What's going on?
What is this?
I'm sorry, Mr. Falcón. It's the horse. He moved.
Guillermo Falcón, 48.
THE 50-BILLION-DOLLAR MAN
Straight from birth, he was rich.
Born into a Jewish-Argentinian family,
he inherited 3.7 billion dollars in shares
with the Falcom Group from his grandfather.
The group's main focus was the automobile industry.
At age 20, he started to diversify the family business.
The holding company expanded into various industries,
including electronic components, computer technology, naval engineering.
One of his favorite hobbies is his Formula 1 racing team,
Falcom DC.
Right now, he's at the head of 64 companies
in over 40 countries across the globe.
And if tomorrow, for some unforeseen, unfortunate reason,
he lost just one measly percent of his fortune,
he wouldn't even notice.
Can you imagine how much space 1% of his fortune takes up in 50-euro bills?
It fills four eighteen-wheeler trucks to the brim.
This place is very special to me.
If someone were to ask me,
do I hate the rich, the answer would be… yes.
With my entire being.
And do you know why?
Because they've led us into a trap.
The American dream doesn't exist. The so-called social ladder doesn't exist.
And if you happen to be born a rat, you'll die a rat.
Those are the rules.
And when you're tired of being humiliated, you'll organize a few demonstrations.
You'll burn a few trash cans.
And then you'll have to run back home because you've gotta work the next day.
Two.
Two revolutions have changed the world.
The Russian and the French.
Do you know why?
They wiped the slate clean.
But today, it's no longer possible because we've already been domesticated.
With minimum wages, hand-delivered pizza, and Netflix.
Let me give you some data.
In year one, 150 million people lived on the planet.
And today… there are well over nine billion inhabitants.
And what does that mean?
That our resources are dwindling?
Exactly. And that means there's more poor people.
Do you have any idea how much Mr. Falcón earned last year?
Eleven billion US dollars.
When I learned that, I connected the dots.
And I had an epiphany.
We cannot fight against the monster that is capitalism.
We have to join it.
Not through rebellion.
It's every man for himself.
But you must understand two things.
First of all, there is a line…
between us
and a select club of people who possess more than 250 million dollars.
And secondly…
…to get what you want, you have to learn to jump.
Because here, I'm rich.
And here, I'm a rat.
Here, I keep my boots on at the airport.
And here, it's, "Please stand in line."
Private jet.
Economy bus.
Fresh sushi. Pasta.
Prada. Thrift store.
And this line that separates us is immovable.
But we are going to make the big leap.
We'll become illustrious members of the "250-Club."
And we will do it without guns.
Or risk.
Or murder.
Roxán, open the door.
Something terrible has happened.
Yesterday, she was very agitated.
After the operation, she seemed… odd, and she didn't want to celebrate with us.
In fact, she came down to the Dome.
When they found her this morning,
I went to check on the footage from the security cameras.
Why did she come here?
She was very agitated.
She was screaming.
Walking around in circles.
I'd say she was having a panic attack.
I want to see the security footage.
BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER
For the past two days,
I've been wondering what conversation we could have.
After our last little chat?
I was a toxic mother, you were throwing up,
and your husband was a mediocre specimen.
There's no need to say anything else.
Darling, we're upper class.
We can just sweep it under the carpet and keep on smiling.
No. No more sweeping.
What I'm about to tell you, Mother, I wish I'd said it to you years ago.
Then, you would have jumped for joy.
Now, it may seem like a bad joke.
I'm gonna start my life again.
Without Rafa.
And I'd also like to…
…start my life with you again.
And I know this is neither the right time nor the right place.
Actually, I don't agree with you. Better now than in the funeral home.
It's never too late to make up for lost time, Frida.
We might even have time for a few laughs.
Four minutes later, she threw herself off the bridge.
I'd like to see the rest of the footage.
Is it because you like morbid pictures
or because you don't trust me, García?
I don't even trust my own grandmother.
Play the video.
I wanna see it too.
Let's take a look.
What surprises me is that none of you are empathizing with my pain.
Look at you, coldhearted and morbid, grubbing for explanations.
And you, García, sowing seeds of mistrust when what we need is to be united.
Don't worry about me, Minerva…
I trusted you and your brother enough to get involved in your madness.
Oh yeah?
No one in their right mind would plan this.
But you've been acting even stranger than usual.
So, now I need to know if I was right to trust you.
Good morning, Button.
Button?
Yeah, it's what I used to call you--
When I was 12 years old and you were dating my older sister.
I'm not that child anymore,
so you can stop with that condescending tone of yours. Okay?
Okay.
Good morning, Asia.
Sleep well?
So, uh… have you seen all the shows on TV?
There are thousands of movies.
You've been scrolling through the entertainment catalog?
Uh-huh.
They have Armageddon. I just love that movie.
Armageddon?
Max, I don't know whether you're trying to provoke me,
or whether this is who you are.
No, no. Provocation.
And I don't know if this is who you are, or if you ever smile.
Max, maybe you don't care if the friends you've had for the past few years
all recently died in a nuclear bomb attack,
but I still have my friends somewhere out there.
And I'm worried about them.
I read a book in prison… called Mental Noise.
The book says that 90% of the time,
we worry about stuff that is never gonna happen.
So maybe your friends are perfectly fine at the moment.
Is that why you don't eat?
Mm-hmm.
In that case, may I have your churro and eggs?
It was nice of them to give you fruit.
Yeah.
You have to get it for me.
There's only one per person.
They check it all.
Asia…
Hello.
Excuse me, but… you have to sit at the table assigned to your family.
Yes, uh…
Well, uh…
You see, at the moment, our, um…
Our family unit is, uh… being somewhat restructured.
Hmm.
Whatever. I'll find somewhere else to sit.
Enjoy your meal.
Dear guests,
you are all requested to attend an emergency meeting
in the Dome, immediately.
Per our contractual agreement,
and in the spirit of complete transparency,
I'm afraid I have some sad news to share.
Our head of security and friend, Luca Solatore,
has passed away from radiation poisoning.
Our other terrible loss…
is our medical doctor, Julia Baldini.
Recent events both here and on the surface
caused terrible anxiety that was unbearable for her.
Leading to her taking her own life.
I warned you all
that hopelessness would be our biggest enemy in the bunker.
Due to the current events,
our lockdown protocol status has to be changed
from temporary to indefinite.
With everything that that implies.
As you have noticed, we have already begun rationing food.
Mr. Varela…
Would you step forward, please?
Have you understood what I have said?
Yes.
Well, then, I presume you appreciate the fact
that when you raided the pantry last night,
you committed a selfish and irresponsible act
that compromises all of the guests.
But you were not the only person who broke the rules.
Don't forget your son.
Max Varela.
Max, step forward, please.
You jeopardized the security of everyone in the bunker when you confronted
and violently assaulted a security agent while stealing his service weapon.
I will not tolerate this behavior!
The situation above means that security is fundamental
for all of us living here.
And if one individual compromises and challenges my authority,
then everyone's life is in danger.
I'll give you ten minutes, and then I want that Taser in my office.
Yesterday, I saw those two people alive.
I can't get them out of my mind. I feel this weight on my chest.
When I used to have panic attacks, believe me,
there was a time when I felt like I was collecting them,
I'd sit down, and I'd start going through my photo albums.
I'd relive the vacations, the memories…
…the beautiful moments we shared when you guys were little.
Laughing and playing together on the beach.
Little by little,
my anxiety would dissipate.
And now I realize I no longer have those photographs.
And now, little by little, maybe,
all those moments will vanish from memory.
All those vacations,
those celebrations…
what she looked like.
Darling…
…those memories will never vanish.
I'm going for a walk.
Hi, excuse me.
Um, do you know where the waste disposal chutes
in the bunker lead to?
Of course. They lead to the compactors.
So… could you take me there, please?
I'm sorry. It's a restricted area.
Sorry, it's just that, earlier, I dropped my sister's bracelet
in the garbage. It was an accident.
I have to get it back.
Can you help me?
Maybe our world is contaminated by radiation,
but… maybe there are a thousand other places
where we can start over again.
We're still here, and we're still alive.
We're still in love.
-Mm. -We're very lucky when you think of it.
Tell me something.
How long can someone survive down here?
Ten years.
Well, that's what the salesperson told us, but you know what they're like, right?
Always exaggerating the quality.
Okay. Well, let's say eight years, then.
That Guillermo is hilarious.
Still in the mood for telling jokes.
…not half-empty.
Hmm.
And in any case, we can make our own memories down here.
I don't know.
Maybe… we could make love in the Japanese garden,
for example.
You're so sexy when you think positive.
That's the spirit.
Relax…
I'll go run a bath.
Roxán, play "Part of Me."
Roxán, turn up the music.
Yes?
I'm the man who makes memories.
May I come in?
Please come in.
So let's assume these people accept to go voluntarily to the bunker.
And presuming also
that none of them say anything to their friends or their families,
their associates, nobody at all…
Mm… isn't that strange?
-No. -Why strange?
Well, I mean, these people are on their phones all day.
They have a busy social life.
He's right. Won't people be suspicious if they disappear?
None of that will be a problem for us.
Before arriving in the bunker,
each of them will have prepared a video or an email or a private message.
It's one of the clauses in their contract.
And after they have entered the bunker, we will post their goodbye messages.
Professional, social, and family.
The messages will follow the same pattern.
Unexpected travel plans.
For health or for personal reasons.
Those simple words we've all used before.
"I'm exhausted. I need a vacation."
I really need to take a break.
-You won't reach me. -Hey!
-Me and my dad are going on a trip. -I need a vacation.
MIRE: ENJOY IT!!
And I won't have any signal.
No email, no telephone, nothing.
We're taking a few days.
It's a change of scenery.
I'm sorry, but I just have to go.
-Bye-bye! -I'll miss you guys!
-Ciao! -I'll let you take care of it all.
Take care.
All of them will be going to remote locations
for at least four weeks.
Excuse me, but that's…
No matter how many videos or messages you send, well…
There's always that annoying person who never takes the hint, right?
You know, that person who calls when you're on vacation. You know?
Yeah, like his secretary. The guy from the bank.
An impatient lover?
So what can we do to make sure that they don't end up
as missing persons reports?
We'll be able to handle each and every one of these events, as they happen.
And you know why? Because we'll have all their phones.
As part of our security protocol,
they will have left their phones inside their lockers.
So, they won't answer these calls. And neither shall we.
It's Roxán who will answer these calls,
who will answer their messages, and will manage their social media
and keep their accounts active.
Who's this Roxán?
Roxán is the miracle of technology
that my brother… has been perfecting for over 11 years.
Roxán will be able to express herself exactly like anyone in her database.
And pray tell, who is in the database?
An exclusive club that you've all heard me talk about.
Yes, our dear multimillionaire guests.
Day and night, we will be recording everything they say
and everything they do.
We'll have perfected their accents, their vocabulary,
their idiosyncrasies, their speech patterns,
their silences, their rhythms, and most importantly,
we will capture what we could never capture before…
…their intimacy.
Roxán will integrate all this information and make it her own.
Minute by minute, day by day, Roxán will become better,
until one day she'll be a… better version of themselves.
Is that actually possible?
Yes. It's possible, all right.
I've seen it.
It sounds like science fiction.
True. But it's science fiction that exists.
Fiction has become reality.
It's getting late. Time to leave?
Yeah, of course. Take the service elevator.
One at a time, please.
Is that okay? Yeah?
-We did it. -Mm.
You know… you're very sexy when you act the boss.
When you're the leader of the gang.
And you… I get the feeling you're distracted during class.
These are very important classes.
Well, maybe… it might be true. I'm a little distracted.
Mm-hmm.
So, Professor, I need some private lessons.
Okay.
Roxán, who is calling Guillermo Falcón?
Oswaldo Fernández, CEO of the holding company
and Falcón's right-hand man.
He's the brains behind the brawn. That's our man.
We're not ready to take that call right now.
Leave it to voicemail.
-Where'd we place Guillermo? -The Philippines.
Oswaldo Fernandez has left a voice message.
-Do you want me to play it back? -Yes. Play back now.
You're in the middle of nowhere,
but this is more important than your spiritual well-being.
Call me back, please.
Roxán, I need you to answer Oswaldo.
What would Guillermo's answer be?
"I told you I was pulling the plug for three weeks
and you called me after three days, you asshole."
"If nobody has died, then I'll see you when I'm back."
Shall I send it?
Go ahead.
Message sent.
Do you know where that pretty girl comes from?
What girl?
Guillermo's new wife.
Mimi?
Mom, I don't know what you're thinking, but forget about it.
She's out of your league.
First of all, she's not even 30.
And also, she's head over heels in love with Guillermo.
Last but not least, and I know you think it's irrelevant,
but it turns out she's heterosexual.
You can be so old-fashioned, Frida. No one is heterosexual these days.
Everyone is gender-fluid, so I've heard.
Isn't that right, Antonio?
Very true.
I've met several ladies who have kept me from the true path for a while.
Mother, you've got cancer.
You have to learn to relax and to focus on yourself.
Focus on what, darling?
On me dying? Listen, Frida.
Just because I've got cancer doesn't mean I cannot have a summer fling.
No. Okay, Mom, don't go there. Okay?
Just, please listen.
You've already embarrassed me enough throughout my life.
Please don't do it down here.
When have I ever embarrassed you?
My friend Laura?
Remember when she came to study, and you asked her to stay the night?
And you offered her your underwear as a gift.
She was a schoolgirl!
You would use the bathroom when she was in the shower.
Mom, our house had 16 bathrooms!
And then later, when she opened her own gym,
you were the first one to sign up!
The gym was ten miles away.
And suddenly, you were obsessed with working out.
And then… you seduced her.
And you made out with her. She told me. Shame on you.
Ah, Frida. Why do you make it all sound so vulgar?
Am I not allowed to make out with a woman just because she's your friend?
I actually liked Laura.
And she liked me too.
We stayed together for a few months. I ended it because she was too needy.
Really? That's odd, she never told me.
Tell me, sweetheart.
When's the last time you had sex?
Mother, if you really want to know…
my problem with Rafa had nothing to do with our sex life.
-Well, of course not. -What?
Why else would you have been together?
I'd always presumed the only reason you stayed with him
was because he was a beast in bed.
I know when you look at him, it doesn't show, but…
Some men, and I know this might seem cliche,
but these ordinary, banal men can be like wild animals in bed.
Most of the time, they don't know what they're doing.
But when they fuck, they fuck you hard against the wall.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I really should call the maintenance manager.
Just to make sure they don't turn on the trash compactor.
But didn't you say it would be better if no one knows?
Yeah, but… it's hardly worth risking our lives, is it?
Everyone will understand about the bracelet.
I know, it's just, I really don't want to bother them about that. Honestly.
Especially today, with the death of the doctor and all of that.
Okay.
One minute. That's all.
Careful.
Watch where you step.
I was really upset about today.
-And you? -About what?
Well, about Julia dying.
Yeah, me too.
Asia!
They turned on the compactor! Quick! We need to get out of here!
Come on, Asia!
Watch out!
-Are you okay? -I'm okay.
It didn't hit me.
-Let's get outta here! -Wait, give me a minute!
Wait!
-Come on! We gotta get outta here! -One second!
Asia! What are you doing?
Hurry up! Faster!
I'm coming! Okay!
Asia!
I got it! I got it!
Hurry!
-Move it! Come on! -Okay!
-Give me your hand! Grab it! -Yeah, I'm coming!
Got it!
I saw you.
You picked up a phone.
No. Ane's bracelet. Look.
You turned your back.
You picked up the phone. I saw you hide it.
You lied to me. We could have died because of you.
I'm sorry.
This is my sister's phone.
She died.
And this contains the only photos that I have left of her.
-Why was it in the trash? -I dumped it.
Why?
Well, because…
Because I can't stop looking at the messages her boyfriend sent.
I can't seem to stop looking at them. I can't stop myself.
The things he used to say to her, the music that he'd send her…
It really disturbs me because I can't stand that guy.
He's the man that killed my sister.
He's a punk. He's heartless.
He's got absolutely no empathy for what's happening on the surface.
He cares more about what he's having for breakfast than anything else.
Your sister's boyfriend is here with us?
It's Max Varela.
Oh my God.
And the worst thing about it all
is that I have no more feelings about all that's happening
in the world outside.
It's possible we'll be locked in this bunker,
while outside a nuclear holocaust,
or God knows what, has already destroyed everything I had before.
My family and friends…
And yet, all I can think about are those messages and those videos.
And instead of crying… I laugh.
And I think about all those things he says to me when he sits beside me, and…
and then I forget about what's happening.
About who I am.
I'm the baby sister of the girl he murdered.
And the family that he destroyed.
So, what do you think I should do?
Well…
From what I can see, you can either make peace with him,
or… if this really drives you crazy, avoid him.
When you see him, walk away and disappear.
Yeah, you're right. That's what I'm gonna do.
I'll walk away and disappear.
So, do you think this kid's thinking about bringing me your Taser back?
No. Doesn't look like it.
Well, his time is up.
Yako, get it back.
I'll never learn anything you teach because I never listen to you.
I take one look at you, and I melt away.
I'll follow you anywhere.
I'll wait for you in the car park, Minerva.
The bar's closed.
Ziro.
Can I speak to you for a moment? In the other room?
I didn't mean to push Julia. It was… It was an automatic reaction.
And I didn't want her to fall. She was just way too close to the railing.
And I want you to know I didn't lose my mind either.
I've been taking my medication. Just in case. Lithium, 600 milligrams.
I know how you feel. I also feel sorry about Julia's death.
I wish, Ziro, that you could feel the pain that I feel.
I can't feel it, but I can imagine it.
I can imagine how it is to have a friend for 20 years
and being romantically involved for the last seven. Sorry. Sorry.
-Shh. -Sorry.
-Relax. -Mm-hmm.
I'm not the same I was 15 years ago. No more agoraphobia.
No other social pathologies.
-I'm doing better now. -I know.
I've been working with other people for seven years now. You know that.
Down here… and in the skyscraper.
You want me to leave the project?
Right now, I'm finding it hard to concentrate
on the project.
I kept dragging Julia into this.
I knew, deep down, that sooner or later, she'd tell me she'd had enough.
I wanted to believe that she would follow me
to the end of the world, but… no one follows you to the end of the world.
No.
Activate her.
What's going on?
Hello, my love.
My love…
Now that she's left me, I'm even more impressed
by how identical they are.
Mm.
I recorded her for five years.
Each tone, each gesture, they're all perfect.
She thinks like her.
She speaks like her. She walks like her.
Sweet Ziro, as always, you're ever so modest.
So, my darling, how's everything going in the bunker?
Not that well. It's all getting complicated.
Then use that phrase you used with me.
What phrase is that? I don't remember.
"No one ever said that any of this would be easy."
-Ah. -You would say that 100 times a week.
Approximately.
Do you remember everything?
Everything about you.
I was always the most distracted student in class,
but I always seemed to pass, somehow.
Hey. What's going on?
Why do you look so sad?
Because you're dead.
Well… that moment was going to come sooner rather than later.
But here I am.
I will always be with you.
Always.
Your ten minutes are done.
You didn't bring the Taser back to Minerva.
Yeah, I think I lost it.
With all that was going on with my dad, I just got really nervous.
And I ran out of the restaurant. And, uh…
I guess it fell outta my pocket.
Will you stop doing that?
Sure.
I could just search the whole bunker.
And when I find it, I'll take you down to the basement.
We have a special place for idiots like you.
But I think it's probably best if you give it to me now.
A basement in the bunker? That sounds rough.
It's an isolation chamber.
Okay, okay. I don't wanna go down to the basement.
You're right.
I have it.
You're not getting it.
How about the first one to ten points gets to keep it?
But I think we should play for 10,000 punches.
10,000? That's a lot of punches.
But I've got to tell you…
the place where I come from, if you're carrying a knife and I'm not,
then I'm the one who's screwed.
So I think I'll keep it, if you don't mind.
You know, just in case.
Run along and tell Minerva.
In case you haven't noticed, this place is no longer a summer camp.
And you won't be going back to your mansion
anytime soon to feed your ponies.
I don't know when we're gonna get outta here,
but until that time comes…
you're gonna do what you're told.
And to begin with…
…you should listen to this.
Yako, let it go.
Yako, stop. We're gonna get into trouble.
Gah! Keep your guard up.
Alain, get to the gym.
Stop that fight.
That's enough!
Subtitle translation by: Soledad Etchemendy