've written to Dr. Dvila
to apologize for your behavior
and she hasn't replied.
She must be furious.
She won't invite us to
her Christmas party this year.
This guy is an idiot.
Your friend Paul.
He's taking a vacation.
As if the rest of us weren't
sick of working.
-What now?
-I don't know.
No, neither do I.
Go on, off to school.
Hey, do you think Paul left
because he's mad at us?
Yes, he must've left
because of your father,
who's exploiting him.
Hey, a bit of respect.
My father is Spain's
top funeral parlor owner.
Okay, okay.
Please.
It's here.
-That's weird.
-What?
There's something there.
What are you doing?
Stop!
Look at this.
M.D.
M.D.?
What could those initials be?
Oh, okay, sure.
-Well, mystery solved, let's go.
-No, wait.
Manuela Duarte died in 1917.
The bracelet is too new.
Shit.
You're right.
Tonight.
It reeks of gym class
mixed with a lunch menu.
Me first.
Man, that's so cringe.
-But it looks just like your room.
-No.
I don't like it. It's dark
and there are weird noises.
It's a vault, what do you expect?
I'm here.
-Oh, oh!
-What?
I stepped on something.
A bag?
Careful.
What's wrong?
It could be a bomb.
To kill who?
Okay, open it.
Jewelry.
I knew there was something in here.
I'm sure Beatriz kept it here
before she was murdered.
You have blood on you.
Me?
But... I'm not bleeding.
I'm not, am I?
Eh?
What's wrong?
-There's a dead man.
-I see him.
-There's a dead man.
-I see him!
-Don't yell at me!
-You're yelling at me too!
What do we do?
I don't know about you,
but I'm running!
Shit!
We have to call the police!
You're kidding!
My parents will kill me.
-What?
-We're meant to be grounded.
And we've broken all the rules!
All of them!
We saw a fucking dead guy.
We can't just pretend it's nothing.
Why not?
This is a cemetery, isn't it?
But his head was bashed in!
He was murdered!
What's going on?
What did you do to your hand?
Nothing, a stupid cut
with the dissection tools.
Does that noise ring a bell?
Paul's van.
-Right, where is it?
-There, behind the altar.
Nico, there's nothing here.
Nothing there?
No, no, I swear it was there.
Nico.
Yes, really,
you have to believe me.
INNOCENTS
My God.
Why would they so
something so macabre?
I don't know, but this
isn't good for Paul.
But they get along great.
I don't know what
your problem is with Paul now.
He spends all day with him
in the cemetery, Marisa.
Listening to his ghost stories
and his bullshit.
He doesn't talk to anyone else.
He has character problems.
That's why he has no friends.
He's a difficult boy.
I don't know what'll become of him.
We have to find a solution.
Your father says that
because he's pissed off.
He doesn't really mean it.
Yeah.
Do you want to talk?
No.
I'm fine, thanks.
I just don't get it.
Someone must've moved the body
and cleaned it all up
while we were on our way back.
But why write innocents?
Maybe he disguised the blood
to make it look like a joke.
You don't think Marc
and the others did it?
Whoever did it
must've been nearby.
Do you think he saw us?
It's been a shitty night.
I need to rest, don't you?
Sorry.
It was Paul.
And you know it.
Nico.
Nico.
You're going to sleep forever.
Help!
YOUR SEARCH HAS OBTAINED
NO RESULHow are you?
Fine.
Listen, I've been thinking...
Did you notice the paint
in the vault?
Where are you going with this?
You know who used it
the other day?
Yes.
Paul and gazillions of people
who shop at Leroy Merlin.
The exhaust pipe noise
is the same as his van.
I'm convinced that Paul killed
whoever that person was.
That's why he got so mad
when you mentioned the map.
He made up the vacation alibi.
Besides, no missing person
has been reported.
And you?
Have you not located Paul?
No, his phone is off.
See?
Early this morning I went
to the undertaker's hut
and no key was missing
for any of the vaults.
Maybe someone who had
access to the enclosure
could've borrowed it
They could've made a copy
and returned it.
No, it's too complicated.
FOR THE ZOMBIES
Again. I've had it.
Every day is the same.
What's wrong? What does it say?
LEAVE THE DEAD ALONE
BEATRIZ MADOZ
Beatriz Madoz?
No way.
Did you tell anyone about Beatriz?
-Yeah, sure, my fan club.
-Only you know about it.
-And Paul.
-No, he'd never do that.
Well, then...
They're watching us.
Do you think we should stop?
It's what they want, isn't it?
What's that car?
I don't know, let's go.
-Who is it?
-I don't know, I've never seen it.
-Come, follow me.
-I'm coming.
This way.
What do you want?!
Did you get a look at his face?
No, but they clearly
don't like us much.
Right.
Good afternoon, Mortimers.
Where are you going?
Move or I'll run you over.
Fuck, check her out.
The Frog giving orders.
We're not going
until you apologize to Raquel.
I apologized to you in front of
your parents and the principal.
Yeah, you fucking freak,
but not to us.
She should apologize,
for being such a bad friend.
Shut up and kneel,
we don't have all day.
Stop, I don't like being recorded.
Fuck you.
Let's go.
No, hold this for me.
You idiot!
Okay, okay, okay.
Will you leave us alone now?
Anyone else?
Run!
Run, run, run!
C'mon, Gabi, go, go, go!
Raquel, come on, hold on here.
Hold on, run, run.
Thanks.
What the fuck was that?
Technically we could say that
Nico just saved your life.
Why were they after us?
I don't know,
but if I catch the fucker
who screwed up the wheels,
I'll beat his ass.
What's up with you guys?
Nothing.
-Did you eye each other?
-No way.
We could, though.
-Yeah, sure.
-No, it'll be worse.
You're being secretive.
What the fuck is going on?
I don't get it.
Why didn't you go to the police?
To report what?
We don't know who the dead man is
or where the corpse is.
Okay, but mentioned some jewels.
Where are they?
They're missing.
All we have is this bracelet.
I don't believe it.
They're chasing us over this shit.
For this?
And because they think
we know more than we do.
And now you too.
What are you saying?
So now because of you
some loonies are gonna be
on our ass 24/7?
You bet, ironies of life.
Thanks, idiots.
Now what are we meant to do?
You, I don't know.
We'll keep on investigating.
Who do you think you are,
the fucking FBI?
For now we're meeting
in the cemetery tonight
to go to Paul's workshop.
Whoever wants to come, come.
Anyone who shits their pants
can stay at home.
Are you still not going to
talk to me all night?
It would've been nice
if you'd asked me.
You would've said no.
Sure, because I don't want
them coming to my house.
Your house?
-This is a cemetery!
-No, it's my house.
Whatever.
Anyway,
I don't think they'll come.
Can't you see they're halfwits
who enjoying picking on people?
Hi, guys.
Is this the vault?
Nice, isn't it?
It's Paul's workshop.
It's suspicious, right?
No, speak for yourself.
He's innocent until proven guilty.
Tonight we'll find out.
Move it, dumb-ass,
we're getting soaked.
No offense, eh?
He thinks the door
will open with a card?
No.
Eh?
It's all I use my library card for.
You can tell. Let's go.
What are we looking for?
Clues, jewelry, a corpse.
The usual.
It's a stone-cutting saw,
He needs it for work.
It doesn't mean anything
Yeah, right.
A bit morbid, isn't it?
Morbid? Morbid how?
Hey, Stephen King,
one of the best
writers of the 20th century.
That doesn't make anyone
a killer.
But this does. Bingo.
On "True Crimes"
I saw how a guy killed his friend
with a buzzsaw like this.
He cut off his head
and his legs at the knees
so he'd fit in one like this.
How awful, I don't want
to see any corpses.
Then why are we here?
Ready?
Relax, I'm sure there's nobody inside.
-C'mon, open it up.
-No way.
If you're so sure,
why don't you open it?
Me?
Sure.
We can get traumatized,
but you see dead people
every day, don't you?
But fixed up
and in a flattering light.
Not chopped up like a chicken!
You said there's no one inside,
right, Mortimer?
Then go.
Go on.
Come on.
There's nothing, nothing.
What a bummer.
My God, what did
your parents do to you?
Well, Mrs. Guevara
saw me this week, right?
Yes, she was my neighbor.
She was always giving us
tomatoes from her garden. Why?
Because she's on the list.
That's Paul's notebook.
What does that mean?
What do you think?
I'm sure he was killed
like the others.
-Really?
-No,
I bet it's the list
of tombstone orders.
Mrs. Navarro's not on it.
I'm telling you,
Paul isn't a killer.
No, but he is a liar.
Why?
Because that's not his name.
No way.
Luis Ochoa.
That's why I found nothing
on the Internet.
He has a fake identity.
Luis Ochoa,
accused of the murder
of a waiter in Tarragona.
But after a brief stay in jail,
the judge had to release him
for lack of evidence.
Almost all the names
in Paul's notebook
are women in their 70s,
rich and childless.
Coincidence?
I don't think so.
Did we see a dead body?
Did we almost get run over?
And you just found out
that your only friend
is a phony ex-con
with a killer instinct.
Not bad for a Tuesday.
Tuesday's also the day
for cuffs on the neck.
Yeah, some things never change.
But hey.
Look who's here.
Mortimer.
Move it.
What are you doing?
Eh?
We were looking for you.
Oh, yeah?
-Any news?
-Any more threats?
More unidentified human remains?
More clues about my poor neighbor?
Something, anything?
Sorry to spoil your day,
but there are no new murders.
But we'll keep you posted.
-You'd better.
-Yeah, yeah.
Come on, let's go.
Thanks, Nico.
Wait for me.
It's like with cops.
They scare me more
when they're nice.
You no?
I liked it.
It's funny,
but since I've been here,
surrounded by the dead,
I have more lust for life than ever.
I don't know why
people spend their lives
trying to be cooler
than everyone else.
We all end up the same.
Are you afraid of dying?
What do you think?
All I have is my mother.
And she only has me.
But that's because you see death
as a loss, not as a process.
Oh, yeah.
What a nice message.
But the later, the better.
What about you?
Does nothing about death worry you?
Croaking without having done
what want to.
Take it easy.
You still have time to screw it up.
I think some people in life
float all the time.
And others, however much
they swim, they inevitably sink.
And you're one of those who...?
Who inevitably sink, of course.
What a drama queen!
But it's just the opposite.
That's why I admire you so much.
Me?
Why? For being a nerd
with no social life?
You're a fucking survivor.
I don't know if that's good or bad.
Oh, come on.
Anybody in your situation
would be depressed all day.
Hey, thanks.
And yet you haven't lost
your sense of humor
nor do you distrust people,
you're open to new things.
Well, you bug me with
your supernatural guff,
but in general
I think you're a great guy.
You're worth more
than you think.
You just need to believe it.
And if you fall on your ass?
Try again.
That'd look nice with
a Mr. Wonderful cup.
Right, come on.
I'm trying to cheer you up,
help me out here.
Sorry.
Some days I get up and,
despite my quirks,
I put up with myself.
But other days I hate myself.
You're talking to someone
who wore braces
and a Milwaukee corset
all through elementary school.
We all have insecurities.
The only way to overcome them
is to accept them, understand?
Otherwise, you'll never know
who you are.
What is it?
It's Beatriz.
She's trying to make contact.
Fuck.
What are you doing here?
Nice to see you too, eh?
How are you doing?
Good.
How long has it been?
Sure, a long time.
I came to give you this.
You came all this way
just to give it back to me?
Hey, don't freak out.
I think I found out
something on the case.
Look.
See the bracelet in your drawing?
Doesn't it look the same as this?
Is it the same?
Wait, what's the doctor's name?
Dr. Davila.
No, her first name.
Mercedes.
Mercedes Davila.
An M and a D.
All the clues point
in the same direction.
Paul chooses rich old ladies
and robs them.
Then he hides the loot
in the vault.
And using the phosphorescent marks,
his accomplices come at night...
They take the jewels and resell them.
What accomplices?
I don't know, it's just a hypothesis.
Well, I'll go on.
But Dr. Davila,
who cares about the old ladies,
investigates the matter
and finds the vault.
Then she catches Paul red-handed.
What are you doing here?
No, Paul,
I've caught you red-handed!
-I'll kill you!
-No, I'll kill you first!
A fight ensues...
And?
Wild!
That's when they lose the bracelet.
That's why the doctor
didn't answer your father's e-mail.
She was...
Dead.
Wow.
Yes, that was a given.
I was going to tell you this morning.
Yeah, yeah, sure.
Dr. Dvila.
Heavy stuff!
Blah-blah, life is short.
The other day you gave us crap,
and today it's: What's life?.
A deep thought for you.
Thanks, man.
Hang on.
What about her husband?
Didn't he report her missing?
Didn't you hear? He kicked her
out of the house months ago.
-What?
-She got involved with the baker.
Please, can we focus?
The main thing now is to get out
and find the evidence.
Do you hear?
I bet the poor dog
hasn't eaten for days
All the chairs overturned
and Dr. Dvila's mailbox bursting.
A bad sign.
And the brush cutter abandoned.
As if she couldn't
finish her plans.
And the garage windows covered.
As if...
Was she photophobic?
What? My cousin is.
He's gets these crazy rashes.
I'm going.
You are? Going where?
No. It's a crime to trespass
on private property.
Are you coming or not?
Go on, man, go with her.
We'll keep watch.
All right, okay.
Yeah, move it.
Wait, Gabi!
I'll end up in jail because of you.
You're so over the top.
You'll go to a juvenile center.
Really?
But don't worry.
The doctor can't say anything
anymore, the poor lady.
C'mon, there's no one around.
Do you see anything?
Some cool sneakers.
Anything of use to us?
What are you doing here?
Would you rather I ask your father?
No, no, no.
We're here...
To give this back to you.
Yes, you must've lost it...
At the school.
-At the school.
-Yes.
It is yours, isn't it?
Yes.
Yes, thanks a lot.
Very kind of you.
By the way, I read
your father's message.
Tell him not to worry.
At your age I was just like you.
It's very hard to fight
those hormones, isn't it?
But how rude of me, please...
Let's go inside,
I'll get you a drink.
-No, we were just going.
-No.
At least to thank you
for being so thoughtful.
-They're waiting for us.
-For dinner.
-Dinner?
-Yes, dinner.
At five o'clock.
I'm getting them into French customs.
You speak Spanish very well.
My grandma was from Segovia.
Nice suckling pig there.
Well, we're leaving.
-We are, yes.
-Yes, goodbye.
Ciao.
Run, run, run.
Can you talk?
Dr. Dvila, really?
Alive and a murderer.
So?
Did Paul find out
they robbed old ladies,
and that's why they killed him?
Sure, that's why he had
the list in his notebook.
He was investigating it.
You mean the body
that Gabi and I saw that night
was Paul's?
I'm sorry.
A doctor can't go around
knocking people off.
They're paid to do the opposite, right?
Whoever wrote this was a doctor.
And he doesn't seem to
save many lives.
Did you know we can puke
after we're dead?
Where did you get it?
From your library, freak.
Where else?
-Don't you respect anything, or what?
-What what?
Please, let's focus.
We know it's Dr. Davila,
but we have no proof.
Hold on a moment.
The anonymous one.
What anonymous one?
Look.
Who is Beatriz Madoz?
The spirit that led us
to the jewels in the vault.
A spirit?
Nothing, they threatened us
to stop us from investigating.
Clearly, whoever wrote that
killed Paul.
Hold on, this can't be
from the doctor.
Why not?
Doctors' handwriting is illegible
and you can read this perfectly.
We'll have to check it out.
I've got it. We need
a prescription from her.
Nico, doesn't your mom have one
for Diazepam, Prozac or citalopran?
What's that?
Doesn't yours have a prescription?
No, mine drinks wine.
-White wine.
-No, red, red.
Hold on.
Where's she going?
What are you doing?
I came... for this.
Eye formers for corpses
with twin fixation spikes?
Yes.
Nico stuff, you know.
Well, ciao.
What do you guys think?
Do they look alike?
Maybe the curve of the D a bit...
No, they don't match.
So the doctor's not the killer.
And how did she lose the bracelet?
Maybe she didn't do it alone.
Maybe her accomplice wrote it.
But who?
Someone she trusts a lot.
And who can get into
and out of the cemetery.
No, no, impossible,
only my father controls access.
What?
My father is controlling,
cold and distant,
but he's not a killer.
Yes, but he has a crematorium
to make anything he wants disappear.
And loads of vaults
to hide whatever he wants.
Are you kidding?
No, my father couldn't kill anyone,
I know him very well.
I didn't want to say it
in front of the others,
but your dad had a wound on
his hand the night of the murder.
Yes, I saw.
But maybe it has
has nothing to do with it.
Do you hear something?
No, nothing.
No, Gabi. Gabi, stop.
What are you doing?
I took care of it personally.
Yes, it'll all be perfect.
Yes, I followed all the instructions.
No, no, that was an accident.
Yes, of course, I've got it all.
Obviously, the jewels too.
No, I thought I heard something.
My God, my God.
-Hurry. What do we do?
-I don't know.
-What do we do?
-I don't know!
Sorry.
-Look out! Rushing around like this!
-Sorry, sorry.
-Leave it, I'll do it.
-Okay.
-Right, see you soon.
-Ciao.
How do they look on me?
You look lovely.
Your father gave them to me
for our anniversary.
Congratulations.
Oh, three o'clock!
I'm already late to pick up
the new marble worker.
Wait, I'll come with you.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
A lift to school?
No, we're going by bike.
You guys go ahead.
Okay.
Don't be late.
How can human beings tell
between right and wrong?
Throughout history we've debated
about what we believe is right
and, of course, missing class
without a note is not.
That's why it's important
that we're faithful
to values such as integrity,
justice and solidarity.
-And those two?
-Where are they?
I don't know.
No fucking idea.
It's insane.
Your mother's an accomplice,
plus she puts on stolen jewels.
Right, I saw.
Look around there.
And be careful,
don't knock anything over.
Fuck, you're just like my mother.
Why would I knock anything over?
Everything in order.
And he's found
a substitute for Paul.
As if he's sure that
he's not coming back.
Right.
HAPPY DAY, DAD
I LOVE YOU
The same list that Paul had.
All cremated.
Don't you think it's weird?
Did you hear me?
WITH NICO, ONE OF THE HAPPIESDAYS OF MY LIFE
Did you find something?
I knew it.
The handwriting doesn't match.
It couldn't be him.
He bought the earrings.
But...
if your father's not the bad guy...
who is it?
Look out!
Rushing around like this!
Excuse me.
Was it Anton?
Clever kids.
Come on, give me that paper.
No.
The hard way will be worse.
Really?
You want to play? Fine.
Let's play.
Let's play!
Catch!
Looking for this?
You should've gone to school
instead of meddling
where you're not wanted!
Open up!
Go away, we're going to the police!
Open up, I said!
Go away!
Fine.
All right.
Fine.
Run, run!
Help me!
-Come here!
-Let her go!
Give me that paper!
Let her go! Let her go!
Give it to me!
Give it to me!
-Let go of her!
-Get off! Get off!
Okay, okay, okay.
Let's calm down a bit.
You think?
You're a murderer.
What? No, no, no.
I didn't kill anyone.
Liar! We know you bashed
Paul's head in.
That's why you threatened us.
Paul?
No way, no way. It was a vagrant.
True. He surprised us
when we went to get the jewels,
but I didn't kill anyone.
A vagrant.
Serafn?
If you didn't kill him, who did?
Was it the doctor?
You're in cahoots, aren't you?
So, what did you do with Paul?
Answer or I'll dissect you!
The same thing
I'm going to do to you!
Nico.
What's going on here?
Lucky you came.
I thought they were going to kill me.
-No, no, no.
-He wanted to kill us!
What? No, no, no!
I just told them to go to school
and they went crazy.
No, no, no!
Don't listen to him!
He killed Serafn
and maybe Paul too!
Yes!
Do you hear them?
Look, I don't want to butt in
where I'm not wanted.
But your son's
losing touch with reality.
-That's how it is!
-No, Dad, don't believe him.
Nico, what are you telling me?
Yes, he told me about
Beatriz Madoz's ghost.
Oh, my God.
That'll do, Nico. That'll do.
I don't want to hear another word.
Put that down.
I'm telling you the truth.
Put that down.
Mom.
Honey, your father and I
think you need help.
You're making a mistake,
but the police will deal with it.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.
Right.
By the way, Antn, this is Javier,
the new marble worker.
Antn Bermejo.
-Nice to meet you.
-Yes.
Antn, I'm very sorry.
It won't happen again.
In fact, I've just talked
to the school psychologist.
She says we must
teach him techniques
to learn to handle frustration.
Yes, I'm sure it's a phase.
Well...
So this would be
the thanatopraxy room.
They're punctured.
What a fool.
Now what do we do?
Fuck!
That's not it.
Have you ever driven before?
-Sure.
-Oh, okay.
I always win at GTA 7.
What?
Look out, look out!
Sorry.
Where are we meant to be going?
-The police station.
-But it's the other way.
Please, a little positivity.
-Okay, I'll shut up.
-Yes, shut up.
My God, he's behind us.
Really?
The kids know who we are.
Get rid of Paul and everything else
or we'll be in trouble.
Do they know about the old folks?
I don't know,
but I'm going after them.
I won't let them get away now.
You'd better not. I'm not letting
those brats ruin my life.
I have to go.
Keep me posted.
You've really had it now.
Jeez, jeez, jeez!
Car, car, car, car, car!
What do I do, Nico?
I don't know what to do.
You're not moving from there.
I'll come and pick you up.
Have you got them?
Almost.
Nico.
Nico, can you hear me?
Are you okay?
Nico.
Nico.
Nico, wake up!
I'm sorry.
What the...?
What have I done?
It's incredible how much you cuss.
You're alive?
Well, I've had better days, but...
I'm breathing.
God, I can't believe it.
Jeez!
He was here the whole time?
I don't think he's hurt bad.
That's not funny.
It's a corpse to cremate,
not an Amazon package.
The main thing is,
we gave the killers the slip.
Hide.
Fuck! That's bad!
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
What a crash! Are you okay?
Yes. How did you find us?
Following the Mortimer breath.
Don't listen to him.
Your mother called me
asking for you.
She asked us to look for you.
We have news.
You're going to freak.
We set up surveillance
in front of the doctor's house.
We thought we should go
to your geeky dad, but no.
-Suddenly a car pulled up.
-The one that chased us.
The funeral home guy got out.
Antn, right?
Yes, the sad one.
They argued about something.
For whatever reason,
he gave in and left.
He grabbed a bag.
We didn't see what he had,
but when he left,
they dumped this.
-Morphine.
-What do they want it for?
It helps with pain.
But if you overdo it...
We also found this.
A last will and testament
signed by Mrs. Peralta.
Guess to whom she leaves
most of her assets.
-To Dr. Davila.
-Bingo!
This is even worse.
They don't rob the dead,
they kill them
with morphine to rob them.
Did they do that
to poor Mrs. Guevara?
Unbelievable. The bastards.
We have to go to the police
to report all this right now.
Yes.
But first I'm taking a piss.
Then give me a summary, okay?
This girl...?
How come nobody realized
she was killing
those old ladies with morphine?
She's a doctor, right?
She can say it's natural causes
and no one will doubt her.
Sure.
That's why she needed
the coroner's help.
To convince the families
to cremate them.
So there's no autopsy.
All this for some jewels?
Some family doctor, huh?
We don't know how long
they've been doing it.
They won't see these again.
It's the bag from the vault.
They hid it in the garden.
Goddamn brats.
But they didn't count on us.
There they are.
Hurry, hurry.
Everyone in the car.
Everyone in the car. Raquel!
Raquel, we're going!
Who's this dude?
It's just a dead guy.
Just?!
Go, go, go!
-I can't.
-What do you mean?
The wheels are stuck.
Let's go.
Fuck!
Hurry, hurry, she's got a gun!
It's touching me! Gross!
Sofa, will you shut up?!
Look out, look out!
Go, get closer.
Don't lose them.
-Stick him inside!
-No, no, no!
Sofa, enough!
Shut your eyes... and your mouth!
Shut up!
Who's driving that car?
A girl. And she's doing
much better than you.
Get off the field!
Get off the field now!
Step on it, Gabi!
Foot to the floor!
You're useless.
Come on, get closer!
They're shooting at us!
They're shooting at us!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
We're going to die!
-We're going to die!
-Of course we are!
What?
But not today!
Hold on!
Don't move so much!
Run, run, run!
Christ! Are you okay?
Yeah, fuck.
To the cemetery!
They won't find us there!
Move it, go on. Move it!
Nicols Mortimer
and Gabrielle Barrois.
-What?
-Barrois. "Barrois".
Gabriel is a friend of your son?
A female friend.
It's Gabrielle with two I's
and it end in an e.
How uninformed.
Here!
Please, stop! Please!
Did you hear that?
It's a crow, don't worry.
Why don't you turn on
the flashlight?
No need.
I know this cemetery off by heart.
If we split up
it'll be harder to find us.
Are you insane?
No way I'm going alone.
Okay, you with me, Sofa.
Marc, with Gabi.
Yes, just what I was about to say.
You're making it very hard
for me, guys.
Kids, I just want the jewels.
I won't hurt you.
I know where you are.
I can smell you.
Nico, where are the others?
Look, Sofia, take it easy.
Okay? They'll be fine.
Run, run!
Where's the doctor?
I have to get out of here.
I want to go home.
Sofia, shut up, please.
Shut your mouth.
-Listen, it's all clear.
-This way too.
Guys, it's important that
you follow my instructions now.
Very important. On three,
we all run that way.
Okay. One, two...!
-Run! -Run!
-Go, go, go!
And three.
Look who we have here.
Nico!
Freeze right there.
Freeze, or I'll change
your face with the shovel.
Are you giving me the bag
or forcing me to shoot you?
Nico!
Nico, give him the bag!
No.
No?
Are you crazy, Nico?
Stay away!
Hey!
Watch out!
Go on.
Go on, shoot.
Go on.
I'm a Mortimer.
We Mortimers
have no fear of death.
You asked for it.
No!
Nico!
Nico!
You fired the sixth bullet.
Doctor Psychopath!
Give me the bag!
Give it to me!
Give me the bag!
Halt, Guardia Civil!
Throw down the bag
and let the boy go! Let's go!
Nico!
Antn, I have nothing
to do with this.
Yeah, sure!
Sebas, Marisa,
he forced me do it.
-What? No! No!
-He forced me.
No! No!
No way, it was her.
She wanted to kill the kids!
Get out of my sight.
Hey, lad!
This isn't the end of it.
Enjoy prison, champ.
If you hadn't told the police,
we'd be goners.
It's the least I could do.
Nico, I'm sorry for being
such an asshole this past year.
You needed some new friends, right?
You told me.
I just wanted to be
as cool as them
and so I thought
I couldn't be your friend.
I was wrong.
I'm sorry for hurting you.
It's fine.
Will you be able to forgive me?
That's what good friends do, right?
-Nico!
-Are you okay?
They've found Paul.
In Dr. Dvila's house.
He's alive.
No, there's no doubt.
It's Serafn, the town beggar.
Proceed.
Honey, you have to tell us
everything that happens to you.
We didn't know about Raquel.
I tried to tell you many times,
but you don't listen to me.
Besides, I didn't want you to know
that I was a difficult child too.
Gee.
Son, being your father doesn't mean
I can't be an idiot too.
I don't know.
Sometimes I get the feeling
you'd like me to be different.
What are you saying, honey?
You're wonderful.
To me you're perfect.
Nico, we're very proud of you.
Even if we don't tell you.
But I promise, from now on
I'll try to do much better.
Come here, come on.
Paul.
Careful, lad, I'm still recovering.
How did you do it?
Antn gave me up for dead
and had no time to shoot me up
with morphine, otherwise...
By the way, did you hear?
It seems that Dr. Dvila
has a long string
of victims behind her.
And they say the first
was her grandmother.
Her grandmother?
Beatriz Madoz.
That's wild.
We thought you were angry with us.
No way.
I reacted like that
because I was scared
that Antn would hurt you
if you kept investigating.
Thank you.
Well...
I won't keep you any longer,
I don't want to miss the bus.
Have a good trip.
You must be happy.
You got your friend back.
Right.
I'm sorry the exchange
ended like this.
Like what? It's the most exciting
thing to happen to me
since Bad Bunny signed my boob.
You're a terrible liar.
Okay, he didn't sign my boob.
But...
I'm really going to miss you.
When you get to France
and your friends,
you will forget about all this.
Relax, I think I'm allowed
some PTSD.
But the next time someone
appears to me in a dream,
I'll be prepared.
Sure, sure.
Well...
Dear Mortimer,
we'll be friends forever.
Especially now that
I'm no longer afraid
that my atoms will merge
with the universe.
You've helped me a lot.
Believe it or not.
Gabi!
We have to go.
See you in Toulouse.
Trs bien, bon voyage.
Thank you.