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"Isolados" (2014) AKA "Isolated" (Translated title)
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Grandma?
Help!
Help!
Is anybody there?
Help!
No!
ISOLATED
ONE WEEK LATER
Do you have any batteries?
- Here you go. - Batteries.
I said "batteries", not "booze".
Oh, batteries...
I'm sorry, sir, I'm not feeling well today.
I don't know what will happen to us around here...
- What are you referring to? - Haven't you heard?
Mrs. Cleuza's granddaughter was found in the woods.
Eleven years old. It wasn't even recognizable.
They killed her with a knife and a stick.
And the worst is,
they "touched" her body.
They did things you only do with the living.
- I don't follow... - They killed first,
then they "touched" the girl, understand?
They abused her.
Dead?
And she wasn't the first.
Please, my girlfriend is delicate,
she's coming over, don't tell her any of this.
- Fine. - All set.
Now I just need to show you this map
and maybe ask for your help.
- But this is close by... - Yes, close by.
- But, will you stay even...? - We know it might rain,
but we'll just cozy up inside.
You can keep the change, OK?
Thanks.
It's weird, there was supposed to be an entrance on the left.
Get the other map...
Wow... It's bigger than I thought.
All these directions, for dirt roads.
Only you, to find a house like this...
Kiva, quiet!
Come here.
I'm sorry.
Wow, I thought the Mr. and Mrs. weren't coming.
- Because of the rumors about... - "You".
You can call us "you".
I had already closed everything back.
Look.
The whole house is like this.
Glasses on the door, windows...
Even in the bathroom there are these little blocks.
You can see everything the other's doing inside.
That's why it's better not having people around.
So they don't get in the way, right?
Wow...
So many suitcases, huh?
No, no... There's no need.
I usually help people by taking the suitcases...
It really isn't necessary.
That's OK, I have to get going, it's a long way back.
- I'll be going, then. - What's your name?
- Luzia. - Luzia...
Bye.
What a nosy woman...
I'm glad she's leaving just as we're arriving.
And the house?
Did you like it?
It's a house with a past.
Do the owners come here a lot?
They only lend it to friends.
Or friends' acquaintances.
That would be us.
Lucky us.
I didn't even bring a cellphone, can you believe it?
I can.
Why would you need a cellphone?
I'm here.
Funny boy...
Aren't you going to unpack?
Later.
Where are you going?
Just for a walk.
- Alone? - Yeah.
I won't go far.
Over there.
Do you see anything down there?
No, sir.
Found it!
They didn't kill that girl far from here.
They're around here.
Lauro, do we have Parmesan cheese?
Lauro...
Damn...
Hi. Can you help me?
Just a second... Let me get my things.
I burned my finger...
Does it hurt?
It burns a little.
Let me see it.
A kiss will make it better.
- Are you working? - No.
Just organizing my files.
SIX MONTHS BEFORE
Where did you find her?
On the street. She thinks she's dead.
She wants to leave because she says there's no oxygen here.
And she also took a pen from the nurse
and tried to cut her own wrist.
She wanted to prove she had no more blood.
It's all in my report.
Do you want to talk to her?
I do.
Good afternoon, Fernanda.
How are you?
- Can you tell me what happened? - No.
Why did you run away from the clinic?
Why are you doing this to me?
It's all rotten in here, I can't feel anything.
End this already.
Bury me, please.
This is the 5th Cotard Syndrome case I found,
but it's the 1st one I have full access.
I would like to increase her dosage.
Years of practice
and I still get surprised with what the mind can create.
- Are those her drawings? - Yes.
- May I? - Please.
Funny...
Many people draw houses.
Yeah...
The house is where the traumas begin.
Yes... It's true.
What about that soup?
What flavor is it?
It looks great...
Let's go to the living room? Come.
Wow...
This one's horrible.
Renata, put that down and come to the living room.
Come.
You know you get impressed.
Come here.
The soup will get cold, come.
I always feared not healing completely.
I think...
fearing the fear is the worst of it.
Do you trust me?
So don't go down that road, Renata.
You're great.
Great.
But I still feel very insecure.
You put too much pressure on yourself, that's all.
Come here.
Come.
Lauro, I'm not in the mood.
I'm sorry, I can't.
What happened?
Is anybody there?
She was beaten alive.
What killed her was the cut.
From the stomach to the lungs.
Curve blade, probably a sickle.
This is farm people's work.
- Ever seen anything like it? - Never.
I found semen again.
Same thing:
She was already dead when it happened.
When did she kick the bucket?
When she arrived, the body wasn't stiff...
Over 36 hours after death.
These are easy people to surrender:
old people, children...
They're not stopping.
It will only get worse.
Worse.
The bizarre women assassinations still terrorize the population.
The people's expectation
is that the authorities can detain the criminals
before a new tragedy happens.
The police recommendation is for the women
not to walk alone in deserted regions.
This was our special edition...
Renata.
Where are you going?
I need some air, I'm going for a walk.
- Alone? - What's the problem?
You don't know the region, Renata.
Don't worry... I won't go far.
But there's no one around, something might happen.
Like what?
You said so yourself, there's nothing around here.
Or are you hiding something from me?
No.
You always want to control everything,
- all the time, isn't it? - What is that supposed to mean?
That you think I might break down at any moment, right?
I know you can control yourself.
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