[applause]
[crowd cheering]
[applause continues]
[indistinct shout]
[loud cheer]
Odile & Odette, the new, remarkable novel by Kloster.
Thank you very much.
[man 1] Kloster.
-[indistinct chatter] -[man 1] Kloster!
[man 2] Hold on, please.
Excuse me.
Kloster, Luciana is waiting on the third floor so she can talk with you,
about Valentina.
You should go if you don't want a scene.
[tense music playing softly]
[man 3] All right.
[moderator] Yes, that's very kind of you.
-Please. -[woman] Can I take a photo?
[Kloster] I'll be back.
Ah, please. All right, now we'll take a break…
[moderator's voice fades]
Kloster, can I have your signature?
Kloster, can I get a photo, please?
[man 4] Can I have a minute? I'm from The Metropolitan. I just want a photo.
Hey, don't touch me. Just relax, I'm working.
[tense music continues]
[heavy footsteps]
[music turns ominous]
[inhales nervously]
[man 4] Esteban! Hey, what's up?
Oh, how are you?
I'm good, but I thought you'd been fired.
No, no. Well, yeah, but I wanted to see this anyway.
Well, my buddy Andrés told me--
-[thud] -[gasps]
[woman screams]
[panicked screaming]
Excuse me, excuse me.
-[panicked screaming intensifies] -[dramatic music builds]
[dramatic music fades]
NETFLIX PRESENTS
[waves crashing]
[haunting orchestral music playing]
[water gurgling]
-[liquid squelching] -[explosion]
[pulsating beat]
BASED ON THE NOVEL THE BOOK OF MURDER
BY GUILLERMO MARTÍNEZ
[haunting music continues]
[flames roaring]
12 YEARS EARLIER
[Kloster] "The old monk found solace by concluding that the murderer
must've belonged to a different species entirely."
"He was an evil monstrosity,
cast out by all of humanity."
"His appearance as horrendous as the deformed bodies
of the killer's victims."
"This cruel murderer,
and all of these killings…"
No, wait. Remove the last part, please. Start over.
"The killer was impious."
"His actions were blinding like headlights shining on a dark highway."
"And then, much too late, his victims would all realize
the sad fact that they were just a rabbit,
so terrified,
and unable to do anything else besides await their deadly fate."
[neck cracks]
[keyboard clicking]
-[clicking stops] -[groans]
[inhales sharply] "And the old monk then…"
[clicking commences]
"…remembered his time as the chaplain of the prison…
and those sentenced to death…" [exhales, clicks teeth]
[clicking stops]
Eh, Luciana, can you look for the mail I received from the prisoners?
Here it is.
[door opens, closes]
Is your work all done?
[Kloster] No, we still have a little work to do, princess.
I promise you, once I'm done here, I'll go play with you, Pauli.
Okay?
Okay, sure. Bye.
[Kloster chuckles]
[door shuts]
I researched poisonous mushrooms for you.
My mom's an expert.
Every year for their anniversary, she cooks Dad a huge mushroom pie.
He hates the taste but she doesn't know that.
Okay, so, this one is edible,
and this is the poisonous one.
This is the cap,
the ring,
the stem, and the volva.
They're very similar. The only difference is the volva. That's… this part, here.
[Luciana] Here.
They look a lot like the harmless button mushrooms,
so you have to pay really close attention to the volva,
because it could have come off before, or have fallen off.
Thank you very much.
[menacing music intensifies, fades]
-[Luciana] What's this one called? -Pinipa.
And they are?
-They're sisters. -So, they're siblings?
-I like that. -Do you have a family too?
Yeah.
A sister, same age as you. She's named Valentina.
I have a big brother, he's named Ramiro.
And another brother, Bruno, who's the oldest.
-I don't have any of those! -[woman] Hey, chatty.
It's time for Luciana to get going. She can't stay forever.
-No! -[woman] What was that?
-Will you come play with the dolls again? -Yes, of course, as always.
[Pauli] I love that!
Sorry it took me so long to rescue you.
No worries. I like playing with Pauli.
Just don't feel obligated.
I'm a little embarrassed that she always makes you stay later.
We should get her together with my sister, Valentina, sometime.
They'd really get along.
-See you next week, okay? -[unsettling music plays]
Bye.
[woman] Don't you think that needs a little bit more?
-[Pauli] Oh, yes. -Let's cover it.
-Like this? -That's it.
-Sprinkle a little more, with both hands. -Great work.
-[woman] There we go. -Looks really good, Mommy.
All right.
We'll throw it in the oven and let it cook for a bit.
Time for your bath, princess.
-Yeah! -[woman chuckles]
Bath time!
[Kloster] I'll be right there, sweetheart.
[running footsteps]
[vaguely intriguing music playing]
Pauli! Your dirty clothes go in the laundry basket.
[Pauli] Okay!
[water splashing]
[groans]
[Pauli humming cheerily]
-You're almost dry! -[Pauli chuckles]
There we go, huh? That's good.
-Look at you, you're flying! -Dad, I'm jumping so high! Look!
-You're gonna fly away. -Straight to the sky, Dad!
Hey, keep doing that. Yes, yes. That's it. Just keep jumping.
Yes, jump. Let's see how high you can fly, honey.
It's like you're a butterfly.
Yeah!
You're gorgeous. Come here, give me a kiss.
-I love you. -I love you, Dad.
Huh? What did you just say?
-I love you, Dad. -[chuckles] I love you too.
[wind howling]
PRESENT DAY
[man on TV] Please, I ask you to be responsible when covering this story
so that we can keep the community calm.
Presently, we can neither confirm or deny if this fire has any connection
to the other recent fires that happened in the area.
Be careful with what you say about this tragedy
because we're still investigating everything.
[light switch clicks]
-[footsteps approach] -[telephone rings in distance]
So, Rey?
Yeah, almost done.
-Anything from your friend, Ramoneda? -No luck, I went to talk to him. Nothing.
Hurry. The board got angry last week. Hurry up and write fast.
-You'll get it at nine tonight. -Okay.
[sniffs]
It's just tea.
Not past nine tonight.
[cellphone buzzes]
[sighs]
PRIVATE NUMBER
[sighs]
Hello?
[female voice] Esteban Rey?
Yes. And you are?
It's Luciana Blanco. Remember me? I used to be your assistant.
Yes, yes, yes…
Yes, that was ten years ago. How are you?
Twelve years ago.
I… I need to see you. It's urgent. It's about Kloster.
About Kloster?
You don't know anything, do you? Nobody knows anything.
What do you have on Kloster?
No, not over the phone.
Will you come and let me tell you?
Right now?
Yes, now, if that's okay.
[sighs deeply]
-[wind howling] -[distant siren wailing]
[indistinct shouting]
[angry shouts]
[siren wailing]
[horn blows]
[horn blows loudly]
[sirens continue]
[sirens fade]
[metallic clanging]
-[indistinct shouting] -[whistle blowing]
[man mumbling indistinctly]
[mumbling continues]
[buzzer rings]
-[Luciana] Who is it? -Esteban.
[door buzzes]
[metallic clanging]
[doorbell rings]
Hello.
[Esteban] "He kissed her on the lips…"
[door shuts]
"…and he felt her give way."
"As her parted lips slowly moved to return the man's kiss,
he held more tightly
as he felt the woman's tongue now desperately searching for his own."
[sighs]
Do you have more there?
No, not really, no.
-It's just that it's a bit explicit. -[laughs]
Kloster dictates a lot worse things.
Worse, or better things?
Aren't you going to tell me what Kloster is writing?
You know I won't tell you that.
Coffee?
Sure.
[doorbell rings]
Come in.
[dog barking in distance]
Thank you for coming.
I'm sorry about the sudden call.
That's fine.
Have a seat.
Want anything to drink?
-No, thanks. -Please, sit.
[Luciana shivers]
Kloster became famous with the novel he dictated to me.
But you already knew that.
It's a secret that only he and I know about.
[inhales]
I thought we'd suffered enough to stop the murders, finally.
What? Someone died?
My family.
Hold on now. Who's killing your family?
Kloster.
[gulps, exhales]
I need your help here, okay?
Kloster's just murdering your family?
One by one for the last ten years.
I haven't been able to stop him because nobody believed me.
But now it's different.
If you help me, then I'll be a step ahead of Kloster this time.
Esteban,
I saw Kloster today.
He was next to the retirement home where my mom is admitted.
That's how I know she's next.
How do you know he'll kill your mother?
It might be a coincidence, don't you agree?
The fact that my 58-year-old mom is admitted at a retirement home
with neurological damage. That's on him.
There are no coincidences with Kloster.
Mm hmm.
I need you to write my story.
-Really, me? -Yes.
And publish it.
-[chuckles] -Esteban, remember when we met
and you told me you thought that Kloster is a mysterious man
and he's super secretive, right?
-Mm-hmm. -Okay.
Ever since the murders began he's been everywhere.
Why do you think that is?
I don't know.
It really is perfect.
No one would ever believe that…
a huge celebrity could kill, you know?
Right.
-[Luciana] Yes. -[chuckles]
[sighs deeply, clicks teeth]
I don't have power to get every single story in the news.
So, no, I can't write this.
I didn't call you because I need an amazing reporter, though.
You'll help because you have some business to settle against Kloster.
[bell rings]
[female voice] Who is it?
Mercedes, it's Luciana.
-[Mercedes] Come in. -Thank you.
[gate buzzes]
-[Mercedes] Hello. -Hello.
-Hi, Pauli! -Hello, one second!
Pauli, it's time to go. Are you ready ?
-[Pauli] I'm coming! Just a minute! -[sighs]
Today we're having a girls' day out.
For you!
-It's for me? -Yes.
[gasps]
-Oh, look. -I drew us all. It's us.
It's my Mom, my Dad, me, and you.
I love it. Thank you.
Okay, let's let Luciana go so she can go work for your papa.
-Come on. -See ya.
[Pauli] Bye.
[chuckles]
EXODUS
Where did you find this? It's a very interesting edition.
[Luciana] It's my dad's. He's a priest.
I thought it may be a different interpretation of the retaliation law.
It says the same thing, basically.
It says an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
doesn't equate to the same pain the aggressor has done unto his victim.
Rather, they look for…
a punishment equivalent to the suffering inflicted by the aggressor.
[Luciana] Hmm. Wow.
For example, my wife is--
was a ballet dancer before a careless driver ruined that forever.
The man shattered her tibia completely, abruptly ending her career.
For greater justice by the law of the talion,
it wouldn't be enough to break the tibia of the driver.
Because the suffering that Mercedes endured
by this ending her career goes beyond the fracture itself.
I like how you explain it.
So it's true Mercedes is a ballerina?
She was a star in the National Ballet, yes.
My sister wants to try out ballet soon.
-I spoke with Esteban. -Esteban?
Esteban Rey, the other writer.
Esteban Rey. He's the one who hired you? How did he find you?
I think it was through Campari.
[Kloster] I don't think it was Campari. He's quite reserved.
Well, then, another guy sent a referral because he told me that he knows you.
No, we know of each other.
That's strange.
He often sends his work to me.
How is it?
I read this novel he sent me once. I don't recall the name of it.
But he just wants my opinion all the time.
I don't know the trick to write fast, though.
He does write faster, but…
He doesn't have your talent, though.
Read the last few words.
"…pressed so forcefully on the neck of Elena."
"…pressed so forcefully on the neck of Elena,"
[computer keys clicking]
Put a comma.
"…trying to prolong this new magical domain
that the living and dead were one."
"He loosened his hold to allow passage of breath."
"The stolen oxygen just prompting his return."
"During all of this useless push to supervene her fate,
his dark eyes looked so…
fixated on the mark of the body of Elena."
"A gift that a large serpent gave her the day it took a bite of her."
"That formed the mark of a coin."
[clicking stops]
I have a scar just like that. [ls]
Look.
This one.
[tense music plays]
-[music builds] -[Luciana groans]
Don't do that!
Why not?
What do you mean? Luciana, you were sending me signals.
Signals?
-Signals, yes. -I signalled?
Uh, no.
-Where are you going? -I'm leaving.
[Luciana puffs]
Luciana?
-[door bangs] -[sobbing]
-[gate clangs] -[sobbing continues]
[thud]
-[Mercedes] Easy. -[Pauli] You're hurting me.
[Mercedes] Because you're not letting me open it. Just let me do it…
-[Pauli] I want Dad to take it off. -[Mercedes] No, Dad's not taking it off.
You're so mean. No!
Please let go, Paula. Paula, please let go.
-No! -Please let go.
Please let go of my hand.
-Let go of me. -[Kloster] What's the matter?
Princess!
Yes, yes, yes. It's okay.
Princess.
Please just get her out of here!
-[Kloster] It's all right, honey. -She's been a brat all day.
-[Kloster] Come with me. -All day long!
Why don't you just give her a bath?
[man] We thank you, Lord.
Bless this family and all those that are suffering in this world. Amen.
-Amen. -[girl] Amen.
Tell us, Bruno, how was your first day of residency?
Fine, fine.
We did a walk-through and then I met the doctors that I'll be shadowing.
Sounds fun. The scrubs, they give you those?
I had to buy 'em.
[door shuts]
[man] Honey!
I thought you worked late tonight.
Yeah, we finished up early.
-[woman] I'll get you a plate. -I'm not hungry. Thank you, Ma.
Please, just take a seat and join us.
I can't, it's just my… stomach hurts.
-What happened? -Nothing.
Had a bad day at your job?
No. Where did my notes go? I really need…
-Did you have a problem at Kloster's? -No, go away. It's just-- Nothing.
I'm not working with Kloster.
But what happened, Lu? You seemed so happy there.
It's just idiotic, really.
But I'm not going anymore.
[footsteps approach]
I swear I'm trying.
But I can't stop yelling sometimes.
-[sighs] -It's okay, sweetheart.
I really am trying.
Every time I see her,
she's so small, I don't understand how I could scream at her.
You did great when you returned to us so fast.
All these things, they take time, like your psychiatrist said.
We can go and spend the day together. It'll be so much fun.
Pauli will forget everything.
Aren't you scheduled to work tomorrow with Luciana?
No, Luciana's not going to work for me now.
Really? Why's that?
She told me she didn't do too well in her exams,
and her parents asked her to focus on her studies instead of work.
That's strange, she didn't even say goodbye to Pauli.
Perhaps she wasn't able to say it.
[attorney] This not just about the severance pay.
He was paying you under the table,
so we have to ask him to pay for your pension, social contributions, etcetera.
So, that is, prior notice…
paid vacation, annual bonus, and Law 24013…
plus a fine for Article 80…
[Luciana's mom] Lu, tell the attorney he tried to kiss you.
Yes, but it was nothing.
I disagree.
Sexual harassment is a very big deal in the workplace, you know.
Did it only happen to you this time, or others?
No, just this once.
-[attorney] Are you sure? -Uh huh.
Was there an attempt to grope you or any nasty comments at you?
No, it was just a kiss. No more. There wasn't any violence.
Well, if that's the truth and no one else saw all of this,
it'll be your word going against his.
And that will lead to an employment lawsuit.
-Let's see. -[buttons clicking]
[gasps] Wow. It's so much to ask for.
There's no chance he'll pay that amount but I'll aim high.
It's common to get half the total sum you ask for,
but if you include a complaint that describes what he did to you in detail,
he'll want to settle this very quickly.
And that'll work in our favor.
Here, at the bottom…
write your ID number, name, and sign it.
And don't worry about the rest.
I'll fill it in later with all the details.
[distant thunder rattling]
It's terrible that happened.
But there's no way I can publish it, though.
I can't accuse him of murder without proof. [chuckles]
Who'd believe me?
You just don't understand though.
Just say that I accuse him and then it'll all be on me, okay?
I don't care if no one wants to believe me then.
They can try to sue me if they want.
It doesn't matter. I just need to make sure that people know about this.
Just think. Every single network would cover the story
if someone was killed in my family. He couldn't take that chance.
He has more to lose than me… and you.
You know that.
[sighs]
No, sorry, but I won't back you.
I don't want powerful enemies that can make life hell.
He's enemies with you already.
-[Esteban] What do you mean? -[sighs]
I guess journalism really isn't your calling now, is it?
Huh?
You think he didn't read the article you wrote
all about the death of his family?
Publishers aren't even taking your calls, are they?
-And Campari despises you. -That was so many years ago.
-You still care, or you wouldn't be here. -[door shuts]
-Hi. -Valentina, she's my sister.
-Esteban's a friend. -How are you?
I can walk you out.
[Luciana] Valentina doesn't know about this.
She was just a little girl when this began.
I'm trying to protect her.
So she doesn't have to live her life with fear.
Can I count on you?
I'll think about it.
-[thunder rattling] -[rain lashing]
[sighs deeply]
[ominous music plays]
[keys clicking]
THE BOOK OF MURDER
Well, if in five minutes he's not here…
then I can put an end to the mediations.
Okay.
He's either poorly advised or he underestimates the damage we could do.
Either way, this allows us to go straight to court proceedings instead.
[door opens]
So, then, how much?
Well, if you include all the legal fees, 1,862,000 pesos.
[judge] You can wait for your lawyer to get here.
That number is just for reference, so…
[judge] I've never been in a hearing as short as that.
[door closes]
[Luciana's mom] It's done, honey. Let's go cash that check.
He's never acted like that, Ma.
[judge] It must be because of what happened.
What happened?
[judge] His wife and daughter both died recently.
A tragedy.
[sobbing]
MOM - DAD - ME - LUCIANA
[Valentina] Here, Lu. This girl is the ballerina.
[Luciana] Thank you.
[Valentina] Don't cry.
[footsteps approach]
[Luciana's dad] Valen, go see Mommy. Just for a little bit while I talk to Lu.
-Okay, come on. -Okay.
I'll be down in a bit.
[exhales]
Mom said you wanted to stay at the house and not spend summer at the beach with us.
And I know it's not because you don't want to spend the break as a family.
There are a few things that you have to take care of, no?
And I know that anything you have to resolve here
is between you and God.
[Luciana] Valen!
-Wait, I'm coming. I'm coming. -Come on.
[thunderous waves]
-Valentina, don't go too far, honey. -[Valentina] I'm coming back.
You're all set for school this semester?
Yeah, Pa. I start in March.
Sweetie, you can put in a catheter but you're bad with a straw.
Okay…
-You do it, Mom. -[chuckles]
-Did you eat them already? -Yes.
-What's this then? -[chuckles]
-Everything okay, Rami? -[Ramiro] Got you.
Well, Pa, there was one guy swimming way too far out.
But he's back on shore.
If he goes any further out, someone's gonna have to save him.
No more for me, then?
Yeah, but someone needs to refill this.
-Your turn. -No.
[Luciana] I can go.
-Thank you, Lu. -Thank you.
-Lu is going. -You could've gone with her.
But then she volunteered.
-[waves crashing] -[Indistinct chatter]
[tense music plays]
[music builds]
[yelps, groans]
[breathing heavily]
[tense music builds]
[music fades]
-[muffled barking] -[insects chirping]
Forget about that guy, Lu. Please relax.
Would he vacation here?
If he's choosing a beach it's not going to be here.
It really is him.
-You need to stop, you're obsessed--- -Off the table.
Luciana, it's a bit of a coincidence to see this guy on vacation at this beach,
don't you think?
Exactly. That means that it may be an intentional choice.
And he knows about our vacations.
But, why would he come here to bother you?
You didn't even cash the check.
You let the man get out of it all, since you felt sorry for his loss.
[Ramiro] I've been saving up for a motorcycle for years.
What about you, Luci?
[Valentina chattering]
-Ramiro, that's not funny. -[Ramiro] I didn't say anything.
It's not funny for her.
-[Ramiro] I didn't say anything. -If it's not funny, then quit it.
[Ramiro] Okay, I'll stop, but it's not my fault
she doesn't like to hear the truth, you know? That's how it is. Sorry.
[birds squawking]
[Valentina] Why are we digging around it?
-So water can go through here. -Is that why it's going in like that?
[Luciana] And that way, we can save the castle. Like that.
[wind intensifies]
[indistinct shout]
[waves crashing]
-[Valentina] I wanna leave. -It's okay.
[Valentina] Up!
Come here.
-[Valentina] Why is it so windy? -A storm is coming.
[Valentina cries out]
-[Valentina] I'm scared. -Let's go.
[indistinct shouting]
-[Valentina cries out] -[Luciana] Rami!
-Ramiro! -[whistle blows]
-[Valentina] It's so windy! -I know, sweetie. We're leaving.
Don't worry, Valen. It's okay, honey. You're safe now. Right?
-Do you want to play with the other kids? -Yeah.
[Luciana's mom] Go, over there. Go on.
Have you seen Ramiro?
He's making sure everyone got out of the water.
[] I think everyone's out already. Why isn't he here?
Just relax, he's very thorough.
[wind howling]
[indistinct whispering, muffled voices]
[Bruno] Call an ambulance!
[tense music plays]
[Bruno panting]
[Bruno shouts] Call an ambulance!
[muffled] Someone call an ambulance!
[tense music intensifies]
[music fades]
[somber music playing]
[dad] I told my daughter not too long ago,
that true faith isn't what we keep when everything is fine.
It's what we can hold onto when things are terrible.
And if we can hold that faith,
and that conviction,
even if we don't always understand it,
-it is always part of God's plan. -[sobbing]
[sobbing intensifies]
It was an accident, honey.
God will help us all find peace.
-[flames roar] -[Luciana sobs loudly]
[somber music plays]
[printer chugging, whirring]
What a story.
[inhales] So what now?
Let's go and publish this.
This is a bomb, you know?
You're crazy, Rey.
We can't publish it like that.
Maybe check the facts of the story first, document everything,
look at the information and verify who died.
[sighs] Yeah, I got it.
And Kloster, you need him.
I can do that too.
Oh, no big deal, huh?
If I get Kloster, you'll publish this?
People in the arts section have been after Kloster for six months.
Offered him the front page, a special, everything he wants.
Nothing, he won't do it.
If I can get you proper testimony of Kloster's version, you'll publish it?
You get me this coverage of Kloster, I'll give you the front page.
Does that sound fair, Rey?
I'll take your word for it.
[door opens, shuts]
[ominous music plays]
LIFEGUARD DROWNS
[cellphone rings]
Hello?
[male voice] Esteban Rey?
This is?
It's Campari.
How are you, Campari?
Been a long time. I appreciate you'd want to talk to me.
You drove my secretary crazy. What do you want?
I need to talk directly to Kloster. Write a story, you know?
Forget it.
I already told your arts section
they can talk to him after he releases his book.
Okay, do me a favor. Say it's about Luciana Blanco.
He'll understand.
[silence]
Campari, are you there?
We're going to publish her story soon.
I'll ask him and I'll call you back.
Oh, great, thank you.
Come on, damn it.
[clattering]
[hand tapping]
[interviewer, on tape] To you, what is the essence of a thriller?
It's not the facts, not set pieces or the succession of cadavers,
it's the theories you create.
It's the possible explanations.
You have to read between the lines.
The inferno of calculus and vacillation that leads into each act.
The Day of the Dead is a large departure to your style, no?
It's brutal, it's crude and beautiful too, I would say.
It surprised a lot of your readers. Where did this come from?
What happened to Kloster?
Yes, I guess I found a new muse, a different one.
[interviewer] What do you mean?
[Kloster] Did you know that Henry James's biographers
marked a large change in his style
around the time that he began using a scribe?
[telephone rings]
[Kloster continues] Henry James…
-Hello. -[male voice] Do you know what day it is?
-Tuesday? -[Bruno] It's Mom and Dad's anniversary.
I can put them on so you can say hi.
Thank you. I owe you one.
-Ma. -Huh?
Call for you.
-Hello? -Hi, Mom.
-Happy anniversary. -Thank you, honey. [chuckles]
How many years is it now?
Well, now, it's our 31st year.
-Wow. -[chuckles]
-Are you two having a good time? -We are.
We went out, got mushrooms, and Valen decided to join us.
I'm making everything right now.
But I miss you a lot, though.
I miss you too. Can you put Dad on?
Of course, all right. One sec. Miss you. Bye-bye.
It's Lu.
-Hello. -Dad.
-Happy anniversary! -[chuckles]
Thanks, honey. It's so wonderful to hear from you.
How are your exams?
Fine. I finished the book for Anthro and my Ethics final is next week.
We miss you here.
When are you coming?
Um… yeah, I don't know. We'll see.
-Are you making an anniversary pie? -Yes, there seems to be pie,
but your siblings already warned us that they're opting out.
[Luciana] Those cowards…
-[Valentina] Dad. -I have to go.
Your sister wants to talk to me.
Okay, okay. I love you. Bye.
Bye.
[Kloster] …his ability to sustain, stylistically, what he had created.
"All fiction competes with our life," says Henry James.
If our fiction can create life,
I assume we can also make death.
[telephone rings]
[telephone continues ringing]
[gasps, clears throat]
[groans]
Hello.
-Luciana, Mom and Dad aren't feeling well. -What happened?
Don't know. We're in an ambulance going to the hospital.
-Can you meet me? -Which hospital?
The one at Central.
-On my way. -Okay.
-[paramedic] Your name's Bruno? -Yes.
Put that on his mouth. Count to six and squeeze.
-Take care of your dad, okay? -All right.
That's it. Keep counting.
[siren wailing]
[breathing heavily]
Where are they? How are they?
Mom is getting treated now. Her liver is destroyed.
What happened?
-They said poison. -And Dad?
He…
[both sobbing]
[nervous breathing]
[sniffs]
Did…?
Did they eat it?
You mean the pie?
[Luciana] It was him.
It was Kloster.
[pleading] No, Luciana, take a moment…
It was Kloster. He knows that for their anniversary Mom makes pie,
Kloster knows we have the house on the beach, and…
-It's his revenge. He wants me to know… -Luciana, calm down, please.
-[chattering frantically] -Take a deep breath and calm yourself.
[panicked breathing]
-Calm down. -[sobs] No, I can't!
-[Bruno] Nurse! -[Luciana] I can't!
-Calm down, breathe. -What am I going to do?
-Psychiatric ward, now. -What am I going to do?
-Relax. -[panicked chattering]
[sobbing]
[sobs, anguished gasp]
FOR SALE
[door rattles]
[dog barking menacingly]
[neighbor] Do you need something?
No, I'm just here to see the house.
Call the agent, he has all the keys.
-I'm friends with the owners. -Oh, yeah?
I'm friends with Luciana Blanco.
Oh. How's little Luciana?
-[dog continues barking] -Rocco, relax! No!
Well, hanging in there.
Trying to tell her story.
Crazy story, isn't it?
Yeah, what happened to her parents…
-Very strange, no? -Mm hmm.
So, what did happen to them?
[sighs]
Unexplainable.
Her making a mistake like that,
I just didn't think she could.
She was an expert on those mushrooms.
Huh. The girl could've done it.
-[dog barks] -I don't know.
Sometimes we let the devil dig his claws into us.
[dog continues barking]
[door opens]
Yes?
Certified documents for Mr. Kloster.
-He's not here right now. -Would you take it instead?
Yes, of course.
[intriguing music playing]
[paper rustles]
FROM LUCIANA BLANCO SEXUAL HARASSMENT COMPLAINT
[water gushing]
[Pauli] Mommy!
Mom.
Can you hear me?
Mommy! [bangs table]
[exhales]
-What? -Will you start a bath for me? Please?
-All right, go on in. -Yeah!
[running footsteps]
-[glass shatters] -[gasps]
[unsettling music playing]
[Pauli] Mommy.
[cries out] Mommy!
I want to play dolls with Luciana again. I need her.
She can't play, Pauli.
-Why, though? -She doesn't work here anymore.
No! I want her to come back here.
I just told you that she can't, Pauli.
-Can I wash your hair now? -No.
-I want to see Luciana! -And I told you no.
-But why can't she? -Because I said so, okay?
[groans] Mommy, I want to see Luciana!
-[Mercedes shouts] I told you no! -[thud, water splashes]
[water gurgles]
[ominous music playing]
CONTEMPORARY BALLET BUENOS AIRES NATIONAL THEATER
[ominous music continues]
[music builds]
[ominous music intensifies]
-[wind howling] -[leaves rustling]
[shouts] Honey?
Mercedes.
You asleep?
Mercedes…
Pauli?
[gasps] No.
[pleadingly] Pauli.
[moaning]
[groans]
[sobbing] What happened?
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
[anguished sob]
[haunting music playing]
[music fades]
[Bruno] I have the night shift. Be back tomorrow.
Okay.
Hm, this food is delicious, Lu.
-You like it? -Mm hmm.
-So? How's high school going? -Fine.
-Make any friends yet? -No.
They all think I'm stupid.
Luciana's my shadow. She waits outside the door after school.
I never even get to have lunch with the others.
How can I make a friend?
Look, Valen, Lu just worries about your safety--
For what?
She won't even leave during ballet class.
All my friends go on their own.
How is that going? Your rehearsals.
That performance will happen soon, huh? Is there a theme?
-It's Swan Lake this year. -Oh, great.
Let me know in advance
so my night shift doesn't get in the way.
Can we buy our tickets already?
You don't have to buy any tickets this year.
Parents and siblings are guests and can get in for free.
[engine accelerates]
[distant siren wailing]
-[groans] -[thud]
-[thump] -[panting]
So you think you're romantic, huh?
[groaning]
-[thumping] -[groaning]
Look what I've got for you. Come on!
Here's your love letter back, asshole.
-Did you think I wouldn't find out, eh? -[moans]
Sesi is mine, you understand me?
-Sesi's mine, she's mine. You got that? -[thudding]
-Huh? -[thud]
[policeman] Stop! Don't move!
Police. Come back!
CENTRAL HOSPITAL
[policeman] He's getting away.
-[policeman] Hey! -[doctor] Move. I got this.
This is great.
-[] I know, sir. -Come on, let's go.
-[radio beeping] -[indistinct chatter]
-[Ramoneda] Give Benítez a hand. -Yeah.
-When's the judge getting here? -He didn't answer. I assume he's asleep.
Over there is the family.
Okay, keep calling, wake him up.
Sure.
Could I talk to her privately?
I'm District Attorney Ramoneda. The head investigator.
Did you get him already?
Yes.
It looks like it was a crime of passion.
The man who did it claims your brother had a romantic relationship with his wife.
My brother doesn't even go on dates.
He had a letter that goes over all the infidelities--
No. If my brother was going out to see her, I'd know about it.
Are they signed?
No, they seem anonymous.
But I will find out.
What we don't know is how he broke out of prison.
He was in prison?
Yes.
He was serving a 25-year sentence in there for homicide.
Kloster.
What?
It's Kloster.
It was him. He writes to inmates and he's been killing my family for years.
He killed my brother Ramiro, then my Dad…
It was Kloster.
-Kloster… the author? -Yes, the author. I was his assistant.
Please promise you'll investigate.
Sure, of course, we can check. So you can relax.
-Are you feeling okay? -No-- Yes.
Anything I can do?
-[thud] -Are you okay?
[chatter on radio]
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
Come on, come on, come on, come on…
Let's go.
Come on.
[flames roar]
[door opens]
-How's it going, Esteban? -How are you?
Is that chief of yours still breathing down your neck?
No, I can handle that guy now.
There's no news about the fires. I told you I'd call if we found any leads.
That's not why I'm here.
-Huh? -Do you recall the case of Bruno Blanco?
Bruno, yeah. Standard case of flagrancy.
We thought it was easy but it got very complicated.
The sibling, Luciana, started condemning Kloster, the author…
No. The sister? Not because of her.
The murderer was in prison.
A guard would let prisoners out to steal, causing a big racket in the penitentiary,
-so the leadership crumbled. -Eh, sir?
-Yes. Thank you. -Sure thing.
-It was huge. -Have you checked Kloster too?
Kloster? Yeah, I went. Man, I felt bad for the guy.
Mourning a wife and a daughter,
and Luciana was there making wild accusations.
-Oh, yeah? -Yes.
She came here unannounced and caused a huge scene.
She wanted me to prosecute Kloster, no matter what.
The case even started to get political.
I had to talk to the Minister of Justice,
all because she insisted that I reconsider prosecuting Kloster.
But wait… Okay, wait.
There's no proof that points to Kloster having any connection to those deaths?
-Nothing. -Nothing at all?
Nothing at all. Yeah, Luciana, she's totally crazy.
I gotta go, Esteban.
[cellphone buzzing]
[buzzing continues]
[beep]
Hey, you heard anything?
[gulps] I might have.
Newest rumor is that the Chinese mafia might be starting the fires.
The fires can lower property values in the area, so they can keep 'em.
But, honestly, it really is just a rumor.
-Ramoneda doesn't have anything either. -It's a mystery.
Rey!
Good work.
[sniffs] Don't know how you got your hands on that.
Campari wants you to go to Kloster's place this evening to talk.
Come on!
I told you I'd get it. Didn't I say that?
Didn't I tell you?
[chuckles] All right, good luck. Don't screw it up!
I got my charms, you know?
Never doubted you.
[thunder rattling]
[thunder claps]
[wind howling]
[buzzer rings]
-[Kloster] Who is it? -Esteban Rey.
Who?
Esteban Rey.
[gate buzzes]
[clock ticking]
[Esteban] So?
What do you think?
I would say…
It's a fantasy, a great look inside a shattered mind.
She used to be very sharp,
but who would've thought she'd relinquish her sanity?
It wasn't a surprise because she can easily manipulate others.
[clock ticking]
Why do you say that?
Well, she used her innocence to hide all her seductions.
Anyone would've paid with a divorce,
if pressured to give in to those tricks of hers.
In my case though, the price I paid was much higher.
So, you think Luciana is responsible for your tragedy?
[inhales]
[exhales]
[approaching footsteps]
[Kloster] She agrees with me.
She tried to apologize for her absurd accusations
but it was far too late for that.
[Esteban sighs]
You think she could've foreseen that this tragedy would happen?
That's something I can't be sure of.
All these years I tried to imagine
how she could justify making these false stories.
Why do you think she did it?
For one of three reasons…
cruelty…
madness…
or remorse.
"Or remorse"?
Are you surprised?
A priest's daughter tries to seduce me,
it all goes wrong,
she destroys a family.
When you're that religious,
you must feel like you deserve some grand, divine punishment.
Wouldn't you agree?
What about all the killings surrounding her?
All of the killings?
I only heard about one. They already caught that horrible man.
Why? Do you think there are others?
Luciana saw you at the beach the day the first one was killed. Ramiro.
Was it a coincidence that you were there?
No, on the contrary, I was there for all of those events.
[dramatic music playing]
I was sure that Luciana's family would go there to stay.
I was mourning my family
and I didn't think it was fair that she'd enjoy the summer with her family,
after everything she'd done.
I wanted to remind her.
Ramiro died due to a cramp while trying to rescue a mysterious swimmer.
But the guy disappeared.
And Luciana like that I was that mysterious swimmer.
An unsuspecting victim attacked in the middle of the ocean,
with no witnesses.
What a theory.
But, please explain,
at my age, in my condition,
how I could overpower a well-trained lifeguard in his twenties.
If I wrote that in one of my novels, people would laugh in my face.
So, Ramiro dying that summer when you showed up at the same beach
is just mere coincidence?
That's divine justice.
After everything happened, he drowned…
just like my daughter.
[clock continues ticking]
Divine justice.
Weren't you fully agnostic?
Are you religious now?
Let's say that my faith has transcended religion.
It's something greater.
Let's talk about her parents getting poisoned.
She told you about the anniversary mushroom pie.
It's even included in one of your novels.
Yes, and by the time they died,
more than 500,000 people had read that novel.
So the similarities with your novel are just another coincidence?
And the killing of Bruno?
A convict killed him.
Luciana wonders if you're involved in that.
She says you wrote letters to the murderer
and made him think Bruno was having an affair with his wife.
Yes, Luciana figured out a way to get the DA to investigate that hypothesis.
Know what they discovered?
They found nothing.
-But you send letters to inmates? -[thunder rumbles]
I do write many letters to my fans,
who come from quite diverse backgrounds. I can assure you of that.
Another coincidence?
Hm.
There's one thing that doesn't look good for you in all this.
The numbers.
Even if we separate individual accusations,
when we observe the connection between deaths,
it comes across a bit suspicious, no?
Because one tragic death in the family may be unlucky,
but since Luciana mailed that document to you,
two of her brothers have died,
her father's dead, her mother's bedridden.
And, well…
in these tiny ways it leads straight to you
and that starts looking a bit like murder.
I'm sorry, but that's just too many coincidences.
"The total is more than the sum of its parts."
Of course, you like numbers, right?
You sent me one of your novels.
Could you please remind me of the title?
Erratic Events.
Erratic Events, that's right,
where you talk almost exclusively about the role of chance in life.
[Esteban] Hm.
But you never even bothered to go and flip a coin in the air.
I don't get it.
Of course you know that if you toss a quarter a hundred times,
the coin,
usually it turns out heads for half the time,
then the other half the time it turns out tails, right?
Right?
But that doesn't mean that each time you toss the coin
it will alternate between heads, tails, heads, tails, and heads again.
So, when these events all occur,
the streaks are imperfect.
So all these deaths were just part of an imperfect streak in life?
I don't see why not.
I'll point you to Luciana
because her family had three deaths in ten years.
I had two… in the same day.
It was still painful, you know.
And the coverage by you and the other press just prolonged that pain.
Do you want to understand exactly the damage
that was caused by Luciana?
Come along with me.
[distant thunder rattles]
[Kloster] Back when Mercedes and I first met,
she was a ballerina who had a bright future,
until a car accident unfortunately ended her career early.
It was very difficult and she had to fight her way out of depression.
Then she got pregnant and had Pauli.
She was sure our child would change her life.
She'd found something more important than her own life to live for.
We thought things would change. But, no.
After she gave birth,
she fell into another deep depression.
I had to institutionalize her.
I took care of Pauli alone until she was five years old.
When Luciana began working for me,
Mercedes had already recuperated.
But her psychiatrist did warn me…
that her mind would always be in a state of fragile equilibrium.
"Cracked glass." Those were her exact words.
As long as nothing moved, her mind could stay together.
But even the smallest upset
could destroy her delicate mind completely.
-[distant thunder rumbling] -[door creaks]
[Pauli] Dad!
I'm jumping so high. Look!
-That's it, Pauli. -Straight to the sky, Dad.
Jump higher.
Look how high I can jump on the bed, Dad!
I love you, Dad.
Dad! I'm jumping so high. Look!
-That's it, Pauli. -Straight to the sky, Dad. Yeah!
-Jump higher. -Look how high I can jump on the bed, Dad!
I love you, Dad.
-It was Luciana who shattered the glass. -Dad.
I'm jumping so high. Look!
Straight to the sky, Dad. Yeah!
-Jump higher. -Look how high…
And sentenced my Pauli to be trapped in these ten seconds forever.
[Pauli] Dad! I'm jumping so high. Look!
-Straight to the sky, Dad… -[projector clicks]
I'd have left behind the subject of Luciana years ago.
But she insisted on reminding me over and over.
Even though her brother had her put in a mental hospital
because of her obsession with me.
And now Luciana sends you here,
after years of trying to get my attention.
All those novels you'd send me.
You kept bothering my editor,
and you hired a girl that had no accomplishments
other than working as my assistant.
[thunder rattles]
I understand it now, Rey.
Your admiration transformed into envy.
And envy into resentment.
Because you'd have to be quite resentful to write what you wrote about me.
[suspenseful music plays]
Well, if you'll excuse me…
I have another important interview tonight.
It's a lecture for a high school.
-[thunder rumbles] -[rain lashing]
[thunder clapping]
-[piano music plays] -[ballet teacher] Okay.
-Hi, everyone. -[girls] Hi.
You're hanging tonight, right?
[Valentina] Yeah, I think I can.
Look who it is.
[girls chuckle]
Go make an excuse to come.
[Valentina] Gotta go. See you guys.
-I'll see you later. Bye. -Bye, ladies.
[teacher] Have a good day.
-Hello. -Hi.
So, remember we're seeing Mom tonight?
Eh, yeah. Camila was inviting me over to do homework together.
-All right. I'll take you afterwards. -Thanks.
[piano music continues]
[traffic hums]
NURSING HOME
[mellow music playing]
[Luciana] Here, Mom.
Remember that Valentina's graduating this year?
Did you ask her about it?
Lu thinks that I should go to college,
but… I think that I could be a dancer.
[Luciana] It's a very competitive profession.
Yeah, but I just want to dance.
There are other options too, Valentina.
[Mom mumbles]
[mumbles] …your heart is…
You're right.
-You're right, Mommy. -[mumbling]
-You should follow your heart. -[mumbles]
[heavy footsteps]
[nurse] I'm sorry, our visiting hours are over.
I need to get your mom some dinner.
-[Luciana] Bye, Mom. -[chair squeaks]
-Bye, Mommy. -[mumbles]
Give me your hand.
[Valentina shivers]
Can you take me to Camila's?
If not, I can go without you.
[suspenseful music plays]
Luciana.
[menacing music plays]
[Valentina] It's fine, I can go on my own. It's fine. Luciana!
Lu!
-No, I can come with you now. -Okay.
[telephone rings]
[male voice] Hello?
Esteban Rey?
Yes, and you are?
It's Luciana Blanco. Remember, I used to be your assistant.
Yes, yes, yes…
Yes, that was ten years ago. How are you?
Twelve years ago.
I need to see you. It's urgent. It's about Kloster.
About Kloster?
[telephone ringing in distance]
[editor] What's this?
[journalist] Here, here, here
Don't bring me any more of those uninteresting stories.
They're not even good as a supplementary gazette.
-How did it go at Kloster's? -Fine, fine, fine.
So you can go and write it?
A couple of days, just so I can really polish it.
You go quickly though, Rey.
I spoke with the board
and they're expecting a draft by tomorrow. Okay?
-So we can look it over. -There was another fire!
They might've caught the culprit.
-Caught who? -The Chinese arsonist.
I'll go there.
[hisses] Don't forget to concentrate on Kloster.
[guard] Sorry, you're not allowed…
[Esteban] Excuse me, press. Press coming through.
-One pass. -Thank you, sir.
[distant siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
[panicked shouting]
[female voice] Make way…
-[fire crackling] -[panicked shouting continues]
-[indistinct chatter] -[water gushing]
-[crash] -[glass shattering]
[indistinct shouting]
-[indistinct shouting] -[explosion]
José, what happened?
Ground floor went up. The highest floor was residential.
The old folks living there suffocated.
They rescued about 20 people, but there's more inside.
It didn't have any ties to the Mafia either.
Just some crazy guy. Look.
Bicycle. Had a huge tank of gas.
Can I ask some questions? One question, please, just one.
Did you start all the other fires or just this one?
Why'd you do it?
-[thump] -[engine starts, siren wails]
[Luciana] You believe me now?
Huh?
Think it was another coincidence that Kloster was here?
If you'd just published my story, my mom would still be alive.
Your mom? Your mom was here?
Luciana! Luciana! Luciana!
[indistinct chatter on radio]
-[indistinct chatter] -[female voice] Excuse me.
KLOSTER INFERNO UNLEASHED
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music builds]
[music fades]
[suspenseful music plays]
KLOSTER'S DEATHS
[flames roar]
KLOSTER: FROM OSTRACISM TO FAME
What's going on?
[sighs]
"'Kloster, from ostracism to fame,' by Esteban Rey."
"However, his recent family tragedy has brought a lot of attention
to the otherwise elusive writer."
It's been ten years since that.
No, wait, wait, wait. Listen up. It keeps going…
"Kloster, in his media articles,
doesn't hesitate to remember his sad misfortune over and over,
hoping that this superficial literature will awaken some new interest."
[sniffs] You're nothing but trash, Rey.
How could you say that about a guy that's mourning his daughter?
I don't know where you got that.
The journal was barely in circulation. It's also been a decade since that.
I have no idea what's going on between you and Kloster, and I don't care.
But this newspaper is not around for any personal business you have.
Luciana's story isn't related to that article at all.
No. Well, I just looked like a total fool in front of the directors.
The board must think I'm a complete idiot who can't control his staff.
That any intern can do whatever they want here.
But there's something good in this. I'll never have to see you again, Rey.
Get out of here.
Pass by the HR office on your way out too.
[clatter]
[distant traffic humming]
[suspenseful music plays]
[tense music plays]
[tense music builds]
[waiter] I have to ask you to go.
I see patterns hidden in every single streak.
Patterns that arise out of fate and chaos.
[indistinct chatter]
[giggling, sighs]
Camila, are you staying for dinner?
-Yes, thanks. -Um…
-[Valentina] Can she sleep over too? -Sure.
Um, just let your parents know, please.
I can call them.
[door creaks]
[giggling resumes]
[Valentin, whispering] Shut up.
She'll get mad. I can't read his stuff.
If she finds out we interviewed him, my life is over.
-Looks like Kloster liked your interview. -Please don't say anything!
He asked me not to tell anyone because it's not in stores yet.
[indistinct whispering]
[girls laughing]
[Valentina whispering] Just don't tell Luciana.
I don't know why she's so afraid.
[breathing heavily]
[gasping]
[menacing music plays]
[menacing music builds]
[panting]
[metallic rattling]
-[clang] -[sizzling]
[rattling]
-[gasps] -What happened? Did you get burned?
No, it's fine.
I spoke to my mom and she said it's fine.
-I'm going out. Do you mind eating alone? -No, we're good.
Just stay in.
Take care. Stay safe, okay?
[TV announcer] Tonight, the world-famous writer
presents the novel he said is the most personal and complete
of his books.
Critics are anticipating that this may be
his most thrilling and captivating story yet.
This novel will be simultaneously released in French,
in German, and English.
Odile & Odette is on its way to great commercial and critical success.
-[doorbell rings] -Tonight, we will get to hear…
-the first chapter read by Kloster-- -[doorbell rings]
[doorbell continues ringing]
-[thump] -[sighs]
I'm very sorry.
I tried to publish it, I tried to get our story out, but nope.
It's not important. I need you to do me a favor right now.
No, I can't do any more, Luciana.
It's over. They crucified me at the newspaper.
I need to speak to Kloster. Tell me where.
I know you know how to find Kloster.
[sighs]
Well, I can tell you exactly where he is tonight.
But I think he might have his attention a little occupied.
It has to be done, Esteban.
Valentina will be the next victim.
I have an invitation for the press.
[tense music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
[excited chatter]
[Esteban] Excuse me, please. Excuse me, I'm invited.
Yes. I have an invite, all right?
-[guard] Press? -Yes.
Thank you.
[woman] Hey!
Why does he get to go through? Excuse me!
[Kloster] "…the code of Hammurabi…"
-"The set of laws…" -Excuse me.
[Kloster] "…god Marduk to the king of Babylon,
that have since that day ruled the lives of men."
"These laws are no longer sufficient."
[applause]
[crowd cheering]
[loud cheer]
[Kloster] An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth,
A life for a life.
The law of the talion
speaks to us about the human dimension of justice
that seeks a comparable punishment.
In Odile & Odette,
vengeance is not at a human scale, it's on a divine scale.
In Genesis, God warns us that he who kills Cain
will suffer vengeance seven times over.
[Kloster] But the Bible's description of that punishment
is not to be taken literally.
This is not a proportion that is beyond that which is fair or exaggerated. No.
In this, the Bible references the great anger of God.
How he is the manifestation
-of divine justice. -[shutter clicks]
In my newest novel,
this vengeance and…
this justice
is now complete.
And it's perfection.
[suspenseful music plays]
I just need to talk to him.
I can lure him up here. You stay put.
[applause]
[cheering]
[moderator] Odile & Odette, the new, remarkable novel by Kloster.
Thank you very much.
[Esteban] Excuse me.
-[Kloster] Thank you so much. -[Esteban] Kloster!
-Kloster! -I'll be signing books in just a minute.
Kloster!
[crowd clamoring]
Luciana's waiting on the third floor so she can talk with you,
about Valentina.
If you don't want a scene, you should go.
[guard] Please back up.
[indistinct chatter]
-[woman 1] Kloster. -[man 1] Over here.
[woman 2] Can I take a picture?
[journalist] We won't misquote you.
[man 2] Just a moment of your time…
[moderator] Now, we'll take a break. And after that…
-Kloster, could I have your signature? -[guard 2] Please, sir!
[José] Kloster, here, from The Metropolitan. Just one photo.
-Hey, stop. Don't touch me. -[woman 3] Kloster, please.
-[nervous breathing] -[suspenseful music playing]
You got it.
You got your revenge and it's perfect, right?
What else do you want?
There's no pain left in me anymore for this.
I've lived firsthand all the pain that I have caused you.
Only I could determine that.
How much more can I suffer?
I'd do anything to make it go away now.
That is in your own hands,
not mine.
It's always been up to you.
The only person that can put an end to this…
is you.
[tense orchestral music plays]
Esteban! Hey, what's up?
-Oh, how are you? -Good, but I thought you'd been fired.
No. Well, yeah, but I wanted to see this anyway.
And Valentina?
How can I trust that you'll never hurt Valentina?
I swear to you on my daughter's memory.
Nothing bad will happen to Valentina.
[footsteps approach]
[moderator] Kloster!
What are you doing here?
[moderator gasps] No!
-[woman screams] -[thud]
[crowd screaming]
-[panicked screaming] -[Esteban] Excuse me.
Excuse me.
[woman ] What happened? Did you see it?
[Esteban] Excuse me, excuse me.
-[woman 1] Did you see…? -[man 1] Did she jump?
She's my colleague. Let me through.
[indistinct panicked chatter]
[haunting music playing]
[haunting music continues]
[music fades]
-[bell tolling] -[birds chirping]
[bird squawking]
-[Valentina sobbing] -[footsteps approach]
-[sobbing continues] -[door creaks]
-[metal door clangs] -[sniffles]
Sorry for your loss.
[Valentina sobs]
Thank you.
Wait for me outside. I'll be there in a minute.
The one thing that's not clear to me is whether you're a grizzly mastermind
like in your novels,
or if this was a long, bad streak of fate.
A little bit of both.
She could be your daughter.
She could be.
Pauli would be her age by now.
A minor.
Next week, Valentina will turn 18 years old.
And she doesn't seem to mind the difference in our ages.
We have something in common that supersedes prejudice.
Both of us have lost our families.
You're just a murderer.
A monster.
A murderer?
A monster?
You're starting to sound like Luciana.
You should tread carefully though.
Before you end up like her.
[flames roaring]
[ominous music playing]
[sighs]
[haunting orchestral music plays]
[flames roar]
[fire crackles]
[music fades]
[orchestral music resumes]
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[music fades]
[orchestral music resumes]