(film projector clattering)
(dog barks) (atmospheric electronic music)
(electronic swirling and rumbling)
(crickets chirp)
(insects chirp)
(plane whirring)
(speaking in foreign language on intercom)
(ominous music) (gasping)
(voicemail beeps) - Casey,
I made it man, I can't wait to catch up.
(ominous music)
(Casey gasping)
(speaking in foreign language on intercom)
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(whimpers)
(speaking in foreign language on intercom)
(ominous music)
(Casey panting)
(phone ringing)
- [Casey On Voicemail] Hey, this is Casey.
Do that thing.
(voicemail beeps) - Hey, Casey,
everything okay?
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(horn blares)
(ominous music) (Casey panting)
(panting)
(dramatic music)
(trap clanks) (birds shriek)
(ominous music)
(voicemail beeps) Hey,
did you get my last message?
Where are you?
(dramatic music)
(atmospheric guitar music)
(phone rings)
- [Casey On Voicemail] Hey, this is Casey.
Do that thing you.
(speaking in foreign language on intercom)
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Is it far to Angustias?
(ominous music)
(engine rumbling)
(dramatic music)
(dial tone beeping)
(speaking in foreign language on phone message)
(dial tone hums)
(ominous music)
- [Driver] Angustias.
- What?
- Angustias.
(ominous music)
(dial tone beeping)
(speaking in foreign language on phone message)
(dial tone hums)
- Great.
(ominous music)
(insects chirp)
(sighs)
(upbeat pop music)
Hello.
(swing creaks)
(cat meows and hisses)
(knocks on door)
Anyone there?
(cat shrieks)
(ominous music)
(insects chirp)
(ominous music)
(flies buzz)
(hawk shrieks)
(ominous music)
(water flowing)
(ominous music)
(hums "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star")
(speaking in foreign language)
I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish.
- It's hot.
- Is this Angustias?
- Si.
(dial pad clicks)
Difficult journey, huh?
You look tired.
- I'm looking for Bar La Granja.
- Pass the church, on your right.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
(bright guitar music) (customers chattering)
- Hey, (speaking in foreign language)?
- Could I get a glass of water?
Water. - Uh.
- No, no, I meant.
(speaking in foreign language)
(bright guitar music) (customers chattering)
(wallet crinkles)
(credit card scrapes)
- Gracias.
- Thanks.
Casey?
Hey, wait up.
(dryer whirring)
Casey?
Sorry.
(pipes creaking and clattering)
(ominous music) (gasps)
(bright guitar music)
(customers chattering)
(dial pad clicks)
- [Lucia] Hi.
- Hey.
- I'm Lucia.
- I'm Mike.
Can I get you a drink?
- Sure.
(speaks in foreign language)
- [Lucia] Gracias.
- Thanks.
Is something wrong?
- No.
(bottles clink)
(water flows) (ominous music)
(wings flap)
(atmospheric guitar music)
(glasses clack)
(Mike and Lucia laugh)
- [Mike] Are you allowed to smoke in here?
- This is Angustias.
Things are different here.
(coughs)
(laughs)
What's wrong?
- My aunt just passed away.
I haven't really laughed in a while.
- Casey didn't wait for you?
- There's not much he could have done.
Have you seen him?
- No, sorry.
- Anyways, how come your English is so good?
- My parents met in Madrid.
Moved to England, got married.
- And then?
- They stopped loving each other.
(dramatic music)
- My bag.
Someone's taken my bag!
No, no, no, no, no, no, it was right here!
Everything I own was in there,
my passport, my money, everything!
- Mike, it's okay. - No, you don't understand.
I need to find my bag.
(knocks on door)
- He must be on patrol.
- (sighs) This is so messed up.
I'm gonna have to cancel all my cards.
Shit!
- Someone took it by mistake.
They'll hand it in.
Trust me.
Your arm. - I'm fine.
- It looks sore.
(ominous music)
You can't take any chances with this heat.
Come, I wanna show you something.
- [Mike] Do you ever miss London?
- Big cities are full of strangers.
Here everyone knows each other.
Cares for each other.
Everyone plays their part.
(bird shrieks)
Hey, you're safe here.
- So you get to see this, like all the time?
Huh, that's great.
- How old are you?
- 21.
22 in January.
(gentle music)
- You're sweet.
Do you find me attractive, Mike?
- Sure, it's just,
women like you tend to go for guys like Casey.
- Women like me?
- Yeah, who are
out of my league.
- So, where are you staying tonight?
I have a room.
Plus, you could really do with a shower.
I'm sure your friend will call in the morning.
Yes or no?
(ominous music)
(locks clack)
- (chuckles) For real?
(clock ticks)
- Wolves.
They can make a real mess.
I'll get you a towel.
(Mike sighs)
(ominous music)
- Hey, is this your mom?
- Put it down.
(ominous music)
I said, put it down.
- Look, I'm really sorry.
- Go have a shower.
- Hey, I didn't mean to--
- Go.
(ominous music)
Down the stairs.
(ominous music)
(handle clacks)
(ominous music)
- (sighs) What the hell is wrong with you?
(footsteps tapping)
(ominous music)
(crickets chirp)
Hello?
(door clicks)
- Hey, this is for you.
For your skin. - Thanks.
Hey, listen, about earl.
(pipes clatter and creak) (dramatic music)
(water sprays)
(clock ticks)
(dramatic music)
Who's are these?
- A guy left them here.
(ominous music)
It finished a long time ago.
(footsteps shuffling)
(ominous music)
- Did you hear that?
- What?
- Footsteps.
- No.
- There's someone out there.
(ominous music)
- [Lucia] There's no one here.
- I'm telling you, I heard someone
when I was in the shower and again just now.
(dramatic music)
- Mike?
Are you feeling okay?
- Did it, did it just get really hot out here?
(dramatic music)
- Hey, come on, let's go back inside.
(ominous music)
(sighs)
- What happened?
(speaks in foreign language)
- Sunstroke.
Your body was shutting down.
- Do I need to see a doctor?
- No, you just need to rest.
You were jet lagged, dehydrated,
it was too much.
- How did I get here?
- Angustian women are strong.
Now we need to get you healthy again.
(ominous music)
You're no good to anyone like this.
(groans)
Hey, take it easy.
Take it easy.
- How long have I been asleep?
- All night and most of the day.
I'll be back soon.
(sings "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" in foreign language)
- That song.
- My mom used to sing to me
when I was trying to sleep.
(ominous music)
¶ Wilshire Boulevard ¶
¶ All dreams dying hard ¶
(sauce boils) ¶ I want you to return ¶
¶ This love ¶
¶ We've been in the dark ¶
¶ Weightless, working hard ¶
¶ I want you to return this love ¶
¶ Now he's leaving ¶
¶ Watching for you ¶
¶ But that ain't enough to turn the page ¶
- How are you feeling?
- Much better.
- Good.
- [Mike] What's that?
It smells good.
- Pumpkin, spring onions, cabbage,
in lemon sauce.
- I thought you guys ate a lot of meat out here.
- We used to,
but the price kept rising
and we couldn't afford it anymore,
so we're making the best of our situation.
¶ Wilshire Boulevard ¶
¶ All dreams dying hard ¶
¶ I want you to return this love ¶
¶ We've been in the dark ¶
¶ Weightless, working hard ¶
(crickets chirping)
(atmospheric pop music)
(clock ticking)
- [Mike] What happened to your mom?
- She died.
A few years ago.
- I'm sorry.
- She was in a lot of pain.
It was probably for the best.
When you took her picture,
all the memories come back.
The last thing she told me was that she was sorry.
- [Mike] For what?
- Leaving me alone.
- You're not alone.
¶ Take my fears away ¶
- Not right now.
(gentle music)
(ominous music)
(chimes jingle)
- Hi.
- Hey.
(gentle music)
- It's from the garden.
Freshly picked.
- You've already been out?
Has anyone heard from Casey?
- No, sorry.
(ominous music)
- I'm really starting to worry.
What if he had an accident?
(dial tone beeps)
(speaking in foreign language on message)
(dial tone hums)
Something's not right.
I should go look for him.
- Mike, you're not strong enough yet.
- I need to do something.
- The police station will open in a few hours.
Then we can fix everything.
Okay?
(ominous music)
- What happened to my clothes?
- They're in the wash.
Here, try this.
Beetroot, almond and basil
wrapped in tortilla.
- Oh, my God.
I'm really starting to like this stuff.
- That's good.
- [Mike] (sighs) It's so peaceful out here.
- Yeah, but it's getting hot.
The color's coming back to your face.
(dramatic music)
- Casey!
This is the same bottle I had.
You can only buy this in the states.
He was here.
Casey was here.
Casey!
- Mike, this is crazy.
- Look, you need to help me find him.
(dramatic music)
- Mike?
- [Mike] Casey!
Casey!
- Look, I think you know what happened to Casey.
He bailed.
(ominous music)
He's probably having a good time with some girl.
And you're the last thing on his mind.
- I still need to make sure he's okay.
(ominous music)
(clock ticks)
- There are many similar villages around this area,
so, maybe your friend was never in Angustias.
Since four days have passed,
I've just put a search party together.
- How many people are we talking?
- At the moment, just me.
(chuckles)
- Is this a joke?
- We have limited resources, Mr. Oliver.
It is best I can do.
Have you tried to speak to his parents back in America?
- There's no signal here.
- But if you had one,
would you have called them?
No, because you're not sure he's really missing.
Right?
- Well what if he got caught in the sun?
- Then he's dead.
(dramatic music)
A body roasts really quickly in this heat.
And the smell,
the smell is quite something.
And then it is a race against time.
Either we find him or the animals do.
- It's time for you to leave.
- Where are you going with that?
Hey, it's the only proof I've got
that Casey was even here.
(ominous music)
- Sending it away for analysis.
(sighs)
- Well what about my bag?
Lucia told you about my bag, right?
- Of course she did.
Seems like you're losing everything.
I'll call you if I have any news.
- You'll call me.
He'll call me. (chuckles)
For the last time, I don't get any fucking reception
off this thing.
- Is it true that you had (speaks in foreign language)?
Sunstroke.
- How do you know that?
- This is a very small village.
News travels fast.
(speaking in foreign language)
(ominous music)
Mr. Oliver, I'm sure I will see you again.
Have a nice day.
(ominous music)
(door slams)
(engine whirring)
- I'm gonna find somewhere else to stay.
- What, no!
- Look, you've been great.
All of this has been great.
I just need time to think.
- [Lucia] Mike, you are still recovering--
- I just wanna find Casey, find my bag,
and get the hell outta here.
(clock ticks)
- Since you came here, all I've done is try to help.
Okay.
Do what you want.
- Lucia, stop.
I'm sorry.
(ominous music)
I'm sorry, okay?
It's not you,
it's just this, this whole situation.
(ominous music)
- Just be nice to me.
(fan whirs)
(ominous music)
(clock ticks)
(door creaking)
(door thuds)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(insects chirping)
(gun fires)
(wings flapping)
(bird squawking)
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(gasps)
(body whacks on ground)
(dramatic music)
(ominous music)
(gasping)
(ropes creaking)
- What happened?
(ominous music)
(whimpering)
Why are you doing this?
- Shh.
(whimpering)
- Please, just let me go.
(dramatic music)
- Open your mouth.
(whimpering)
(screams)
(whimpering)
Good, good.
I'll check on you later.
(light clicks)
- (whimpering) Please.
(ropes creaking)
Lucia.
(whimpering)
(door thuds)
Lucia, please let me go!
Lucia!
(whimpering)
Lucia!
(dramatic music)
Lucia, come back!
Somebody help me!
(fan whirring)
(speaking in foreign language)
(dramatic music)
(sighs)
(ominous music)
That old woman was here.
The one from the bar.
She said that what you're doing is wrong.
That all of this is wrong.
She told you to let me go.
You need to listen to her.
- No one,
no one else was here.
You must have been dreaming.
Good.
Much better.
(door thuds)
(crickets chirping) (dramatic music)
- It's okay, everything's gonna be okay.
(upbeat pop music)
¶ Now or never ¶
¶ We're going away ¶
¶ Who even knows what we will find ¶
(ominous music)
(flies buzz)
(fan whirring)
(breathing heavily)
- We all make mistakes.
It's important we learn from them.
(sauce boils)
(clock ticks)
(ominous music)
(ladel scrapes)
- How long are you gonna keep here like this?
- Until it's safe.
- It was the sunstroke.
What was it you called it?
(speaks in foreign language)
It made me run.
(ominous music)
But that wasn't me.
I'm better now.
I see things clearly.
How much you mean to me.
How attracted I am to you.
(ominous music)
Lucia?
Not there.
(suspenseful music)
(statue whacks against head)
(body thuds on floor)
(dramatic music)
(door clatters)
Oh, shit.
(ominous music)
(door creaks)
(dramatic music)
Casey.
(whimpers)
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds)
(muffled pop music)
(breathing heavily)
(keys jangle)
(door creaking)
¶ We nearly had to forget me now ¶
¶ In order to survive ¶
¶ Put our past aside ¶
¶ Just to stay alive ¶
¶ But when we're done in this city ¶
¶ We're going back to the hills ¶
¶ Take it all back somehow ¶
¶ Taking it back somehow ¶
¶ Oh, no, we don't need another wolf at ¶
¶ Wolf at the door ¶
¶ Oh, no, we don't need another wolf at ¶
¶ Wolf at the door ¶
¶ Oh, no, we've been through this so many times ¶
¶ Many times before ¶
¶ Oh, no, we don't need another wolf at ¶
¶ Wolf at the door ¶
¶ Just like an old elephant ¶
¶ We're going back to the start ¶
¶ Find a place in the shade ¶
¶ Oh, in the shade ¶
(whimpering)
- Casey is dead.
They're all dead.
(ominous music)
(whimpers)
You don't understand
how difficult it's been for me,
being here on my own.
- You're crazy.
(knocking on door)
(speaking in foreign language)
(flesh squelches) (screams)
(dramatic music) (gasping)
(speaking in foreign language) (knocking on door)
(gasping)
(screams)
(flesh squelches)
- [Man] Lucia!
(knocking on door)
(speaking in foreign language)
(banging against door)
(keys jangle)
(banging against door)
(locks clack)
(upbeat pop music) (banging on door)
Lucia!
(dramatic music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(ax scraping) (Lucia panting)
(dramatic music)
(Mike groans)
(gasping)
- Mike!
(dramatic music)
(ax scrapes)
Mike!
(flies buzz)
(dramatic music)
(ax scrapes)
Mike, come back inside!
(gasps)
Mike, come back!
We can talk.
(gasping)
Mike, please!
(panting)
(hums "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star")
(gasping)
(ominous music)
(footsteps pattering)
(gun fires)
(gasps)
(gun fires)
- Oh, come on.
- Mike!
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(dirt pattering)
- [Mike] Casey.
(ominous music)
- Mike.
Let me explain.
I'll tell you everything.
Okay?
Everything.
It's so quiet here now.
10 years ago, these fields were full of cattle.
(ominous music)
We were able to live.
We were happy.
Then they built a new water plant
and everything went wrong.
The people and the animals got sick.
We couldn't drink our own water.
My mom was the first to die.
I cared for her just like I cared for you.
But it wasn't enough.
They said that there was an accident,
that there was no one to blame.
But what happened here
wasn't right.
What they did to us
wasn't right.
- So this is about revenge?
- No.
It's survival.
(ominous music)
It's hard getting here.
People arrive dehydrated.
So I take them home,
(ominous music)
purify the system,
feed them the same food the animals used to eat.
Then they're put in the ground,
wrapped in salt,
then six months later, they're ready.
- For what?
(dramatic music) (man screaming)
- I didn't want this for you, Mike.
You meant something to me.
You still do.
- You kidnapped me.
Tied me to the bed.
You killed my best friend.
- All relationships have problems.
(ominous music)
I've done bad things.
I can change.
(ax thuds)
It's not too late.
(dramatic music)
We'll leave this place.
(flesh squelches) (Lucia gasps)
(flesh tears)
(gasping)
(body thuds on ground)
(breathing heavily)
(Lucia gasping)
(gun fires)
(Mike gasping)
(gasping)
You were
safe
with me.
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
- Lucia tried really hard to keep you from us
and look how you pay her back.
(gasping)
They said the new water plant
was gonna make all our lives better.
- Please.
- Better.
(gasps)
Now, we have to look after ourselves.
(gasping)
We are good people, Mr. Oliver.
(dramatic music)
I want you to remember that.
(gasping)
- [Mike] Please.
(gun fires)
(meat thuds)
(engine whirring)
(ominous music)
(atmospheric guitar music)
- [Lucia Voiceover] This is Angustias.
Things are different here.
(wind howling)
(gentle guitar music)
¶ There's a life ¶
¶ Coming towards me ¶
¶ Life ¶
¶ Falling from the sky before my eyes ¶
¶ The warm sun burning down ¶
¶ And the sea, the sea ¶
¶ Coming to swallow me ¶
¶ Coming home deep in, in my hungry dream ¶
¶ And all I see ¶
¶ Is you with a gun ¶
¶ So put that ¶
¶ That gun down ¶
¶ There's a storm ¶
¶ About to break up our lies ¶
¶ Let it all open up everything inside ¶
¶ To what we find ¶
¶ Let it open up our minds ¶
¶ It's a love about to cover the whole moon ¶
¶ A love about to spread its wings ¶
¶ On me and you ¶
¶ Just put that, that gun down ¶
¶ Put that gun down ¶
¶ There's a storm ¶
¶ About to break our minds ¶
¶ Let it in, let it in ¶
¶ Drifting all inside on my own ¶