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"One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light,
"but by making the darkness conscious." Carl Gustav Jung
Frank Molina!
FEAR, WITHOUT RESISTANCE, THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR. THE DARKNESS...
Frank Molina!
Why don't you answer?
Walk.
Come on.
Take care of my notebook. It's my diary.
It was left in the room. Please.
PROTESTS OVER WATER SCARCITY
TRIAL OF AUGUSTO POMBO CONTINUES
THE REFUGE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
SOUTH KASBAH 30 YEARS LATER
...tycoon Augusto Pombo
THE SEARCH CONTINUES FOR MAYOR POMBO'S KILLER
What time is it?
4:53 p.m.
I got used to sleeping with that machine's noise.
CONTROVERSIAL PROMOTION OF CAPTAIN ALMAGRO
...a refugee... for this...
PSYCHIATRIC
Thank you.
I liked what you wrote.
AUGUSTO POMBO WILL NOT GO TO JAIL
I don't like that others get the credit.
- How long are you going to hide? - Until Pombo gets tired.
Why don't you get tired?
Or do you just like to live like this?
I don't.
Are you coming after your shift?
I don't know. Lots of work at the hospital.
Honey...
I like it when you come.
What if you get tired of me?
Bye.
THE REFUGE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
No news, Miguelito?
With the new doses they're being prescribed,
they're docile.
Are you giving them the new doses in the morning?
Yes. Why? Don't you?
Eva, if they find out it'll get us both in trouble.
It's cool.
This is an official broadcast system.
Those who don't heed this call will be sanctioned by local governments.
Citizen presence is restricted on the streets.
Look. The smell is coming from up there.
Sarita.
What happened, Sarita? What happened?
Good morning.
- Gentlemen. - How are you?
Are you in charge?
No. I'm in charge.
I'm the head nurse, I was on call last night.
Who found the head?
A patient, at the shift change.
I knew him.
He worked here a few years ago.
I want to see the tapes
from all the security cameras in this place.
We don't have cameras here.
It's for the patients' privacy.
Dr. Amanda's orders.
I need a detailed list of every employee who's worked here.
And the patients too.
I can't give you any information on the patients.
I'm not asking you.
It's an order.
Miguel.
Go to the archive and bring up everything the Captain wants.
Rodríguez, interrogate the patient who found the head.
The patient is not well enough for questioning.
All the other patients too.
Someone must have seen something.
Or are they blind as well as crazy?
You're coming to the station with me.
To give a statement.
Look, good quality. Look. I'll make it cheap for you.
No, thanks.
Despite the measures taken by the police, a murderer remains at large,
which has led to an increase in hundreds of crimes,
particularly in the Kasbah area.
Criticism of the authorities has intensified
for their apparent inability to control the crime wave...
Damn! Professor, you almost hurt me.
Are you going to eat that?
Excuse me.
What did you find out?
Everything.
The old lady is an expert.
Forges any document for you, in the language you need.
They call her "the notary."
She's expecting you now.
Well, come on. You can eat that later.
Come on, Beto.
Dude, save some for me.
Is this real?
Leave that alone.
The paper is old,
of natural cellulose.
You can't get this anymore.
It was banned because of the trees and water.
The pencil graphite is old too.
It's lost its original tone.
This paper was torn out perhaps from an old school notebook.
Because of the lines.
The writing is quite desperate.
They can't keep it between the lines,
although you can see that they're trying.
What does that tell you?
Well... the writer couldn't see the lines,
for lack of light perhaps.
Or because, say...
their emotional state...
wouldn't let them. They were upset.
This isn't a typical handwriting sample.
It doesn't represent the author's everyday handwriting.
Is it possible this was written by the same person?
Is this yours?
At first glance, I would say it isn't the same person.
They are very different styles.
But look.
The "T" and the "P"...
...are quite similar.
I would say it is the same person,
but in different states of mind.
And at different times, right?
I mean, people change their handwriting over the years, right?
Yes, you can change the angle of the letters...
over time, lose detail...
but the "T" and "P" never change.
Everything okay?
I don't remember this José Pérez.
MONSTROUS DECAPITATION
"Chepe." They called him "Chepe."
"Chepe"?
Chepe... Chepe... Chepe...
No.
With everything they put in my head at that time,
how could I remember anyone?
I worked with him for a while.
He was fired a few years ago, I don't remember when.
Why was he fired?
He was a violent guy.
He messed with a patient, the son of someone important.
They asked him to resign, and he left.
Who was it? Who was the patient?
I don't know.
I don't remember.
It was a long time ago.
Did you sell pills to "Chepe" too?
Oh, honey...
Come here.
And you? How was your night?
Very lonely.
Without you.
It says here that a certain "Chepe" had several incidents with patients.
That was a long time ago. There have been no more incidents.
Coincidentally, a long time ago,
another nurse of yours, named Ortega,
was also involved in "incidents."
Yes, and they were both fired at the time.
But tell me something. You came here to do what?
To investigate a crime or to poke around?
To see how this hospital works?
And how does this hospital work?
A place like this, which has no security cameras or records...
Must be because it's hiding something.
Look, our patients are here on an absolutely voluntary basis.
What's more, we don't even have a doorman.
They know the benefits we give them.
So...
if you plan to pry more closely outside this office,
you are going to have to bring me a warrant from a proper authority...
Captain.
- Look, ma'am... - Doctor.
I am an authority.
Don't forget it.
Frank Molina.
Oh, Frank Molina...
Yes, Frank Molina was here many years ago.
I know that, I read it in the file.
But I don't know if you know that Frank Molina...
was the journalist who disappeared
after publishing Mr. Augusto Pombo's research.
He is also the main benefactor of this hospital.
Look, Captain.
If you take confidential information again,
you will end your career cleaning the toilets at the station.
I just have to pick up the phone.
I also know how to pick up the phone.
The only thing I'm asking for is respect.
And a little cooperation, that's all.
Excuse me, ma'am.
That's it.
Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!
Son of a bitch.
Why didn't you tell me? I was so worried.
Are... Are you okay?
Yes. Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you.
I had to change my hiding place.
I need to talk to you.
Okay.
This is my brother. Can I have a minute?
Thank you. What is it?
Look.
I don't know. Someone left that tied up on the door of my house.
Is that blood?
Are they threatening you, Frank?
I just don't know. I don't know what's going on.
That's why I need to ask you if you know where my notes are.
My younger writings, from the psychiatric ward.
Who kept all that? Who has it? My writings.
- How should I know? - Carmen, come on.
I may have written that note. Do you understand?
I need to know.
Who has them? Who kept them? Where are they?
What do I know, Frank? I don't remember anything from that time.
Why don't you stay here with me tonight?
No.
Don't worry, I'm fine.
I need to understand.
I can't understand why anyone would leave this in my house.
I don't understand. What for? Why?
You're scaring me, Frank.
Do you remember the last time you started with...
Remember what happened?
- Okay, I'm leaving. - Where are you going?
- No, we'll talk later.
- Wait. - Later, later...
These eyes are not from that head.
What do you mean "not from that head"?
The victim is too large, as well as the eye sockets.
They don't match the diameter of these eyes.
That means there must be another victim, Serruchito.
This came in a couple of weeks ago.
It didn't have eyes either.
David Ortega?
The removal was performed in a very crude manner.
With cruelty.
Although, for the time being, there's no evidence
to conclude in what order the murderer executed his crime.
Toxicology tests show a neurotoxic substance in both bodies.
They were drugged before?
Look, Frank.
You know that I've never meddled in your affairs.
But how come you're walking around with a pair of eyeballs in your jacket?
Then that...
And this.
What's going on, Frank?
No. I don't know.
Mrs. Elena, how are you?
Do you have a black rabbit?
Of course. Go ahead.
- What kinds do you have? - I have chicken.
What else is there?
Chicken and rabbit for me.
I'm not having that on mine.
No, the small one. That's mine.
Yes.
Your order arrived, Karla.
No shit, Molina. I've been waiting for you for an hour.
Look, there's your new article for you to publish.
About Augusto Pombo's trial again?
Again.
As many as it takes, even if nothing comes out of it.
Two favors.
What are they?
Do not edit my copy.
Just because you put your name on them doesn't mean you can do whatever you want.
You know how an editor-in-chief works.
Well, stand firm, lady! Be tough.
- Defend them! - And the other favor?
I need information about a story that I'm sure you covered.
A certain Ortega.
He arrived with no eyes a few weeks ago.
Get me the address of the property and all the case material.
Photos, notes, documents. Whatever there is.
And keep your eyes open, lady.
It's not just any street thug that's on the loose in the Kasbah.
The police haven't realized.
Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. - How can I help you?
I had a few more questions. I came down here to save you the trouble.
What are they?
So you're the one who runs all the supply here?
Of patient doses, yes.
Right.
The doses...
I don't know if you remember, but I asked you on several occasions
which of the patients had problems with Chepe and Ortega.
Okay.
To refresh your memory, I'll ask you for an inventory
of each psychiatric medication you have custody of.
Of course, I remember perfectly that you asked me that question.
But I also remember that I told you I didn't know.
Yes.
And that's why I'm here.
There was a patient who's been going around and around in my head.
Frank Molina.
Was he here when the nurses were murdered?
I don't remember.
You should take something for your memory.
Because what if the next one that turns up dead,
headless and eyeless, is you?
Don't you remember you were a nurse at this hospital at that time?
So?
Tell me about Frank Molina.
Okay, with the right eye, third row. There.
Okay.
There has been considerable deterioration after your last checkup, Isaac.
Your case is very unusual.
- And I don't have clear evidence... - How long?
I don't know.
Seeing the development in the last few months, I'd say very little.
Months?
Weeks...
Days.
At best.
Thank you.
Half an hour waiting for you!
No need for fuss, Prof.
Besides, you're not the only customer I have in the morning.
Did you bring the tool?
Yes, I have it right here.
- Who is he? - "Was."
His name was David Ortega.
Keep looking.
Prof. Prof.!
I found this.
That guy was a real addict.
THE REFUGE PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
I thought I could trust you.
What are you saying?
You worked at the psychiatric hospital when I was an inpatient.
- Not now, Frank. Please. - Yes. Yes, now.
Why didn't you say anything?
The entire hell that I lived through then was practically erased from my mind.
If we knew each other, you should have told me.
- That's the first thing to say. - What for?
On the contrary, I think it's great that we could leave that behind.
Start over.
No, instead you tell me why Captain Almagro is asking about it.
- What do you mean? - Yes.
- What do you mean? - Yes!
According to him, you knew the victims too.
And you also had reason to hate them.
- To take revenge. - Stop, stop, stop.
Look.
Do you want to say something?
Don't get confused, lady.
I'm investigating the case myself.
And all the answers are in that psychiatric facility.
That's why I need the file with the complete list of patients.
- No. - No, yes! Yes.
No.
I've already risked too much giving the papers to Almagro.
Go on your own and get what you want.
You know I can't go over there!
I can't go to that fucking hospital.
I can't. You know I can't.
I can't.
Do me this last favor.
Please, Eva.
What's up, Prof.?
What is it?
The morgue guy is looking for you.
It's kind of urgent.
No.
Wait for me here.
What is it?
I'm sorry, Frank.
Give me another.
She was found last night in a train carriage.
What time last night?
Close to midnight.
Watch out, Frank.
The police are searching for a suspect.
There are passengers saying they saw her talking to you.
She was holding a pair of eyes which correspond to Chepe's.
What was the cause of death?
We have to wait for the results of the autopsy.
But she has a puncture in her neck.
She was injected with something?
Yes.
She has a cocktail of psychiatric drugs in her blood
with traces of scopolamine.
So she probably lost her free will and was under the killer's control.
It's the same substance found in Chepe's blood.
It's the same killer.
Well...
this time there was no eye removal.
Look, Frank.
I have to proceed with the autopsy.
But go ahead and say goodbye, brother.
My sweetheart...
Mr. Pombo, this way, please!
Mr. Pombo, sir!
We want to know...
Mr. Augusto Pombo, how do you respond to the judge's decision?
The District Attorney doesn't have sufficient evidence to press charges.
And he has not obtained this evidence
because, quite simply, such evidence does not exist.
All this is nothing but a lie from my political enemies.
Sir, another question. Is there water under the Kasbah?
I wouldn't know how to answer that.
Rojas.
Will you take legal action against Frank Molina
for harming your reputation?
Frank Molina.
Isaac.
A young man with serious issues...
- Did he know you were coming? - No.
I don't want you to say anything.
The death of my son has been terrible for me.
He was a man...
who loved this city.
He loved it.
He thought about it.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
- Thank you, sir. - Thank you, Mr. Pombo.
I don't want any more excuses.
I want solutions, Rojas. Solutions!
Engineers say that nearby springs are dry.
They have to survey Kasbah again to see how much water is there.
Mr. Augusto...
Excuse me for interfering, sir, but I think it's best to wait.
The situation is not easy.
There are drawbacks.
Don't overstep your limits, Rojas.
Shut up!
Yes, sir.
One other thing, Mr. Augusto.
Captain Almagro wants you. He's outside.
He says it's urgent.
Leave us alone.
I hope you have a good reason for this unwanted visit.
Yes, I do.
I'm investigating a case at the psychiatric hospital.
And a person of interest came up.
What person?
Frank Molina.
If I had wanted to catch Frank Molina, I would have done so long ago.
If Frank Molina is still alive, it's because he knows how to hide.
Let's speak plainly.
What are you proposing?
I have a way to prove...
that Frank Molina could be the monster of the Kasbah.
A MONSTER ON THE LOOSE IN THE KASBAH
What I am offering you, Mr. Augusto,
is a public lynching.
Good to see you, father.
Don't call me "father."
As you can see, I haven't worn the habit since they threw me out of the parish.
What about faith?
"Faith."
Here. Here...
I'm working with some of these guys on a new project.
Sometimes... I need this too.
Six months...
clean...
sober.
Six months!
Let me show you something.
Hey! Make way.
Make way! Break it up!
"Before the dawn
"the night is darkest.
"To go to paradise, first you have to go through hell.
"The path to the light
"is through the darkness."
"That...
"...is the way of the initiated."
No one has been able to understand those words before.
Did you write it?
No, maybe. I don't know.
I don't remember.
Maybe, when younger.
The paper is... old.
I think the pencil too. When I was young. I don't remember.
I don't remember.
Maybe an old diary.
Sir, visits are over for the day.
Come tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.
I know the answer is here.
I know I have to find it. I know it's here.
I know it's all here. Inside here. And I think.
As soon as I wake up, I think and try to understand,
but the more I think, the more I run into a brick wall.
I can't see anything. I understand absolutely nothing.
I don't understand.
And it's as if this whole past that I don't remember
has come down on me like a steamroller.
I don't know how to defend myself, whether to stay put or leave.
I don't know what to do. I'm desperate.
The past is our deepest identity.
We don't have to defend ourselves from the past.
To enter the darkness you have to go lightly.
Without fear. Without fear.
Darkness is nothing more than a door, Frank.
An inevitable gateway to infinity.
Darkness is the key. That's everyone's future.
Where is the archive?
I need to know where you keep the records.
Where is the archive?
The archive!
Where is the archive?
Down the stairs. In the basement.
You have to learn to make friends with the shadows.
Darkness is nothing more than a door, Frank.
An inevitable gateway to infinity.
...towards the light...
through the darkness.
Towards the light, through the darkness.
FRANK MOLINA
ISAAC POMBO
Amen. Amen.
I'm close.
I'm very close now.
- What will you do to him? Electroshock? - Electroshock. yes.
Everyone is blind. They can't see.
The killer is here, in this place.
No one is safe here, no one is going to be saved.
You're always emerging from hell.
Of course. Who else?
Augusto...
Have you noticed that whenever you win...
you lose?
You always lose.
Always.
Miguel, get everything ready.
You lose.
You always lose.
Dr. Pombo, the thing is that this patient
is having a psychotic episode that we have to control.
We must decide whether to turn him over to the authorities
or keep him here, as an inpatient.
Do what you have to do.
Frank Molina is a danger to society.
We have to control him.
Sir, I'm organizing the archive now to deliver into your custody.
Who better than you, right?
Who has been so generous to this hospital for so long.
Thank you very much.
Miguel...
Sir.
What the hell is this?
What are you doing here?
Dinner's ready, Dad.
How did you get in?
I prepared your favorite meal, Dad.
Let's eat together,
and after that, you'll never hear from me again.
I want to warn you.
As sick as I am,
I'm not going to give you the pleasure of dying yet.
You know something, Dad?
I'm going to go blind soon,
and I wanted to have one last memory of you
before being left in complete darkness.
For example...
a pleasant dinner.
Father and son.
I know you're looking for me, Frank.
Isaac...
I wasn't completely honest with you, Dad.
I haven't told you the truth about why I came to see you.
Okay.
I came to forgive you, Dad.
Forgive...
You think, because you've suffered, you're better than everyone else?
You're wrong.
Just like your mother.
And you've come to forgive me? For what?
For humiliating me...
and committing me to that psychiatric hospital...
until I lost my sight.
My blindness, Dad, is psychological, not physical.
You condemned me to darkness.
All losers... are just like you.
They're always looking to blame someone for their failures.
You never accepted your condition,
you never fought to get better.
The opposite of your brother.
Your brother, may he rest in glory, was the light of my eyes.
- You are nothing but a weakling. - That weakness...
Dad...
has been my strength all my life.
You...
condemned me to hell in that mental hospital.
And that's where I met someone more disturbed than me.
Frank Molina.
I've always been his shadow.
He hurt you,
and I'm here to finish you off.
What did you give me, you crazy asshole?
I want you to gouge your eyes out,
Dad.
Anger and hatred are useful when you are 18 years old.
But things have changed.
Now we have to be more astute and courageous.
What are you talking about?
Of the revenge I took on your behalf,
on behalf of myself and on all those who will survive
the times of darkness that are to come.
I know what you suffered, Frank.
The darkness.
I experienced it too.
But it didn't manage to break me.
Do you know why?
Because I had already made friends with it.
I've always been inspired by what you wrote.
From a distance, I kept the promise I made to you.
What promise?
To retrieve and take care of this.
I've read every page of this notebook so many times, I can't remember.
It's been with me all my life.
What do you want with me, Isaac?
That you take responsibility for what you wrote.
To be up to the task.
This hospital has to burn, Frank.
And the people who hurt us have to pay.
Eva was...
Eve was complicit and obedient
to a system to which neither you nor I belong.
Our families...
condemned us to this hell.
We need to finish your work, Frank.
To punish them.
Punish...
Carmen...
How are you, Frank?
I don't know.
Do you know what day it is?
No.
Get dressed, you're going.
I was ordered to give you a stronger dose, but I didn't listen.
You were sedated for several days, so you need to drink a lot of water.
Don't drink any alcohol.
Watch your step.
Come on.
Why are you doing this?
For Eva.
Here.
Here is all the information you were looking for.
- What is it? - Where's Lázaro?
Come on.
Slowly...
Be careful.
This way.
Trust. No.
There. That's it. That's it.
Come on.
Help me.
A doctor!
I've been waiting for you.
Come.
How do you feel?
Better.
I don't remember anything.
What is this place, Lázaro?
These people? What's going on?
This is a drawing of Derinkuyu.
Cappadocia, Turkey.
It's the first known bunker.
Our ancestors
took refuge to protect themselves from the disaster on the surface.
Possibly because of the climatic disaster of the last glaciation.
We're going to build our own bunker.
Our subterranean society.
It's the last hope in the face of what is to come.
And what do you think is coming next?
Darkness, Frank.
Darkness.
We're ready.
We'll be leaving soon.
- You're coming with me. - What? No.
Don't you realize that Father Lázaro has gone mad?
No, I'm going with them.
In fact, you should come with us.
Carmen...
What are you and Lázaro up to?
Carmen.
Come with us, Frank.
You know very well what I have to do.
What?
Write?
What for?
Carmen, resistance is forever. Don't forget.
No...
Turn up the volume.
All units, fire in The Refuge Psychiatric Hospital.
Step on it. You heard it, go!
I never thought you were such a coward.
You're inferior to your writing.
The Diary of Shadow is a prophetic writing,
and I understood it from a very young age.
I thought you were the envoy,
the messenger who brought us the forbidden word.
You wrote that, outside, the world would be a threat,
a punishment zone.
Only those who take refuge in shelters,
underground or in caves chosen in advance,
would be able to save their lives. And their loved ones.
Entire hordes would carry their belongings on their shoulders,
carrying their children on their backs,
crossing valleys and mountains in search of water
and a few crumbs of bread.
We would be wandering drifters with no destination.
The shadow approaches.
The end is here. It's here.
And your words will continue to illuminate in the midst of darkness.
Our old homes will be empty.
The sand will settle on the objects.
The streets will become hollow corridors of ghost cities.
You...
buried in that hole,
managed to foresee everything that was to come.
You weren't sick,
but a prophet, Frank.
Only those of us who have been initiated in the darkness
will survive in the midst of the looming shadow.
I'll wait for you in the darkness, Frank.
In the darkness.
THE INITIATED:
WRITTEN FROM THE SHADOWS
INSPIRED BY THE LITERARY WORKS OF MARIO MENDOZA
IN MEMORY OF KEVIN MUÑOZ