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There was no one there.

- Let's go, I'm scared.

- I don't think they'll be back.

I hope not.

- We should wait until tonight.

- Yes.

Okay.

Are you scared of me?

Me, scared?

- Why today?

- I don't know...

Perhaps to exorcise her death.

- But I...

- Quiet!

Hold me close.

- I'm fed up of waiting.

- The diary isn't at her place...

We have to wait for them to leave,

they'll lead us to it.

"Elizabeth, it's me.

I've been waiting for your call..."

"Why didn't you call?

It's all ready, I'm waiting."

No, wait!

"This is 64-92-00-35..."

"I'm not at home,

leave a message after the tone."

"We know you're at home,

come down and give us what we want."

"Or we're coming up."

We have to get out of here,

they're serious.

Did Elizabeth ever talk to

you about Wilma?

Wilma? Yes.

I went there once with her...

We had to bring her something,

it might have been drugs...

It was an old villa,

she had money when she came out...

I waited by the entrance,

I didn't go inside.

- Is it a house by a lake?

- Yes.

I'll get the car,

I'll try to go over the balcony...

You get dressed, stand by

the window, then come down.

Okay, I'll do it.

Yes, this is it.

We need to find a boat.

Over there.

Let's go.

I think we lost them.

- Slow down, we're almost there.

- If I'm not mistaken, it's over there.

Yes, look, there it is.

Where are they?

Pull over.

Finally.

Let's take a look down there.

- Does it hurt a lot?

- No, I'm okay.

"Come up.

The stairs in front of you."

"Please, don't be afraid."

Who is it?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth, is that you?

Answer me.

No, Wilma,

it's Anna.

Anna...

Who's with you?

- My name's Marco.

- Yes, I remember...

- You came here once with Elizabeth.

- Yes, that's right.

What is it?

Has something happened?

Yes...

Elizabeth is dead.

- Perhaps it's what she wanted.

- What do you mean?

- Someone killed her!

- As if you didn't know...

She took drugs with me.

Don't tell me you didn't know.

What did her habit have

to do with you?

Perhaps she wanted revenge...

I was driving the car that day...

It's my fault your father is dead.

That's what you think, too.

Yes, that's right Wilma.

I never hated you for this...

But I certainly didn't love you.

It's different for people like us...

- You go that way.

- Okay.

Do you know what they gave me to

relieve the pain after the accident?

Morphine!

- Yes, lots of sweet morphine.

- That was a long time ago.

And you know it.

We all make our own decisions.

But Elizabeth?

A strung out dealer.

I was a blind drug addict,

and she was my dealer...

All top quality merchandise.

She would buy my shells.

They're the only things I hold dear.

Listen.

It's the sound of the ocean.

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