How are you, Miren? How do you feel?
This is the final test.
A test of endurance.
Total surrender to God.
If you hold on for more than a day, the game's over.
Nacho, please.
I stopped by your place. I hope you don't mind.
I wanted to grab this.
That's not my sister.
It's some classmate who thought she was an artist or something.
Nacho, let me go.
Let me go, damn it! Let me go!
You're so obsessed with those lost girls.
You don't think straight. It blinds you.
Let me go!
-Miren. -Nacho!
-Help! -Calm down.
Miren, calm down. Okay?
They're going to catch you.
You won't get away with this.
They're going to catch you.
Please, let me go.
Let me go!
Please. I'm begging you, Nacho.
Borja.
Borja, please.
Let me go!
The first thing you'll notice that it'll get harder to breathe. Okay?
At first, you'll have the strength to breathe,
but soon, little by little, you'll struggle to exhale.
Then comes hypoxemia,
which is a lack of oxygen in your blood.
Then hypercapnia.
Let me go!
Fucking let me go!
At that point, little by little, your organs will start to fail.
You'll be in so much pain you'll beg me to stop.
-I killed Allison out of mercy. -Son of a bitch.
-Out of mercy. -Son of a bitch!
Fucking let me go! Let me go!
But you'll make it, Miren.
You'll make it. Borja, let's go.
Nacho.
Nacho, let me go.
-You're doing great, Miren. -Let me go!
I said let me go!
Let me go, Nacho!
Borja!
THE SNOW GIRL 2
THE SOUL GAME
The police came to my house. They're onto us.
No, they'll be busy with the principal for a few days.
What if you left prints on the Bible?
Dude, this is getting out of hand.
Listen to me, this isn't the time for doubts, okay?
You're my apostle, right?
And the first player.
Borja.
-Yes. -Okay? Come on.
Yes, but…
-What's wrong? -Dude, we have to stop this.
Borja, you passed your tests.
You proved your faith to me, right?
That's why I told you the truth when you were half-dead in the hospital.
I told you who I am.
Right? Tell me who I am.
-The Raven of God. -The Raven of God.
That's it.
Okay? Let's go.
Keep an eye on her tonight. This will all be over tomorrow.
Good night.
Nacho.
COME TO OUR MEETING
THE DEFENSE OF LIFE WITH CHRISTIAN VALUES
Come here.
Sit down.
Where were you?
I went for a walk.
You didn't go to your game. You won't answer our calls.
We've been worried.
You know your aunt can't sleep if she doesn't know where you are.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Won't you tell us where you've been?
I just needed to be alone.
I didn't feel like going to the game.
I'm sorry, but…
with all this Allison stuff,
it's stirring up what happened with Laura.
Okay, go get changed.
What is it?
Sorry for the late call. They just woke me up too.
-Funny how that works. -Who is it?
It's work. Go back to sleep.
What is it?
Borja Pineda's mom has been calling the station all night.
Her son disappeared, and he's not answering his phone.
-When did she see him last? -Yesterday.
She said right after we left, he called someone and left the house.
-Does she know who he called? -Borja told her he called a classmate.
What do you think?
Could it be related to that game?
We need to talk to that class again to see if he's contacted anyone.
-I'll get dressed and head to the station. -I'll meet you there.
See you soon. Bye.
The number you're calling is unavailable. Please leave a message.
Miren, I've left so many messages already.
I have new information about Laura. It's big. It changes everything.
We need to talk.
I know we argued yesterday, but…
I've called a thousand times. I came to your place, you're not here.
I just hope you're not doing anything stupid, okay?
Call me, please.
Stop calling me. I don't want to talk.
-Please. -No, Tomás, wait. Wait, please.
I need to check something with you. It's important.
We need to meet. Where are you?
Leaving Málaga, on my way to the airport.
What? You're leaving?
Yeah. My dad's sending me back to London for treatment, to get better.
I just need five minutes, okay? Just five minutes. It's about Laura.
-Tomás, it's important. -No, please.
Five minutes, that's all.
Jaime, listen. This was all my fault, okay?
My psychiatrist and my father told me I filled your head with nonsense.
The paranoid theories I told you are just fabrications…
-Tomás, listen to me. -…so I don't have to let go of Laura.
What I need to do is accept that she left me. She's gone.
I'm going to hang up. Please, don't call me again.
Have you heard of the Green House?
Let's talk one more time. Okay?
I promise I won't bother you again.
Let's meet now, at the botanical garden.
Help.
Help!
Nacho!
This one's okay.
Public Safety have sent out Pineda's picture.
We have to call the judge.
We need to access his phone. If it's on, we can track him.
But we have to do it now.
Look. There he is.
You're Nacho, right?
-Yes. Are you here for my uncle again? -No. We want to talk to you.
We called you, but you won't answer your phone.
Sorry, I never answer unknown numbers. Is there a problem?
We're interrogating your class, all of Allison's classmates.
Why? Everyone says it was Garrido, right?
Yeah, people talk a lot.
A former Los Arcos student is missing.
He was in your class last year. Borja Pineda. Know him?
Pineda? Yeah.
Have you spoken to him? Has he called you?
No. We weren't friends. He was a bit weird.
-Are you sure? -Yes.
Have you heard of The Soul Game?
Yeah. My aunt told me about it.
Had you heard of it before that?
-No. -You've never heard of The Soul Game?
No, not before that.
How old were you when your sister disappeared?
Eight.
I imagine Allison's case has stirred up some things for you.
Are you okay?
I'm managing, like everybody else.
Can I go now?
Careful on the bike, the ground's wet.
Did he give a statement?
-He and all his classmates. -And?
He says he was at the movies.
Tomás, hey.
Why did you ask me about the Green House?
Someone mentioned it, but I need to know what it means to you.
It's one of my father's houses.
We used to go as kids, but no one's gone there in years.
Did Laura ever go there?
We spent a weekend there once. My father took us.
Where is it exactly?
It's your turn. What do you know about Laura?
-Answer me first. -No, tell me what you know about Laura.
Laura might have been pregnant when she went missing.
What?
I'm sorry.
-Could it have been yours? -No. We never…
Who told you?
I can't tell you.
-Who told you? -Tomás, I can't.
They seem reliable, okay?
I knew it.
I swear I knew.
I knew she was seeing someone. She always denied it.
We argued, and I was super jealous, but I knew it.
Who was the other guy?
-Tell me where the Green House is. -Tell me who fucked her.
-You don't want to know. -Who fucked my girlfriend?
If you want to know where the house is, tell me everything now.
I've been told Laura was with your father.
What are you talking about?
Who told you that? That's ridiculous. They're lying.
They could be. I can't say for sure, but…
They told me Laura was at the Green House with your father the day she disappeared.
If that's true, your father lied in his statement.
This is…
This is ridiculous.
-Screw this. -Tomás.
If I find out you're running around saying this stuff about my dad,
I'll destroy your career.
I'll ruin your life. Understood?
-Okay, Tomás. -Leave me alone!
Didn't you hear what I just said? Fuck!
You were the one that wanted me to find Laura.
My father's a good man. He loves me. He'd never do something like that.
You've been looking for the truth forever. I get it, okay?
I get that you might want to give up, but I'm a journalist.
I'm doing my job, you know? I…
If you loved Laura,
help me.
Help me, man. You'll stop feeling guilty.
-I don't feel guilty. -Of course you do.
You feel guilty because you think she left you
because you weren't…
enough for her, right?
-No. -Yes.
I understand you.
I understand how you feel, but…
You can't live like that.
Don't you see?
Look at yourself.
Help me, Tomás.
-I said I won't talk to the press. -I've got something on Laura.
That case is closed.
Román, we both know that investigation was botched.
-Jesus Christ. -Hear me out, please.
Please.
Hello?
Perla!
-No! -Hi. How are you?
I'm looking for Alberto Mendoza. Is he home?
Hi. No, he's not.
-How can I help you? -Do you live here?
-Yes. -Sorry. I'm Jaime Bernal.
A journalist at Diario Sur.
I'm writing a story, and I wanted to ask him a few questions.
-Maybe I can ask you. -About what?
About…
her.
Laura Valdivia. Remember her?
Yes.
-Let's go inside. -Sure.
What took you so long?
Why are the police looking for you?
Sorry. I think my mother called them.
What?
-She knows I didn't come home last night. -Is your phone on?
Yes.
Shit! I told you to turn it off!
They can track you! Didn't I tell you that?
Yes. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
Give it to me.
Here.
What about the phone that's inside? That one's on.
No sim card in that one. It can't be tracked.
Didn't your mom have to work at the hospital?
-They must've changed her shift. -They changed her shift.
As if I don't have enough on my plate, and you have to come and add to it.
Seriously.
Nacho.
-Nacho, wait. -What?
Wait.
What's wrong, Borja?
The thing is…
Look.
I've been thinking, okay? And…
That woman is about to die, right?
It'd be best if we let her go.
-What are you saying? -The police are on us. I'm an adult.
-I could do years in jail. -Let's finish the game.
-Let's go. -No.
-"No"? -No. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
Are you abandoning me too? I saved you when you were at your worst.
You were a laughingstock, Borja.
I brought you closer to God.
-I know. I appreciate it-- -You don't appreciate shit.
Did the game make you feel alive, Borja? It did, right?
-Answer me. -Listen. I'm out.
Okay? I'm out.
I won't tell anyone.
I promise.
I've taken care of this land all my life,
since Mr. Mendoza was young.
I owe him everything and more.
People aren't loyal anymore.
So, what do you remember about her?
The girl that went missing was Mr. Tomás' girlfriend.
Are you always here, at the estate?
Sometimes I shop in town. It's a few miles away, but that's it.
And Mr. Mendoza comes here every once in a while, right?
Once in a blue moon.
We're in the mountains in the middle of nowhere.
Why would he come here?
And why did you lie to the police?
Out of loyalty?
Alberto Mendoza and Laura Valdivia were lovers, right?
And they came to this house.
They were here the day Laura disappeared, right?
Together.
You shouldn't go around saying those things.
You thought he wouldn't find out?
-Hey, put that down. -Move it.
-Put that down. -Go outside.
Come on.
Move it.
-Okay. -Walk.
-All right. -Fucking walk.
Hey, Alberto. Wait. Can we talk?
I told you to stop investigating!
-You're not… -On your knees!
You're not like this. My father has told me about you.
Tell me about it.
What do you want to talk about? Huh?
About Laura.
What happened? Was she pregnant? Did she want to keep it?
-You have no idea. -Tell me.
Shut up!
Shit.
-What should we do? -Wait.
Don't do something stupid. Wait.
-You're a good man, Alberto. -You have no fucking idea who I am!
-What do you know? -What did you do to Laura? What happened?
Did you kill her?
No!
Of course not.
You can do the right thing now. We can.
We can do the right thing.
That's right. Come on.
Put that down. Look at me.
Put it down.
Hey, put it down.
Come on.
Do the right thing.
That's it.
Listen.
-You called the police, you bastard. -No.
-You called the police, asshole! -That's it.
Drop your weapon! Last warning!
Drop the rifle!
Put it down.
Hey, put it down.
No!
Why, sir? Why?
No.
Please, help.
Help.
Hey, how are you?
It's a miracle you're alive.
Thank you.
When you called me, I didn't believe you.
But you sent a police car.
I was worried you'd sneak onto private property.
I was sick of you.
-Okay. We're all done. -Thank you.
Thank you.
We have to find Laura's body.
If she's here, we'll find her.
Can I go now?
No, I'm sorry.
You'll have to give another statement to the DA.
Let's go. I'll take you to the station.
The number you're calling is currently unavailable.
-Go back, Román. -Why?
Go back, please. Just a second.
-What's wrong? -A little more.
A little more. Stop.
What is it?
Jaime, where are you going?
Jai…
Hello?
Stop.
Don't worry. I'm a police officer.
Are you Laura Valdivia?
Hey, send an ambulance to the groundskeeper's house.
No, that won't be necessary.
My son and I are okay.
Leave us alone, please.
I don't want to go back.
Perfect, thanks.
-Talk to you later. Bye. -Chaparro.
-What is it? -Hurry. Let's go.
What is it?
The warrant for Borja Pineda's phone. It's been on all night.
-Did they locate it? -Yes.
Miren.
Wake up.
Miren, wake up. Miren.
You're hanging in there all right. Allison had to take drugs.
You're doing great.
It's almost over. Want some water?
Why did you kill her?
You still don't get it?
Look, Allison was…
She was fucked up.
I saw her every day in class.
I invented the game a year earlier.
I took Garrido's Soul Game and improved it.
Did you like it?
The first thing I did was…
play with Borja.
I didn't think he'd…
he'd do the motorcycle thing, but…
You know what Borja's problem was?
He was lonely.
He needed someone.
So I asked him to help me with this.
With you.
And Allison?
Allison?
Allison was messed up, Miren.
Some neighborhood thug had knocked her up. She needed…
to believe in something again.
She needed to renew her faith.
The thing is, I'm telling you, faith, religion, all that stuff…
I couldn't care less about it.
Why me?
Why do all this?
You promised me that you'd find my sister.
-What happened to her isn't my fault. -It's not your fault?
It's not your fault?!
Huh?!
It's not your fault?
Why the fuck didn't you look for her?
Why the fuck didn't you look for her? Huh?
Why didn't you look for her like you looked for stupid Amaya Martín?
Because she didn't sell papers?
Why the fuck not? Huh?
-Tell me. -I'm sorry.
-You're sorry? -I'm sorry.
You're sorry? I was left alone in the world.
Alone.
I didn't have anybody.
Not one person.
I can't get you out of my head, Miren.
I can't get you out of my head.
I was dying to play with you.
That's why I sent you the letter, and you fell for it.
I read your book so many times.
You gave us so much insight into your pain… and your fears.
Did you really think nobody would take advantage of you?
I did this so you would know what loneliness feels like.
Right?
How it feels to lose someone.
To be empty, Miren.
Empty.
I'm going to show you something.
Look.
An insulin injection for your beloved professor, and off he went.
-No. -Yes.
-No! -Yes.
No.
Do something.
Please, do something! Now!
No. Eduardo!
A doctor, please!
Nacho, what have you done? No!
It hurts, doesn't it?
-It hurts, right? -No!
Look at me. It hurts, right?
It hurts, right? Huh?
It hurts, right?
Miren.
What are you doing?
Miren, wake up. Wake up, Miren.
Miren!
Miren.
Holy shit.
Miren, please. Miren.
Listen to me, please, Miren.
Miren.
Listen to me, Miren.
Miren!
Miren, listen to me. Miren!
Miren!
Goddammit.
Miren!
You want to kill me?
Kill me!
Let me go!
Call and have them run the license plates.
Carmen.
Run this license plate. 3123, Golf, Tango, Quebec.
And this motorcycle too.
Chaparro!
Coming.
-What is it? -He's dead.
Jesus Christ. There's a body here! A young male.
It's Borja Pineda.
Send backup and an ambulance now.
Look at me.
Miren, look at me, please.
Miren, listen to me.
Miren.
Why didn't you look for her, Miren?
No. Miren, no.
I'm alone.
I'm all alone.
Miren.
Hello?
Are you sure?
Belén.
It's Miren's car.
Miren!
Nacho is dead.
-Chaparro, the ambulance! -Come to the beach!
-Miren. -Come to the cove.
We need that ambulance now! Hurry!
Talk to me.
Talk to me. Are you okay?
Miren.
Talk to me.
Look at me.
Miren.
Stay with me.
I'm here. It's okay.
Look at me. It's Millán.
I'm here. It's okay.
You'll be okay, right?
Say you will.
ONE YEAR LATER
Alberto suggested I go to the Green House to spend the rest of the pregnancy there.
Not having the baby, getting an abortion… It never crossed our minds.
It went against our beliefs.
Why didn't you get in touch with your aunt and uncle or brother?
I thought about it.
I thought about it many times.
But if anyone found out about us, Alberto's life would've been ruined.
But it wasn't just about him.
It would've broken my aunt and uncle's heart.
It was for the best.
Whose idea was it to leave your phone at the station?
Alberto's.
He took care of everything.
Do you know what this is?
This forensic psychiatric report
said you were dependent on anyone who showed you affection.
That you had submissive tendencies, and suffered from low self-esteem.
Laura, I suppose you know that a lot of people think you're a victim.
I'm not a victim.
When I fell in love with Alberto, I made a mistake in the eyes of God.
My sacrifice was devoting myself to the Lord.
Leaving the world behind.
I want to make sure that's clear.
Of course.
Well, Laura.
I have enough now. Thank you so much.
I know you haven't taken any interviews this past year.
Where is Miren Rojo?
I need to talk to her.
I have to tell her I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
For my brother.
For what he did to her.
I heard she's left journalism. No one knows where she is.
I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Good luck, Laura.
WHERE IS MIREN ROJO? HAS ANYONE SEEN HER?
IS MIREN ROJO MISSING?
MIREN ROJO? SHE'S PROBABLY WRITING ANOTHER BOOK…
I HOPE SHE TURNS UP SOON.
-Come on! Police! -Hands up!
-Don't move! Police! -Hands up, sir.
Don't move. Police!
-Police! -Right.
-Clear. -Left.
-Downstairs. -Clear.
Here.
This one's clear.
Clean.
Let's go!
Down here!
Knock it down.
Knock it down?
-Don't move. Police! -Don't move.
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Subtitle translation by: Molly Yurick