30 Coins (30 Monedas)

The Lamb of God is welcome.

Coins!

- They're mine. - Coins!

It's mine, mine, mine!

The coin! Give me the coin!

QUOD SAEPIUS RESURRECTIONI CARNIS RESISTITUR.

30 COINS

ONE YEAR LATER

An algorithm is a mathematical calculation

that measures people's interactions, especially the things they buy.

I'm just saying you have to rejuvenate a bit.

Kids only watch TikTok now. We're kind of boomers.

You're such a jackass.

- I mean... - You're calling me a boomer.

You have to open up.

We have room to expand. And if you use that tone...

Does "neutral" mean the same tone all the time?

Sure, a mysterious tone comes across better.

- So... - Forget the typical street report.

- This fucking place is weird. - A mountain town, it's the usual.

No, no, weird things happen here. You never believe anything, man.

Man, this is wild.

You notice the vibes already.

On trips with my parents, we usually had some lamb here.

It wouldn't have been here.

- Whoa, it's incredible. - Jeez!

Stay there, cool. Come on.

Five and action.

- Neutral. - How are you, Night Rats?

What a place, right? We're here in Pedraza to find out what happened

that fateful day of October 2019.

Did the earth swallow everyone up?

Higher, higher.

We know it wasn't an epidemic, or a forced eviction.

Some of them ran away.

Man, no closeups, I don't look good.

- You look great, really. - No, I look shit.

- Get back. - The light looks good.

No closeups of me. I said no zoom in.

- Sorry. - Don't zoom in.

Others ended up in a psychiatric hospital.

Screaming, crying,

- unable to explain what had happened. - But is that true?

- What? - Do we know that?

- Sure. What? - Are there photos?

If you're going to blurt that out... Is there a video?

- What video, man? - To edit in.

If there was, we wouldn't be here.

We'll make the video when we go to the psych hospital, all right?

MADRID, SPAIN

María Salcedo, 50, resident of Madrid.

That's right.

How long since you got out of hospital?

- A week, I believe. - You believe or are you sure?

A week and two days.

- How do you feel now? - Dazed.

I have your statement here.

Are you ready to answer some questions?

Yes, of course. That's why I'm here.

What was the reason for your investigation in Pedraza?

To clear up a series of deaths occurred in a short time.

You yourselves thought that we should investigate

the action of local law enforcement.

To supervise the work of the missing Sergeant Laguna?

- Precisely. - And what were your conclusions?

We didn't reach any. In fact, after a certain point,

I admit that I don't understand at all what happened.

What do you mean?

I saw myself doing things I couldn't control.

- Things? What things? - I wasn't deciding for myself.

Someone forced you?

Yes, of course. Me and my partners. All the town's residents.

Someone was controlling our minds.

Right. I understand.

No, you don't understand. You can't understand.

None of you can understand.

We understand that your partner, Officer Miralles, is dead.

- You are aware of that? - Yes, very well aware.

You weren't in control of your actions, why?

Were you drugged, hypnotized, perhaps?

It all began when...

when the fog came in.

Goodness.

What the fuck are you doing?

Giving this a bit of life.

No. Take that fucking shit away.

- Why? - Because it's a porcelain doll.

- And? - It's a total fucking cliché.

It's pathetic, not scary.

- Take it away. - All right.

Okay.

- Five... - It's all how they left it,

as if someone had snatched their lives away in an instant.

The clothes in the wardrobes.

The food on the table.

Shit.

- Hey! - You've got the wrong man.

Hey!

Let's go!

Hey!

Hurry! Fucking hurry up!

Did you get it?

I didn't have time.

- Really? It's a joke. - What?

No, damn it, I didn't get it. Get off my back.

Fuck!

54 53 55 FISHMONGER'S MAXIMO CADIERNO SAMPLING BAR

Hi, there. Hello.

- Hey, Captain! - What's up, Paco?

Good, we're doing fine.

- Look what I've got. - For me?

Did you think I'd forget?

Donuts. Why did you bother?

To bribe you. How's Sleeping Beauty?

Great. As pretty as ever, you know that.

- Thanks a lot. - Good luck.

May I?

Good morning. How are you?

For you.

I'll change this, it's withered.

I got paid. Finally.

You were right, eh?

These people wait until the last minute.

But I'm not complaining, I'm not...

It's enough that we got the work.

- Maybe we should call the police. - Never mind. Never mind.

Bummer, we blew a big fucking chance, but never mind.

- A lot of barbed wire for a hotel. - They were there.

- How do you know? - There's nowhere else to go.

VIDEO-MONITORED ZONE ACCESS PROHIBITED

Now you'll see if I'm a bummer or not.

- Check this out. - Jeez! A drone.

- Yes. - What's its range?

Five kilometers.

Well?

- What do you think? Yeah, right? - Cool. Yeah.

Say again you shoot better alone.

- I do better alone. - I'll put it away.

No, no, shit. Go for it.

- Okay. - Wow.

Let's see what the fuck... How does it work?

Fuck.

- It's them. - There are loads of them, right?

- What do I do? - They've seen us.

And what do I do?

Fucking hell.

Geez. It's fucked, let's go.

- No, wait, wait. I'll get it back. - Let's go, man!

I've got it, I've got it!

Here it comes!

I'm not controlling it.

Let's go, Jonás! Let's go, hurry!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

SEPÚLVEDA, SPAIN

I told him, "You can't dock half an hour from me every day.

I arrive late because the bus drops me off far away."

I think he took it well.

Hey, it's very dark. Hold on.

Let's see...

Have you seen what a nice day? Shall we go for a walk?

I was joking. I'm just teasing you, to see if you buck up.

- Paco, sorry, you or me? - Hi.

- Me? - Are you sure?

I've been practicing. I'm as good as you.

No one can see, or I'll catch hell.

- Any trouble, call me, okay? - Okay, I'll tell you.

All right. All right.

This here.

One...

two...

and three.

Like that.

If it hurts, tell me, eh?

You don't know how much I want you to come home, Elena.

Well, more than a home, it's an 8-square-meter room.

But I've tried to make it look like your place.

You know? With the furniture.

I bought that in Ikea too. The bed, everything.

But I haven't customized them. You'll do that.

I tried to customize them, but I did a shit job.

I got the chair, started painting it,

and it looks like some preschoolers smeared paint on it.

I'm going for a coffee, okay?

You must be tired of listening to me yapping.

I'll get a coffee, come back, and we'll carry on.

Don't look at me like that.

The massage should last an hour. Or that's what they say.

LA PEÑA PASTRY CRAFTMANSHIP

"Trump, black holes, Barbrow, dark matter."

I'll take El Pais, this one, and Las Provincias.

- They all say the same. - Don't believe it.

Just insults. One says this, the other that. Like at school.

It's all terrible. Do you have a book on Trump?

I don't know, son. Something there.

- Here? - It's what there is.

Who, Kant?

No, it's not the same guy.

"Quantum world,

Nazis and the Vatican, dark matter, black holes," good.