I'm going to put a rocket up your asses!
Leave our village! Blasphemer! Go to hell!
The only thing we know for sure
is that this is very important.
We're talking about drug trafficking here.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.
You don't know how far I'll go to get what I want.
Nuno. Nuno, come here.
Nuno!
There's a murderer on the loose.
We're not the police. We're not detectives.
We're going to end up with a bullet in the head.
Mom! Mom!
Tell me where you were and who with
the night Joaquín was murdered.
What reason do I have for killing my brother?
Bustamante was getting in your way.
I have five witnesses who saw you
go to his house and threaten him.
Give him some space so he can breathe.
Call an ambulance. Call an ambulance.
Today, I bury the brother I loved.
The man who attacked Nuno has to be here.
Do you know that man?
Is he really bad?
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.
Belisario, one of the Brotherhood's
most important members, buys drugs?
No. He's not buying drugs, Pedro.
He sells drugs.
Come.
-Another dream? -Yes.
Corina.
Corina, wake up.
Wait. There was a dog.
Its leg is broken and it's in pain.
It's trapped.
Okay. We'll talk to Reverend Mother.
No, no, no, no.
She doesn't like this.
I have a better idea.
Are you sure about what Corina saw?
Corina said on the coastal path towards the lighthouse,
so it has to be around here.
-I don't... -Over there!
Hey! Nuno, careful!
-Careful. Careful. -Let's go.
Careful. Don't touch. It might bite.
Where is it?
It's here, it's here. I'm just taking this off.
-It's here. Come. -Where?
Hello. Hello!
Hello!
-Corina! -Yes? What?
-Franca! -Anabel!
-Here, here! -We found it!
-What? -Oh, yes.
Okay, be careful. Okay? It's injured.
Where?
-Corina, it's your dog. -This is the dog.
-Thank you, Joaquín. -No, no.
I didn't do anything. It was... it was Nuno.
Nuno! You're the best. You saved it.
Nuno! Nuno! Nuno!
What is the meaning of this?
Where did that dog come from?
You won't believe what happened, Mother.
Corina had a dream last night about a dog that was trapped...
That's enough, child.
Let's not discuss all that nonsense about visions.
Nuno, take the dog to Sister Belinda.
I'm sure she can help with that injury.
I've told you many times, girls.
Visions are a Holy Spirit's gift,
and these are given only to very special beings.
And if the Almighty were inclined to choose Corina,
then He wouldn't send her to find a little a little dog.
Those kinds of gifts are for helping human souls.
And don't treat Nuno like your child.
Soon, he will be handed over to a family for adoption.
But that's crazy. Nuno's almost a man.
He is. And at the same time, he's not, Mother.
He's so innocent, and then there's the sisters.
They've lost so much. They've lost everything!
But they've gained God.
Please, Mother!
I know feeding another mouth at the convent
can't exactly be easy right now.
But that's not the problem, Joaquín.
I think, I thought, that...
It would make me very happy to be able to collaborate...
a lot more.
Regularly and generously.
It would be my honor, and a joy,
to make sure Nuno stays close to us.
Money isn't a solution, but it helps, Mother.
You must really love that boy, Joaquín.
Yeah.
That's great. That's good to hear.
But I'd like to be the one to share the good news.
Yes, sure, the news is all yours, Mother!
So, where'd you come from?
THE ENVOYS
Stop staring at me.
What happened at the cemetery this morning?
-What do you mean? -Something happened.
We all handle grief the best way we know.
Or as best we can.
I don't tell you how to handle it.
Smells good!
It smells good, and tastes better, you'll see!
Good for the sea, Captain?
Perfect.
Are you leaving now?
We're just skimming the coastline, that's all.
Bernal...
It's important that we're all at the meeting this afternoon.
I'll be there on time.
Here's that coffee that you like.
Pond water for out of towners.
I'm not an "out of towner" I'm your daughter.
-Try the tomato. -Tomato?
In Canada, they don't have this.
It's from the garden.
What's that?
Alba, you've outdone yourself.
These are absolutely fantastic.
Sister, could you slow down a little?
I still have a lot I want to do in life, okay?
Your colleague told me to step on it.
I don't want Pombo to start questioning Pilar without us.
And then can we end this fun episode
where we become the detectives, "per favore"?
You've no idea how much I'd love that, Sister.
We're here only to verify a miracle.
Now suddenly we're... investigating drug trafficking,
-for God's sake? -Well, I don't know.
-I don't know. -Well, I'm not interested.
Look, I can't force you to stay.
If you want to leave,
you'll probably be better off in Rome.
Don't play the victim, you've done that already.
Pedro, I feel the same as you. I'm lost.
I don't know what's going on.
And that's why I can't drop this.
I can't forget about it.
You're going through the same thing I am.
Right?
Sister, pick me up later!
Sir, all visitors have to sign in first.
It's fine, Canosa.
Sorry for the delay. Mayoress.
All right. Let's get to it.
Where were we?
-We were about to get serious. -Let's do it.
I'm gonna give you one last chance.
You have no idea how grateful I am.
That's just what I need now, an ultimatum.
Yesterday, I told you that if I found a witness
who placed you near the scene of the crime,
I'd have to come for you.
-Well, we have that witness. -That witness.
You're repeating yourself, now.
Mayoress, please, don't make this any more difficult.
Look, the doll can talk.
This is simple, Pilar.
I just want to know where you were three days ago.
If you have nothing to hide, then tell me,
and that'll be the end of it.
If you tell me where you were, I'll check your alibi.
And if there's nothing weird, then we'll just drop it.
But don't tell me you were home asleep in your bed,
because at this point
not even this miracle-peddling priest would believe you.
Tell me the truth.
I don't like wasting time, you know that.
So why don't you tell me who saw me
at the crime scene? And we'll go from there.
That's not how this works.
If you don't mind, I'm gonna call Monseigneur Cañola,
to clear up this misunderstanding.
Why would you call the Archbishop?
Well, she was with him.
The mayoress had to travel to Santiago de Compostela
the night of the crime
to attend to matters that were directly related
to Sister Corina's miracle.
She had to develop a media communications strategy
on behalf of Monseigneur Cañola.
It's a very delicate matter,
and he wanted it handled with proper care.
So why wouldn't she just tell us this when we asked her?
She happens to be sitting right next to you.
I suggest you direct any questions to me.
Any other suggestions?
Well, since you asked, how about an exfoliating cream?
That would be wonderful... for that mountain of pus.
You just lost my vote for that.
-Pilar... -Too bad.
Pilar. Pilar.
She didn't mention it because, as her lawyer,
I told her not to share any kind of information
without an official court order.
Now that we have you all here, this is the perfect time for her
to make a statement about her alibi.
Don't you think?
So unless you have any further questions,
we have many things to discuss.
Unless you really want us to call
the Monseigneur, He'd be glad to...
No, no. I've already had my fill of clergy.
We're done here, sergeant.
But, do you actually believe that nonsense?
You're the one who sold nonsense.
Please, accept our apologies.
I was with the Archbishop in Compostela?
-A little white lie. -Thank you.
Well, a half lie. But Compostela... That was true.
-How do you know my son? -Well, I met him one day.
Just by chance, and we talked for a while.
He's quite a kid.
Such energy.
He seemed a little bit lost.
But...
he'll turn out all right.
He has a real good heart.
-Honestly, Pilar. -Yeah.
You can come to me for anything. Okay?
You just say the word, all right?
Anything you need.
I appreciate that.
Father!
-Can we drop you anywhere? -Yeah, well...
I'd appreciate that because I have a meeting
with the employees who worked for my brother.
We've got a plan.
Hello.
Hi.
And that's how things stand.
I wanted you to hear it from me
because word gets around in this town.
But I want to be really clear that I had no idea
about my brother's final wishes.
Her half-brother. Half-brother.
If you have something to say, you can say it out loud.
We'd all be happy to hear it.
Joaquín was your half-brother.
-Yes. -He was the son
of Saturnino Bustamante and Raquel Frías.
-You can't say the same. -No, I can't.
I'm the daughter of Felicia Ríos,
which is a great honor.
Honor, you say. Honor?
Honestly, this is how we'll lose everything.
How much garbage do you have in those heads,
and how few sensible thoughts.
My father, my mother and I had to leave here
because you made our lives impossible.
And you know you did that.
Because my father's way of looking at the world
didn't fit in with how you see things.
And you kicked us out.
And my father always said that you'd won.
He died with that grief.
But I have to ask myself, did you really win?
What did you win?
-We're still here. -Yes, you are.
You are. But Anselmo, your son
left this winter, didn't he?
And your daughter left last year.
Carmiña, how long since you've seen your kids?
A long time, right?
Suso, is it enough seeing them once a year, at Christmas?
Five years ago, I came back to this town
with a concrete plan to make Porto da Lúa a home,
for me, and for everyone else who feels the same way.
And that seems to be a lot of you.
Because the majority voted for me. They trust me.
And now you want to shut down this business
and fill our town with a bunch of people from the city.
I want to create better jobs. That's just one idea.
-Do you have a better one? -Of course I do.
Leave things just as they are.
Sure, and just watch the town empty out,
and watch our kids leave home because there's no work here
and no future, because that's what's going on!
Those are lies.
You know you're promising them things you can't deliver.
-It's impossible. -No, it isn't impossible.
Keep up your delusions of grandeur,
you'll end up shutting the business,
which is the only thing that keeps this village going.
Our village, not yours. We'll be left with nothing.
But we already have nothing.
This business doesn't provide enough for everyone.
Can't you see that?
All I see is a deserter who's come here from the city
to tell us how we're supposed to live,
and how to take care of our families.
-No, that's what you do. -No.
As if everything we've done and everything
we've sacrificed so far is worth nothing.
You were always too spoiled. And a little bit of a whore.
-I'm sorry? -Sure. Born in sin.
A degenerate for a father, a mother who was indecent.
And then you had a son
and no one knows who his father is.
One you raised so badly that he turned out
to be a loser.
You see?
Arrogant, angry and greedy.
Is there any mortal sin that...
this company's majority shareholder doesn't commit?
Do you really want to leave your families' future
at the hands of this woman?
Sister, you haven't told me in detail
about the vision you had of Xiana.
We did talk about it.
Yeah, all right, well, not the details, and...
it's important for the investigation.
But if this isn't a good time,
then we can speak later, too, hm?
All right, well... What would you like to know?
Well, everything.
How was it? How did it start?
And... did Alba ask you to help?
I imagine that, with your reputation and...
knowing her for so long,
then perhaps Alba asked you to help her out...
-No. -And you didn't want to...
let her down, I don't know.
No, no, no, Not at all, no.
You know about my gift, and...
-I've never tried to hide it. -Right.
Even so, she never came to me.
Which, I must confess, was a great relief, Father.
Would you tell me a little more about how it works,
this special gift that you have?
All right, well...
I don't know, it's like... It's like a dream.
But, to be honest, I don't know how it works.
Anything you could tell me really helps.
Well, the three of us were resting
after finishing our prayers, Nuno had already left
and then, suddenly, images started to appear
in my head rapidly.
What images?
Images of a town, a young woman, in a house.
Alba was crying. And then, suddenly... a number.
That's it.
And then you contacted the authorities?
No, no, no. I discussed it with my sisters.
We thought about it a lot that night.
We decided to talk to Alba
and, well, that's what we did.
How did she react?
She cried. She cried a lot.
With such torment it broke my heart, I have to admit.
Once she calmed down, she asked us not to say anything
until she'd had a chance to talk to Bernal.
So, naturally, we agreed to her request, of course.
Alba was devastated.
We waited for days before we said a word.
Then, after about a week,
Alba said, as far as she was concerned, it was fine.
That we could talk to the authorities,
so they could begin their search.
Yeah.
Well, I imagine you must have been very pleased
-to find out you were right. -Yeah, sure.
I guess I should have been pleased.
Enough. "Andiamo a casa."
Sure.
What, are we going to get involved in politics too?
Stop the car, please. Look, look.
No. No, no! He can call a tow truck.
Stop the car, please.
Stay here, okay?
Keep the car running, just in case.
Hello. Do you need a hand?
No, I'm good. Thank you.
Are you sure? It'll take no time with the two of us.
I actually wanted to ask you a question,
but I won't bother you now. I'm not in a hurry.
What question, father?
Well, I wanted to find a friend of mine who does motocross.
Red helmet with a dragon.
You know who that is?
No idea.
You may have seen him around, He's always delivering stuff.
On a motorcycle.
He hangs out in the bar over by the jail.
You must have seen him.
I haven't, dude. No idea.
Look at that.
Before I was father, now I'm dude.
You're distancing yourself.
-Are you messing with me? -I thought we were friends.
Hey.
Hello!
-Is there a problem? -No, no.
-No. No, no, no. -All good.
The priest here offered to...
give us a hand here, but...
he's just leaving, right, father?
I'm not in a hurry.
But now there's three of you, I guess you can fix the wheel...
Thanks a lot.
On your way now, father.
Right, now I'm father again.
And a little bit of a jerk, too.
As I was just explaining to Mr. Belisario...
I'm looking for a friend who comes and goes,
delivering packages on a blue motorcycle.
He says he doesn't know him, but I think maybe you do.
Okay, enough!
Do you want me to hit you?
I think I understand. Calm down.
All right... It's all right. I'm leaving.
If you see him, just... tell him I'd like to see him.
All right, I'll leave you to it.
It's conclusive, Simón.
-It's real. -It's...
It is real. It's beautiful, it's...
I can see it, I can even feel it, Simón.
Every time I talk to sister Corina,
when I see how Franca defends her sisters,
like a lioness. When I see how Anabel
protects Nuno as if he were a child, as though he were...
as if he were her child, almost.
What?
What? What's up?
-What is it? -Nothing at all.
-You? -No, nothing at all.
-Maybe something's up with you. -What do you mean?
I don't know, a wave of faith in humanity,
a rush of optimism. But don't worry,
-it happens to everyone. -It's true.
Simón, something truly extraordinary
-is actually going on. -What's extraordinary?
These are normal things that go on in a normal town.
Good people being good, bad people being bad.
That's it.
A nun who's been blind for 50 years
suddenly sees a street, a number, and a location,
of exactly where to find a girl who'd been missing for 20 years.
What does that mean?
-Just that. -I assume it means that...
you agree with what I'm saying right now.
-No, Not at all. -Not at all?
All right, so what is it then?
"Madonna", it means you two should stop messing with me.
"Per favore, andiamo."
That poor lady.
Her Galician Disneyland isn't working out too well.
I'm staying. I'll walk back.
Hey, Simón, listen.
Careful, okay?
-What do you mean? -Well, nothing.
Alfonso.
-How's it going? -What's up?
They're leaving already?
Yeah, as you can see.
She's saying her goodbyes to the investors.
Well, we always have the tradition.
And those sons of bitches from the Brotherhood are to blame.
Sorry, father.
No, don't worry. It's okay to insult and...
let it all out.
I'll always prefer that over a lie. Don't worry.
Look at her.
-My poor mom. -What do you mean, poor mom?
You could really learn something.
I'd love to have even half the balls your mom has.
Do you know why we came back to Porto da Lúa?
To give payback to the sons of bitches
who kicked her dad out of the village.
She's not even fighting for herself.
-She's fighting for him. -That's good.
I'd have loved to have a parent to fight for.
What do you expect me to do?
It's her fight, father. It's her problem.
-Yeah, yeah. -There's nothing I can do.
If she's alone, that's what she wants.
Sure, but how does this town choose its mayor?
Same as everywhere, with elections.
So, if she was elected, it was for a reason.
She's not alone.
-Mayoress, how are you? -Hello.
-Are the investors gone? -Yes. All of them.
Except for one. He wants to go hiking tomorrow.
Just what I need, to get a sprained ankle
and devoured by insects.
You coming to the house?
I'm hanging out with a few friends.
I could make something delicious, for dinner.
Well...
Hey, come on.
You don't want to miss out on that dinner. Mayoress.
Wait.
I mean... Well, if you're cooking...
then I can't really miss that major event.
-That's right, that's it. -Right?
If you're really cooking for once.
That's great!
Father, wait.
Hello.
I see you've made some friends in the village.
Are you watching me? I feel protected.
No. Please, father, I'm not watching you.
You're not that important.
I know that.
-So, I wanted to ask you... -About Nuno? I knew you'd ask.
He's doing great, thank the Lord. Yes.
It seems that the attacker was so weak
that he ran away when he saw a little girl.
Well, I'm pleased to hear that, father.
Nuno needs to recover, so he can face justice.
Well, with the speed of Justice, you could grow an oak by then.
You certainly speak the truth, father.
The justice of man is really slow, and corruptible.
Well, you could hardly call it justice.
Don't you agree?
Yes, I do agree. I'm a lawyer.
Not sure if you knew.
You're really preaching to the choir.
Well, as a priest, you are aware that the Lord's justice
follows us... forever.
It always catches us.
Just as it will Nuno.
Well, with those happy thoughts, I'm expected at the convent.
-Father, I'll drop you off. -No, no, that's fine.
-Thank you. -Father!
Get in.
Where do you live, father?
In the Vatican.
But, I'm from Madrid, through and through.
Mm. So just like the mayoress, you must think this town
is stuck in the Middle Ages.
No. Well, every era has its charm, right?
Yeah, sure, that's very true, but we live in this era,
not the Middle Ages.
I mean, I'm driving a 4X4, not a carriage.
We're happy to accept all of the benefits of modernity.
Congratulations.
The Brotherhood just doesn't accept the bad parts.
If only we could pick and choose.
We can always choose.
We choose what is good and control the bad.
We don't bother anyone. As long as they don't bother us.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Earlier, you asked Belisario about a motorcycle.
What do you know, father?
That's right, the kid with the bike.
I haven't seen him for a while, so I was asking around.
What do you know, father?
Nothing.
Come on, father. I don't believe you.
I swear to you... I don't know anything.
Do you need to take a leak, or what?
What do you mean by that?
This reminds me of "The Godfather."
Now I don't want to spoil the film for you, but...
there's a part where they stop on the side of the road,
supposedly to take a leak,
and they end up killing Paulie.
That's right. "The Godfather" was a great movie.
And you're right,
if we killed you, no one would know.
What do you want?
The motorcycle. What do you know, father?
The other night, I saw a guy
who was hassling Alfonso, the son of the mayoress.
That kid's really had a problem with drugs
and he's trying to get clean.
So I just... Well, I wanted to ask Belisario...
to leave him alone.
Why Belisario?
What are your friends up to?
Guess they have to take a leak. Why Belisario?
Please, no. Because he gave him some stuff.
What stuff?
I don't know. I don't know.
Honestly, just forget it. Okay?
I don't want to get the Vatican involved in all this,
so I'll pack my bags tomorrow
and leave and you can keep your town,
with your boats, and suitcases, and motorcycles,
-all of it, honestly. -What boats?
-What? -You just said,
-"with your boats". -No.
You just said, "with your boats".
No, no. didn't mean anything at all by that.
They're all over the place around here.
-Get out, father. -Please.
-Drop me off at the convent. -Get out!
No, no, no. No, please!
No, no, no. Please!
Get on your knees!
No, I'm not getting on my knees, much less for you!
I told you. Did I or did I not tell you?
The problem is no one listens to me!
All right, Emilia. They were just trying to scare me off.
That's all? Really?
"That's all," he says. "Andiamo via, per favore"!
There's no need to go running off.
No, sister Emilia is right.
You're getting caught up in police business.
That's not why we're here, Simón.
Pedro, shouldn't you be asleep by now?
You need to rest.
How do you expect me to sleep when you were almost kidnapped?
Well, they're a bunch of punks. In the way they...
Come on, they're drug "trafficanti".
"Andiamo via, per favore".
All right. I consider myself warned off.
Tomorrow, we pack our bags and leave.
No, I'm staying. I'm staying here.
What? What are you saying?
I need to stay and investigate what happened.
What?
You know that's why we came, right?
I can't stop thinking about the conversation
-I had with Corina. -No. He's not listening.
It was really strange. Something doesn't add up.
You are crazy, both of you!
If he feels something, then...
Emilia!
I don't know, man.
What the hell?
I can't believe it.
Looks like Celta lost again.
I wonder how Alfonso took it.
That poor kid.
He reminds me of me...
and my sister.
Humiliating himself all day.
That's what drugs do to you.
Turn you into someone who spends all day begging.
Embarrassing. The only future that you can see...
is your next high.
There are some brave people in this town, honestly.
I know what it is! I know what doesn't add up. It's...
Good Lord, I can't believe I didn't see it before!
God, you scared me.
I know! Look, I know what's wrong.
-What? -Corina told me when she spoke
to Alba... Stop shining that light in my eyes!
Corina told me that when she spoke to Alba...
-What happened? -Can you both stop
interrupting? Please.
Corina told me that when she spoke to Alba...
-Yes. -Alba asked her
not to say anything until she'd had a chance
to speak to Bernal, her husband.
So what?
She only talked to Bernal a week later.
Some people need more time, Pedro!
No. No, not in situations like this. It's different.
She said she was devastated.
Corina told me that she was devastated
when she heard the news, that she cried.
She said that she cried in such a way
-that it broke her heart. -And?
Well, let's recap. Think of when we saw Alba.
She wasn't alone, she was with her husband,
and her daughter who'd been missing for 20 years.
The three of them were reunited once again.
Does she seem like a happy woman to you?
Does she seem like a woman who's fulfilled,
now that she's got her family back?
Or...
Does she seem like a woman whose heart
is still shattered though?
Nuno!
-Nuno! -Hey.
-Nuno. Nuno. -How are you?
-Good. I'm good. -You're home!
-Nuno. -I'll be okay.
Nuno, we're so glad you're back.
Come on in. Come on in. Come in.
Thank God you're all right.
Let's go. Let's go.
Nuno.
-This is good. -I'm glad.
The truth is, the hospital treated me really well.
Everyone was awesome.
I brought you some cupcakes. Did you get them?
-No. -Lovely people, huh?
-A bunch of cupcake thieves. -It's alright.
I'm sure someone enjoyed them.
But you could make me some more, if you like.
The doctor said I can eat whatever I want.
-That's wonderful. -Good morning.
-Good morning.
You look so well, Nuno. Good to see you back home.
Father Salinas is staying with us
just for a few days.
It was father Salinas who found you after the attack.
Yes, but Sister Corina is the one who felt
-we should look. -Thank you.
Thank you both very much.
-Coffee, father? -I'm fine. Thank you.
Sister Corina, may I borrow you for just a moment?
-To talk? -Yes, of course, sure.
It's rude to have secret conversations.
Look how jealous she gets, father.
Girls, please. Come on.
We're nothing more than really good friends.
Hey, hey!
You must be pleased to have Nuno back home, right?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Sister I wanted to speak to you because...
I couldn't sleep at all last night,
after what you told me about Alba.
Well, everyone already knows all that.
I didn't reveal any secrets. Right?
Yes, of course. Well, it's just that...
I just couldn't stop wondering, and trying to understand
why she took so long to talk to Bernal.
Was there anything... happening during that time?
-What was Alba doing? -I don't know.
I guess thinking things over.
Yes, but, thinking about what?
How would I know? I'm not a mind reader, father.
Right.
Look...
I'd like to make use of your abilities
to show you something.
Well, considering I'm blind,
that could prove to be difficult.
No, of course.
I don't even know where to begin, sister.
I'm talking about...
In the past, I've also had...
those sensations.
Those images. Just like you, I have them too.
I've never understood them, but...
I have learned to listen to them,
to accept they are important.
The last time I had one of those feelings was
the night that Bustamante was killed.
And, as I've apparently reached the stage
where I'm taking desperate measures,
I wanted to try something with you.
May I?
Sure.
What's wrong?
What do you feel?
-No. -What do you see?
-No, no, no. -Tell me what you see!
-What's wrong? What do you see? -No, no, no, no.
Let go of me, please, let go. Let go, Let go of me! Let go!
-There he is. -I'll go with you.
No. I think it's best if I go alone. Wait for me.
Alba, good morning.
Good morning.
Thanks for seeing me.
We could have met in the office.
To be honest, I'm a little busy.
Forgive me.
I Just wanted to give you a little privacy, that's all.
What is it?
Look, I'm not here for my own interests, okay?
I'm here on an official mission from the Roman Catholic Church
and the Holy Father, who's...
God's envoy here on Earth.
He is more like an executioner sometimes.
Well...
Yes, I guess so, sometimes.
But still his envoy, Alba.
And I have a job to do. And that job is...
finding out the truth about what Sister Corina saw.
But truths don't always come on their own, Alba.
They come in bunches, in little handfuls,
and I need to understand everything.
I need to understand the relationships,
the dynamics between the different people,
to figure out whether it really was a vision,
a real vision, or if it was...
triggered somehow by... a suggestion.
-You get what I'm saying? -No.
Well, pretend you do, or we'll be here all day.
Anyway, that's not important.
What's important is that sister Corina told me
that when she had her vision, you asked her not to say
anything to Bernal until you had the time to think it over.
As you'd expect.
For a whole week?
And was that a week to think about it, a week to...
discuss it with your husband?
To discuss it with the father of the girl... who disappeared?
It's weird, you know?
There nothing at all that's weird about it, okay?
Yes, I know. I know that, Alba.
And, believe me, I understand. I understand...
I understand the uncertainty.
I understand the desire for it to be true.
The fear that it might be true.
But, honestly, the only thing I don't understand is...
Why don't tell it to your husband?
That's why priests should marry.
You'd understand things a whole lot better.
Why don't you explain it?
Explain it to me, then.
I have to get to work, father.
And?
Nothing.
We all have our struggles, father.
Maybe she didn't believe the story about the girl.
No, she believed it.
Maybe she thought she wasn't her daughter.
She did believe it. She trusted Corina from the beginning.
Hold on. What if Bernal isn't the father?
I mean, where I'm from, it happens all the time.
They both had their DNA tested.
What if...
What if we leave now?
No, sister.
No, please! Please. I didn't do anything.
-You didn't do anything? -I swear I didn't do...
You're a drug dealer and you didn't do anything?
No! No! No, please! Please!
Who do you work for, cunt?
You'd better tell us who you work for.
The Bulgarian.
-The Bulgarian? -Yes. He deals in Compostela.
I only buy off him every now and then.
I swear to you! I swear to...
Don't lie. And don't swear.
And what do you have to say in your defense, Judas?
Please, Brother Sebastian...
don't hurt me.
I swear I'll make it right.
Don't swear, sinner. What were you thinking?
Huh? How could you find yourself working
with that devil's poison?
Money.
I just wanted money.
I have committed... the sin of greed.
Just don't hurt me, I beg you.
I beg you, in the name of the Lord.
Don't even think of invoking the Lord, you pig.
You used the Brotherhood to enrich yourself.
You've put us all in danger.
You've broken every single one of our vows.
Our sacred oaths!
Brother... I'm sorry, Brother Sebastian.
No, please, don't kill me!
¡No!
Stop it. Your false contrition is offensive to God.
I don't want to hear it.
You will go back to Compostela to tell your boss
that Porto da Lúa is off limits forever.
For him, for you, or anyone else who tries to come here
to poison the blood of our people.
No, please! No!
No, please. Please, no.
No, please. No, please!
Please! No!
Let me go. Let go of me!
Just let me go, please!
Let go of me!
We can no longer offer you any help, Belisario.
Notice that I no longer call you brother Belisario.
You've lost your title... your right.
You've sullied us, and you'll pay.
In the Old Testament, stoning was reserved
as punishment for the unfaithful.
What you have done is a form of adultery, the worst of all.
-Brothers. -Yes.
But you weren't even trying to satisfy
the demons of the flesh, no.
You only satisfied your own greed.
Have mercy!
Mercy!
No.
Brothers!
Mercy!
No!
Hello.
I need to talk to you, Xiana.
Yeah, sure.
Are you alright?
Secrets don't last five minutes in this town.
Any longer and they rot you from the inside out.
I'm going to tell you a secret I've kept for 20 years.
So imagine how rotten I am.
-You're scaring me right now. -No.
There's no reason to be afraid.
You might get angry and hurl insults, but...
no reason to be afraid.
It to do with who your real father is.
I don't understand.
Bernal isn't your father.
There.