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Juan.

Juan.

BLACK SNOW:

Hey.

Hey.

Are you feeling better?

The nap did me good.

Really good.

Does he kick?

He's watching TV.

He's a lazy one.

- How are you?

- Fine.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It'll be quick.

We'll be OK.

All right.

Hi, Marcos. It's me again.

- Well, I'll call you back.

- Hello. Hi, Sepia.

At last! I was about to leave.

Sorry I couldn't pick you up.

- I was very busy here.

- It's OK, don't worry.

- Do you have the urn already?

- No, we've just arrived.

What is it

with all this mess in the house?

That was your sister.

Have you seen her yet?

- No, we've just gotten off the plane.

- OK. Sure. I see.

I left you the hospital's address

in a message

and I have a letter

from your old man for you.

Do whatever you need.

If you come tomorrow

to visit your brother,

you can come to the sawmill,

I give you the letter,

and then we can talk.

No, I'm not going.

You need to help me solve

the issue with the Canadians.

We need Salvador's signature.

I've tried calling him,

but he won't answer.

I know. I told you...

if you have something to say

to Salvador, speak directly to him.

I'm not talking to him, I can't.

OK. All right.

If you're not coming tomorrow,

I'll send you the letter somehow.

Great.

And Marcos...

I'm really sorry

about your old man.

You know that, for me,

he was always...

the brother I didn't have.

This one is at the cabin.

Salvador.

This is me.

My dad.

Sabrina.

And Juan.

- He was really handsome. Wasn't him?

- Yes.

- Who took this?

Sepia, I guess.

Here.

- What a beautiful smile.

- Would you like to meet my mom?

- Sure!

Look.

It's the only picture of her.

It's not a good timing.

We need to stabilize her first.

Why don't you come back tomorrow...

and we see how she evolves.

JUAN SABAT DIES:

IN TERRIBLE AVALANCHE

THE TRAGEDY CLAIMS

A LITTLE BOY'S LIFE

- Mr Sabat?

- Yes.

I'm so sorry.

- Laura?

- I'm over here, Marcos.

How did it go with Sabrina?

What's wrong?

- Why?

- I've been calling you.

- Why didn't you answer?

- I won't answer your father's phone.

There's a letter for you.

Son of a b*tch.

What does it say?

"You already know

where to put my ashes."

Come on, kid.

Sabrina?

I've arrived from Spain.

I'm here now.

You know I came with Laura, my wife.

I'd like you to meet her.

I brought you some stuff

from the house.

Some clothes.

Some pencils.

Your notebook.

- Maybe you feel like drawing...

- Salvador.

We left him alone.

You've got to go.

No.

No. I can't.

Have you read the letter?

Yes.

And you won't do as dad says?

You've got to go.

Or else he'll tell you off.

I saw Sabrina's notebooks.

Which ones?

Some red ones.

With drawings.

She's really good.

Yeah.

She's always drawn really well.

Your dad also wanted to sell.

He asked me to talk to your brother.

Who left me this gift.

All that is yours.

Well, it belongs to both of you.

You have to fight for it!

Especially now, that a new Sabat

is about to arrive.

Salvador needs to understand.

He won't understand.

He lives there.

He's lived there for 30 years.

I don't think he'll be happy

that we go and tell him he has to leave

because we sold it to the Canadians.

The cabin...

The Canadians

don't give a sh*t about the cabin!

Sorry.

They don't give a damn

about the cabin.

They want to buy the whole land.

Don't you know

it's a mining company?

Why would they offer

nine million for just a cabin?

Please!

Nine million pesos?

Dollars.

Ramn!

Don't be rude. Get us some pasties

or something to drink.

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Let's see.

Can't we only sell

Sabrina's share and mine?

No.

They want all or nothing.

Talk your brother around, Marcos.

You have every right to do so!

Salvador!

That was my father's room.

Ours was up there.

I'm tired.

Salvador?

Wait. It's me, Marcos.

I'm your brother.

She's Laura.

My wife.

Wait, wait!

Please.

I thought we could sleep upstairs.

Is it OK with you?

Tomorrow you'll show her

what you inherited, right?

That's not why I'm here.

I brought his ashes.

He asked me

to put them next to Juan's.

What a nice gesture.

Could you remind me where he was?

You don't remember.

Laura?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- Good morning.

- Yeah, hi.

I've made coffee.

Would you like some?

- No. I mean, yes.

- Yes?

Have you already met?

Yes.

He was telling me

about all the prep

before going out hunting.

I'll get the coffee.

- OK?

- Great.

Can I help you?

Did you wake up early?

An hour ago.

Forty minutes, more or less.

- And you've been talking since then?

- Yes.

He's an oddball, isn't he?

And apart from hunting,

what did you talk about?

Did he tell you anything?

- About the sale?

- About the sale?

No, Marcos.

The sale's none of my business.

And he's your brother, isn't he?

Why? What's wrong?

Let's go.

We walk from here.

You leave that in here.

Our old man always brought us

to the woods to hunt wild boars.

- Really?

- Yes.

But he liked to come at night.

He said that, in the daytime,

it was too easy to catch them.

Do you remember when he saved us

from the attack of a wild boar?

He never saved me from anything.

Isn't this the way to the lake?

No.

That's about a mile to the west.

But that's off-land.

I annexed it. Now it's in.

Did you talk to Sepia?

I know this is your place.

I know it more than anyone.

But I'd like you

to consider the offer.

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