The nun who has visions gave us the exact address
of where to find the girl.
You have to live with your gift.
The images will always be there.
You have to learn to live with them.
Your brother died today.
You should be in mourning and not partying.
I don't want Joaquín's business.
If you don't accept your share of the business,
then it will have to close down.
How can you question us?
Why don't you look into our blasphemous mayoress?
You were seen entering Bustamante's house.
Look at those lights.
A boat. So what?
Drug-trafficking. Pure and simple.
It's obvious.
Five grams, 300 euros.
All right, but I don't have it.
-Hey, hey, hey. -Relax, dude, okay?
You've sullied this village's soul.
May the blood of a hundred lambs purify you!
Nuno! We have to save him.
He can't manage on his own.
-Where is he? -In the village.
Nuno...
We really tried everything.
I've been in constant prayer.
But he's lifeless, soulless.
He barely speaks, it's as if we didn't exist.
Sometimes he'll go a week without making a sound,
and at other times he says things that make no sense.
Not long ago he took to saying "chrysanthemum" all day.
"Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum."
And it's so hard to get him to eat.
The new priest who arrived recently, Father Fermín,
says we should perform an exorcism.
You can tell father Fermín that it won't be necessary.
Nuno has a congenital birth defect.
What does that mean?
Nothing. He's feebleminded, a retard.
Which is probably why his parents abandoned him.
Doctor, please. The child can hear you.
He can hear, but he can't understand.
Doctor, good Lord!
No sign language.
Completely detached from reality.
Locked in his own world.
Blessed child.
He feels nothing, Reverend Mother.
He can't tell good from evil.
He's incapable of empathy, he has no heart.
You can imagine how dangerous someone like him could be.
What are you doing, for the love of God?
Leave him alone!
THE ENVOYS
Nuno.
Nuno, come here.
Look what I got for you.
Nuno!
I'm going to put a rocket up your asses!
Blasphemer! Get out of our village, blasphemer!
-"Cretino"! -Blasphemer!
-Damn you! -Nuno!
Get out of this town!
-Blasphemer! -You bastard, damn you!
-Whore! -Go to hell!
Nuno!
-Pig! -Get out of here!
Nuno!
Damn you!
-You are damned! -Get out of here!
Mom! Mom!
Help! Help!
Nuno.
Nuno, what happened?
An ambulance!
Someone call an ambulance!
An ambulance, please!
Nuno! Let me through.
I'm a doctor. Let me through.
He has a pulse. What happened?
My daughter was playing and...
-Who did this? Who was it? -I don't know. He went that way.
You're okay, you're okay.
Give him space so he can breathe.
Call an ambulance, call an ambulance.
Breathe, Nuno, come on.
Take it easy, take it easy.
You're useless! That's what you are, useless!
There's no word for what you are! Whore!
That's no way to speak to a woman! "Cretino"!
What are you doing, sister Emilia?
What the hell is going on?
Hey! Why don't you come here and say that to my face?
Don't you even dare look at my mom.
Don't even look at her. Shut your mouth!
Here comes the bastard child!
-Hey, hey, hey! -You shut your mouth.
-Hey, wait! Hold on! Wait! -Woah! Hold on!
What are you laughing at? You clown!
What's up, Canosa?
A man's been critically injured, sergeant.
Hey, hey, you can't leave, Pombo.
-Not now, mayoress. -Pombo, please take them away!
Hey, lady. We're not the kind of people to hide.
You can come find us anytime you like.
We've lived here our whole lives.
And we'll still be here
long after you're the mayoress no longer.
Pilar. Pilar, what do we do?
-What do we do? -What do we do?
The musicians.
Get the musicians back on stage.
And clean up the blood a little.
And the music. Get the music back up, come on.
Gunthram.
Village vibes.
Careful.
Pedro!
What happened?
Let's hope there's no anoxia,
but I can't exclude that possibility.
Even if it is hypoxia,
the consequences can be...
Pedro, please, the dumbed down version.
There was a loss of blood flow to Nuno's brain,
it may have been partial or total,
and we don't know for how long.
What's the prognosis?
There's...
there's no way to know at the moment.
I could write you a list, but I'll spare you.
-Will he die? -No.
Simón...
What happened?
The nuns' friend was attacked.
-A girl saw it and screamed. -Where's the girl?
In the doorway over there.
I'm telling you, she didn't see anything.
-Let her speak. -Of course.
You didn't see anything, did you, honey?
Don't be scared, Sabela, you're not in trouble.
-Are you sure? -Why wouldn't she be sure?
Let her to speak.
Tell me, Sabela.
Enough.
She's scared and she didn't see anything.
We'll speak again tomorrow.
Let's go.
Pedro, did you manage to see who it was?
I tried to run after him, but he got away.
He was too fast for me, Simón.
We have to tell the Olivares sisters right away.
Go. Go. I'll ride with Nuno.
-"Andiamo." -Come on, Nuno.
I want to go to the square to check a few things out.
Father, don't get involved.
Isn't it paramount to let the sisters know?
-Yes. -All right then. Go.
Come on, let's go please.
So, I wanted to say there is no need for concern.
I've just spoken to the sergeant
and he said the situation is completely under control
and that there is absolutely nothing to worry about.
-Okay? -God.
So, we were here, enjoying the party
until that horde with terrible sense of fashion arrived
and decided to splash a little color on my attire.
And I was so happy with my look.
But, as we know,
all you need for a party is wanting to have fun.
And we have plenty of that in Porto da Lúa, right?
So let the party continue!
Listen carefully, Sebastián Castro Medina.
I have two hot pieces of news for you.
The first one, the notary came to my office
to tell me that a 51% share of my brother's fishery
has been inherited by... guess who?
The second one, just to keep up the guessing game.
Guess who's going to show up at the fishery tomorrow
to share a new business strategy with your employees?
My employees.
Mayoress, so rude.
So you've come here to, what?
Threaten us with some title for the fishery,
invoking the will of our brother
who, sadly, isn't here to speak for himself?
I don't make threats, I get things done.
There's no need to get excited
and hurl insults around the place, ma'am.
Look, I'll get as excited as I like.
She's losing her mind.
sorry, I forgot, you don't know what it is to feel excited,
but I'll get as excited as I like.
Now I see who's the dog and who holds the leash.
One more thing I wanted to mention,
in case you didn't get it yet.
You have no idea who you're messing with.
You don't know how far I'll go to get what I want.
The Lord is on our side.
You're on your own.
You will fail.
Try me.
Try me, moron.
I'm sure it was someone from the Brotherhood.
How do you know?
It had to be someone Nuno knows for him to get that close.
That's not what I meant, but you're right.
So what did you mean?
Only that bunch of animals
is capable of doing something like this.
What if he comes back to finish what he started?
He'd have to kill the three of us
-before he could get near him. -No one's killing anyone.
And I think you've had enough for one day.
We've had enough for decades, father,
but the Lord, in his grand generosity, keeps on giving.
Why don't you go get some rest at the convent?
What if Nuno wakes up tomorrow
and you're all too exhausted or indisposed?
We're unlikely to be indisposed.
At our age.
I meant indisposed due to tiredness.
Anyway, Emilia offered to stay
and she'll let us know if there's any news.
What about you two?
Father Antequera is on his way,
and we're going to the Brotherhood.
No.
Don't go back to that place.
Where else would we go?
Let me help.
-The door is stuck. -Let me help.
This is a chapel.
It was deconsecrated twenty years ago.
Are the cots still here?
Yes.
-Is it a temporary infirmary? -Why are they here though?
One of father Fermín's good ideas.
To offer accommodation to pilgrims
to help with the costs.
In the end, the only pilgrim was the idea itself.
It took us six months to pay off the cots.
Aren't they nice?
Yes, they're very comfortable.
Don't lie, father, I asked if they looked nice,
not if they were comfortable. I tried them once.
Once was enough.
Well, since we're being honest,
I think a little heating would come in handy.
There are candles.
Wonderful.
-Yes, we'll be fine, sister. -You can stay at no charge.
Thank you.
I only ask that you sweep the place thoroughly once a day.
Once a week, sister.
Are you okay with that?
-I hope you're comfortable. -Thank you so much, sister.
-Goodnight. -Goodnight.
Thank you, sister.
Thank you.
Let's light some candles.
"There are candles," she says. This can't be happening.
What?!
-What a pair of sluggards! -Emilia!
What time is it? What time is it?
Don't tell me it's dawn already.
The sun rose while you slept.
I went to get the sisters while you slept.
I took them to the hospital while you slept.
I came back for you while you slept.
So, are you going to get up
or shall I come back at dinnertime?
Emilia.
What do we have here? An artist.
I'm sure this isn't legal.
If she didn't see anything, then she didn't see anything.
We just want to talk.
And if she wants to do some drawing
while we talk, then that's great, right?
I'd love to be able to draw like that.
Tell me, Sabe, the man you saw in the alleyway,
is he the one who was being mean to Nuno?
Can you tell me anything else about him?
Was he tall, or short?
Was he young? Was he old?
Was he fat?
Do you remember anything?
Yes. He was very mean.
Of course he was.
The thing he did was very bad, right?
And we don't want him to keep on doing bad stuff.
That's why it's really important for you to tell me
if you remember anything else...
She already told you she doesn't remember anything.
I don't know. It was dark. Besides, he ran away.
Let's see.
There's not much to think about, father.
Of course there is, sister, because...
two things strike me.
The person who tried to kill Nuno
might have done it for two reasons, right?
One, because Nuno saw something he shouldn't have,
or that this person thinks Nuno is somehow
involved in Bustamante's murder and wanted revenge, right?
What difference does it make
whether or not Nuno saw something, or did something?
In Italian, we have a well-known phrase:
"Me ne frega."
We're dealing with narcos here, father.
We're not equipped for this.
We don't have hardware, we don't have software,
we don't have anything, let's leave, please.
-The Brotherhood is dangerous. -Are you so sure that someone
from the Brotherhood killed Bustamante?
Really? What?
After the chaos in the square last night,
I followed the mayoress.
-Lord, Lord, Lord. -What?
Sister, sister...
And?
Pilar has inherited the fishery.
She inherited it. Bustamante left her a 51% share.
What are you going with this, father?
Come on, sister, please. Try to be a little less biased.
-I'm not biased. -Yes, you are.
You're massively biased.
No. What bias? I never suspected her.
Well, a positive bias. But it's a massive bias.
But I'm no different, okay?
If I had to choose between that Inquisitor's apprentice
and Pilar, I'd choose Pilar a thousand times over
but, please, let's stick to what happened.
Bustamante was an obstacle, nevermind that,
he was "the" obstacle to all of Pilar's plans. Right?
And his word was gospel,
in the village, in church, everywhere.
And no one kept him in check. Not even God.
Forgive me.
Pedro, you should have seen the mayoress threaten Sebastián.
She was vicious.
And she made sure no one followed her.
She did it when Pombo and everyone else
would have been nowhere nearby.
Really vicious. She was terrifying.
So it may well be that your darling mayoress...
What do you mean, "my darling"? I don't...
What I'm saying is, it's very possible that your darling Pilar
is behind this fake miracle
involving the disappearance and reappearance of that girl.
-What are you saying? -It's true.
What better way to turn this village
into a tourist destination? Let me put it simply.
Throw in a blind nun
who knows where to find missing children and,
while she's at it, she can figure out
the sacred winning lottery numbers,
and then you have a huge business!
No, no, I won't let you say that.
Look, Simón, just because you're an apostate
doesn't give you the right
to jump to conclusions like that.
-What do you mean, apostate? -Sometimes I get the impression
that you don't know what our job is.
When the Church sends us on a mission,
you seem hell bent on wrecking things.
-What are you talking about? -That's what you do.
Okay, enough. Enough, "cretini".
I like the mayoress, yes, she seems honest, capable.
She makes me proud to be a woman, yes.
Is that funny? Sorry, sister, I'll be quiet.
-I'm not a fool. -I'll shut up.
But this guy's a total idiot, no question.
-Come on. -Quiet.
But sometimes God speaks through the mouth of children,
drunkards, madmen and idiots, as in this case.
-Sure. -But facts are facts.
What facts, sister?
Family conflict, religious fanatics, greed...
All wrapped up in a nice little package of drug trafficking.
Conclusion, let's get out of here.
Yes? Yes, this is he.
Praise the Lord. Yes, we're on our way.
-What... -Nuno.
Thanks. We're on our way.
"Madonna."
Hello, can we come in? Yes?
Come in.
Nuno.
How lovely to see you looking so well.
-Hello. -He's well and we're happy.
The doctor was just here and he told us
that all the tests came back with good results.
And that if things stay as they are now,
then Nuno can come home tomorrow.
How wonderful. That's great.
I guess Pombo questioned him?
No.
No one's been here, and there's no need for that.
Nuno's not a suspect for anything.
Come on, sister, God loves you because your hearing is spot on.
It's not because he's a suspect, sister,
but because he's the victim of an attempted murder.
It's routine. That's all.
Yes. But it's fine, let him recover fully
and then...
I don't care if Pombo, Shakira
or the King of England come here.
Neither we nor Nuno owe anyone any explanations.
And please, show a little compassion.
Yes, that's true. You're right, sister.
And you're right to say that here,
amongst people whose work is more attuned to emotions
such as compassion.
You've seen how harsh the world is, right?
It's full of victims and perpetrators.
But I think we can make a difference.
In that case, we'll talk to whoever we need to.
What's the problem?
Nothing to hide, nothing to fear. Right?
That's right, that's what I say.
HOSPITAL
So, what do we do next?
Head straight down the road to Santiago,
return the car, take a direct flight to Rome
and we can eat dinner at home tonight, I'll cook.
Sister, we have a very specific job to do.
We have to verify whether or not Corina performed a miracle
and I can feel something.
-Simón, I need more time. -Great.
You two stay here and I'll...
Sister, give me the car keys, please.
Because I need to go and see my...
I need to go and see father Martín.
-Monsignor Cañola? -Yes, please, give me the keys.
"Va be."
You stay with Salinas.
Be careful.
Wait.
Almost midday. What a time to get up.
-Are you going out to sea? -Yes, but not to work.
With this sun, Castrillón Bay is going to be beautiful.
I want Xiana to see it. Go on, come with us.
All the way to Castrillón? No way.
How long will it take?
What does it matter? I want Xiana to see it.
I don't understand.
Well, the girl seems happy here, right?
And I want her to stay happy here.
Did you see how she danced yesterday?
She felt at home.
It was so lovely, the three of us together.
Stop kidding yourself, Bernal.
That girl has a life, a past,
she's not a toy or a puppy
that you bring home because you think it's cute.
What do you mean "puppy"?
Of course she's not a dog.
She's our daughter, Alba. Our daughter who's come back.
What don't you understand?
Go on.
All good?
Yes.
It's a beautiful day.
Would you like to go to the sea?
I want to show you Castrillón Bay.
Ca-Cas-Castrillón?
Castrillón. Very good.
Okay, I don't know what that is, but sounds "bonito."
It's the most beautiful place in the world.
I'll bet you don't have places like that in Canada.
"momento."
Galician sun isn't harmful, sweetie.
Everyone protect sun. Bad.
Come on, it's getting late.
What's wrong?
-Nothing. -Well then, you coming?
Alba.
Sisters. Can we help?
Okay. How is Nuno doing?
A little better as the day goes by.
Right.
And you're heading straight back to the convent?
No, no, we need to shop some groceries.
Nuno used to take care of that, but now...
-What? Are you crazy? I'll go. -No, no.
"Zitta." What do you need?
I don't know.
-Nuno gets the groceries. -I get it. Nuno took care of it.
Don't worry, from now on, I'll take care of it.
You get some rest.
-We didn't give you any money. -It's on the Vatican.
Well, if the Vatican is paying,
they can fix the roof, it's leaking.
Where's sister Corina?
She's with Nuno.
So, if you're okay with it, then I'd like to talk to her.
Father, I wanted to apologize...
for what I said earlier.
Don't worry, we're all very riled up.
It goes without saying
that we hope you find the person who did this to Nuno.
We will find him.
-And? -What do you mean, "and"'?
You think it's not enough?
No, no, you've made it perfectly clear that it's a lot.
-Maybe too much for you, right? -Too much? For the love of God.
You asked us to come here
to look into a small, run-of-the-mill miracle
and you've led us into the mouth of the devil.
Who only needs to close his jaw to snap us up.
Please, Monsignor.
We're talking about drug trafficking here.
We're talking about a gang of lunatics
that you wouldn't believe, and a mayoress from hell.
And they killed someone, you know?
And that means there's a murderer on the loose.
And another one who came close to killing someone else.
We're not the police. We're not detectives.
We're gonna end up with a bullet in the head, then you'll see.
Sure, no, no. I understand if you're scared.
It's not that we're scared, Monsignor...
No, no, no. You're shitting your pants.
Hey, I'm not shitting my pants. I'm not shitting myself.
And I don't enjoy hearing my parish priest use that word.
Well, it looks like you're shitting yourself.
I'm not shitting myself. I'm really not.
Look, I admit this is a big mess.
Got it.
But who... who do I call to help sort out a mess?
Some kid who just got out of the seminary
and doesn't know how the world works?
-I'm just a town priest. -No, no, Simón,
you're not just a town priest.
You're different.
And I've known that since the day I saved your life
when you were about to die from an overdose in a shitty bar.
Literally.
And more.
What would have happened back then if I'd said,
"Look, kid, sort yourself out, I'm just a priest"?
In Porto da Lúa there's a bunch of people
who are in a whole pile of shit
and they don't even know it, Simón.
Help them.
Help them like I helped you.
Yes, Monsignor, I want to help them, but...
Forget about the delinquents.
Forget about the criminals.
And only focus on the people who truly deserve your help.
Please.
-Damn priest. -I heard you!
Sister Corina.
-Father Salinas? -Yes.
Come in, come in.
They gave him something so he'd sleep.
He got very agitated and was hurting his neck.
I don't know what's wrong with him.
we need to talk about what happened last night.
About your... about the vision you had.
What vision?
You saw that Nuno was going to be attacked.
But that wasn't a vision.
It's just that Nuno's like my son.
It was maternal instinct.
Sure.
"Ciao". Good morning.
If it isn't' the boxing nun.
That was just a slap.
If the people in my village find out, they'll disown me.
What about all this?
Yeah, see, today of all days the cleaning crew
have decided not to do any overtime.
I guess the fact that Gaitán from the Brotherhood
is union rep, must have strongly influenced their decision.
-"Miserable." -Yes.
But, hey, some neighbors are going to come and help.
If you wait until I've dropped the groceries
-with the Olivares sisters... -No. Thank you, sister.
You're not from here, there's no need. Thank you.
What's up, Pombo? What have I done now?
We need to talk.
Well, as you can see, I have plenty of time in my hands.
If you're here to tell me you've locked up
everyone from the Brotherhood, then I'm all ears.
I'll take care of that brawl...
Brawl?
Sorry, a violent attack by a group of fanatics
against people having a good time,
I wouldn't call that a brawl.
I'm not up for arguing about semantics. What is it?
I just heard that following the death of your brother,
you've become the very owner of the fishery.
It would have been good of you to let me know.
Why should I have told you?
Please tell me where you were and who you were with
at the time of Joaquín's murder.
Are you accusing me?
No, I'm not making an accusation.
Are you accusing me of killing my brother?
I'm not making an accusation.
I'm just asking where you were, who with and doing what.
It's usual in these cases.
¿Is that so?
Are you going to ask everyone for an alibi?
Only those who might have had a motive for killing Bustamante.
So what motive do I have for killing my brother?
You don't have one, you have two.
Two.
Your plans, the resort, the hotel,
I don't know, all the things you want to do.
Bustamante was getting in your way.
And now you own the business.
I have five witnesses
who saw you go to his house and threaten him.
-I never threatened my brother. -I have it right here.
"If you keep trying to mess with me,
I'm going to rip your head off."
Come on, it's a family feud.
Tell me where you were and stop messing around.
You have no evidence against me.
Not the littlest of evidence.
Not right now, that's true.
But not providing an alibi just raises suspicion.
What I was doing, who with and where is my business, okay?
When you have a reason for questioning me, let me know.
-Pilar! -What?
If a witness saw you
at the crime scene that night, night then I'll come for you.
Fine. I'll be right here.
Bye.
You sure a natural with this.
We're going to die.
Sweetie, when a wave comes at you,
speed up and hit the wave at 90 degrees.
90 degrees!
I guess 90 means something different in Canada.
Let me.
What?
You're really good at this.
You have to get to know the sea.
The more you know it, the more you respect it.
That's the only secret.
Look.
Do you like it?
Good afternoon.
I'm here for a nice, fresh beer
and something to eat.
I've come straight from town without even a snack
and even my self-esteem is growling.
Isn't it bad to drink alcohol?
So it must be a while since you went to mass, right?
They even turn the blood of Christ into alcohol.
-Goal... -What the hell, damn it!
I can't believe this!
Don't worry. Don't worry.
When things look really grim,
just remember it could be a lot worse.
You could be a Coruña fan.
You got that right.
You're not going to party with your friends today?
This early?
At this hour, it's just old ladies going to mass.
They're all already there. It's rush hour.
Rush hour.
And anyway... I don't know.
I'm trying to focus a little.
My mom's the mayoress.
Sure, sure. I know.
And she's going through hell
with those assholes from the Brotherhood.
Something you want to say, father?
No, unless there's something you want to say.
You don't want to hear my confession?
You want me to hear your confession?
Go on.
The sacrament of reconciliation requires contrition.
And you don't seem too contrite.
I don't know what contrite means.
Repentant.
You never know, father.
You never know.
It does happen.
Sometimes life really messes you around.
I mean, I'm not looking for pity.
I am where I am because I wanted to.
And what happens to me happens, I'll suck it up and that's it.
Sure.
But then, there's my mom.
And even though she looks like she can deal with anything...
It's not like that.
I went back to her as a kind of "last chance".
"Last Train to London." That's from your era, right?
What do you mean? How old do you think I am?
What was that about the last train?
I was "studying" in Compostela.
I'd been there for years.
I came back here at Easter.
Your mother brought you back.
Who else?
She showed up at my house in Compostela.
Granted, it wasn't the best welcome.
Well, sometimes we take
those kinds of liberties with our moms.
Sure, but my liberties involved
her having to pick me up from the hospital
they'd put me in.
Heroin?
Heroin.
When I woke up, my mom was there,
with messy hair, unbelievable.
The way she was looking at me...
So sad.
Damn, the way she looked at me.
She made me feel... something here.
Guilt.
Shame.
You feel like shit.
Well, worse than shit,
because it's not only your life you're wrecking.
But you're messing up the life
of the person you most care about.
We all have our battles, kid.
I'm not the one to tell you that you'll get better,
that this will pass,
that this is the darkest hour before the dawn.
That's all a bunch of lies.
You might get better, you might not.
Some of us got better.
But not because we deserve it
more than those who die in a doorway.
It happens for some of us. Not for others.
I hope it happens to you.
...head up and scores the second goal.
Dammit.
Wanna hear something funny?
These assholes lost their four last matches.
They only beat Leganés, and two ties.
Exactly. One win in seven matches.
And that was the night
I was in the hospital, more dead than alive.
What a damn life.
The day your uncle died.
Is that when you were admitted to hospital?
-Last Saturday? -My half uncle, yes.
And your mom was with you?
What?
Cheers to that, kid.
To Celta, dammit.
To Celta and the fact Deportivo are way worse.
BUSTAMANTE FAMILY
Nuno's attacker must be here.
He must be here, keep your eyes open.
Sorry.
For our reading today,
let us go to St. Paul's first letter...
to the Corinthian Christians.
-Praised be the Lord. -Praised be.
What did he say?
We'll certainly emerge victorious from this.
-I can't hear anything. -I can hear perfectly.
Thank you to the one who has loved us so much.
I am sure that neither life nor death,
nor the angels, nor the devils,
nor the past nor the future,
nor the powers that be in this world,
neither the high nor the low,
no creature at all
shall separate us from the love
that God manifested in Jesus Christ.
This is the...
word of the Lord.
-Glory to you, Christ the Lord. -Glory to you, Christ the Lord.
It's very difficult for me
to address you under circumstances like these.
But here goes.
When I was a little girl, I had a big brother.
A brother that I adored.
Who was a hero to me.
Who I loved like you love someone you admire.
Later, things changed over time.
And my life won't be long enough to regret it.
Today, I bury the brother I loved
and who later became a stranger to me.
Someone I didn't know.
Practically an enemy.
Today, I also bury...
all the words of reconciliation
that we will no longer be able to share.
I will also bury the hugs...
that we will no longer be able to give one another.
And today, I'm also burying...
all the opportunities
we might have had...
of uniting our family.
Thank you to all of you for coming here today.
Sabela.
At times like these, only our faith in God
can ease our pain.
We have lost the best of us.
The wisest.
The purest.
The holiest.
The one who always put his faith in Christ
above everything else.
"Ciao, bella."
Come with me, this is terribly boring.
I don't like these places. They're too sad.
Look, see that big guy over there?
You see him?
He looks like a cemetery full of porkers.
...needing protection and comfort.
Look at the guy over there. He has such an evil face.
He's bad. Really bad.
Do you know him?
Is he actually bad?
How do you know?
Sabela, come here. Come over here.
I told you to stay close.
...the heirs of all your work...
and your holy commands.
-Sebastián? -Amen.
Sebastián?
-What is it? -I spoke to the girl.
She got really scared when she saw that jerk, Gaitán.
I asked her if he was the bad guy and she said yes,
then her dad moved her away, they don't want to speak.
-What is it? -Hey, what's going on?
What's going on?
Okay, don't get involved, this is a police matter.
-That's why I'm here. -Well, I'm Ms. Pilar's lawyer.
What, what's going on?
-Come with us, please. -What has she done?
He wants to cuff me.
-Why? -Come willingly.
We have a witness who places the mayoress
at the place and time of the crime.
Sure, let me guess. Sebastián?
Or Belisario? Or Gaitán?
Or one of the other fanatics from the Brotherhood?
Look, Pilar, we can do this whichever way you choose.
You either come willingly or by force.
Pilar, it's okay.
Go with them, and we'll follow right behind you.
Don't say anything. Don't say a word.
The little girl was really scared when she saw him.
So we should speak to him, right?
Confront him, at least.
Yes, that's perfect. We'll go there and say,
"We know you tried to kill Nuno.
By the way, we have you surrounded, confess."
-I didn't say it would be easy. -It's not easy or difficult.
I can't think of a way to get him arrested.
That's the bike. Turn around!
What the hell are you doing? "Cretino"!
Turn around!
That's the guy who was selling drugs to Alfonso
and the other kids on the night of the party.
-You want me to follow him? -No, I want to see the bike.
Come on, please turn around. Come on, you're gonna lose him!
Come on, sister, don't lose him. Go.
That way, that way.
There, there he is. Don't lose him, don't lose him.
-Don't let him see us. -Sure. But don't lose him.
Don't let him see us.
She's going to lose him!
-He's going to see us! -We're going to lose him!
-He'll see us! -You're losing him. Come on!
Enough!
Pull over, pull over.
This way. There, there.
Stay in the car, sister.
Wait for us here, but get off the path, okay?
-Did someone see you? -No, chill.
Are you telling me that Belisario,
one of the Brotherhood's most important members,
buys drugs?
No.
I'm saying that Belisario,
one of the Brotherhood's most important members,
is not buying drugs, Pedro.
He's selling.