Alright, come on, just a little hit.
-Hey... -Alfonso.
The thing that upsets me most is that I hurt my mom.
When you know how much it hurts her,
and you still get high.
Getting high is the thing you care most about.
Say it.
Getting high is more important than my mom.
Our Brother, Belisario,
we haven't heard from him since yesterday.
We're not used to having this kind of thing happen.
And when our people come under attack,
we defend ourselves.
And they threaten me, a priest,
in broad daylight.
And they're obsessed with biblical punishments.
Simón, they punished Bustamante.
It's basic policing, you have no motive.
Bernal isn't your father.
If not Bernal, who?
Don't ask any more questions.
When Xiana was born,
part of me believed that Joaquín would react.
That he'd bet on me and on his daughter.
But no.
That would have been the end of his life in the Brotherhood.
And the Brotherhood really was sacred to him.
Bustamante didn't have it in him to take the girl himself.
Hestia...
Hestia.
Corina?
-Hestia. -Corina.
Hestia, Hestia, Hestia...
Hestia.
-Calm down, Corina. -Hestia...
-It's okay. -Hestia, Hestia...
I'm here now.
It's happened again, hasn't it?
No.
This time, it was worse.
Child, I know you mean well.
But do you really think...?
I trained myself to stop hearing the voices, Mother.
I did as you asked.
But this time, the vision was something awful.
Someone's life is in danger.
We are a just a tiny creation of the Lord's.
We don't have the tools to understand
the things that are higher than us.
And if it isn't the Lord,
then who is behind your visions?
Is that something you've considered?
What if it's the evil one?
What if it's the devil trying to trick you.
How can you be so sure?
Because Corina is never wrong.
Damn Corina.
Joaquín, please, you have to believe me.
People's lives are in danger.
I don't know, Anabel.
The boats don't leave port because of a dream.
Anyway, my father and I are going to...
Nuno, be careful.
How is he? Has he taken the antibiotics?
He's absolutely fine. I'll take care of him.
Hestia.
Does the name Hestia mean anything to you?
Yes, one of the boats in our fleet has that name.
And how would a blind nun know that?
No, the structure isn't right.
-Hello. -Joaquín.
-How lovely that you're here. -Yes.
Look, I have something important to tell you,
but you have to listen to me.
Yes, yes, of course. Come into my office.
Boss, can we come in?
Look who's here.
Joaquín, play with me.
I didn't know you had your daughter with you.
My daughter? She's your sister.
Yeah, look, Dad, we really need to talk.
Yes, of course, let me just order a couple of coffees.
Yes, please go to Isabela's
and get us two coffees and the best cake she has.
Thank you.
So, how are you? How is everything?
Great. You?
I'm good, but I'd be better if I saw you more often.
Sure, but I'm not the one who has a new family.
Joaquín, look what I've got, want to play?
So, what did you want to talk about?
-Me? -Yes.
What was the important thing you had to tell me?
No, no, nothing. It can wait.
Don't go. At least, have coffee with your father.
This business gives me nothing but headaches. Come on.
Brighten up my day.
No, Father, I have to go.
You do your thing.
I didn't mean to bother you.
THE ENVOYS
XIANA HELLO, DAD
No!
What are you doing?
-Bernal, please! -Get out of here!
No way!
-Get out of here, dammit! -No, Dad!
I'm not your father.
No, you're much more than that.
My father abandoned me.
You didn't.
Darling.
Here, drink some water.
-No. -Yes. You have to drink water.
You need to clean your blood. Come on.
No, thanks.
Yes. You need to pee out the toxins.
Come on, don't make me get angry, love.
Drink up.
Dammit, Mom.
Do I look that bad?
No, you look tired.
You need to sleep.
Mom, remember our deal?
No more lies.
You look a wreck, son.
You look a total mess.
Okay, no lies, but you could hold back a bit,
you're going to finish me.
And seeing how we're on this truth gig...
How many times have you thought that...
that night with whoever my father was,
that you should have asked him to wear a condom,
because you got a handful of problems.
What a handful.
What are you talking about?
Is that what you think?
You're the best thing that happened in my life.
The best.
You're the best.
-No, answer, answer. -No.
No, really, answer.
Go ahead, Pumbo.
What?
So, what was it? An accident?
Bernal?
No, I can't come now.
Pumbo, I can't come now.
Mateo, listen up,
because I'm only going to say this once, okay?
I can't come now and as far as I'm concerned
the whole damn village can go up in flames.
Got that? Clear enough for you?
Thanks for understanding.
Okay.
We'll speak tomorrow, okay?
Okay.
What are you doing?
I don't know what happened, but let's go.
No, no, no, you need to rest. I need...
Listen, there's nothing to discuss.
Let's go.
You go get started, I'll deal with them.
Where is he?
They already took him in.
He was with his daughter, or his step daughter.
Right, what do I know?
Like the rest of us.
Keep calm, got it?
There's nothing to see here, gentlemen.
We'll let you know
when the situation's under control.
If she has a right be here, so do we.
She's the mayoress.
And we're the owners.
And I'm an owner, and the mayoress. Two for one.
We can see how well business goes
when it's expert hands like yours.
You're such a jerk.
You don't look too good, kid,
and you couldn't take a slap so don't go asking for one.
You asked for one. Congratulations.
And I'll smack the other side any time you like,
because I'm really in the mood.
Let's settle down, okay?
Shall we cool things down?
Yeah, before everything goes up in flames.
Who the hell do you think you are?
I don't think anything. I am.
I'm the mayoress of Porto da Lúa
and the owner of this business.
You're a spoiled bitch.
Don't push me!
Okay, enough.
You're the worst thing that happened to Porto da Lúa
in its entire history.
You're kidding.
Bearing in mind that the Inquisition,
the plague and the garrote passed through here,
you're putting me on a pedestal that I'm not sure I deserve.
People may have voted you in as the mayoress,
but you will never own this business.
I own a 51% share.
And the Brotherhood has 49%.
Well, I have the bigger share.
But I'm the President of the Board,
and Gaitán is the Director.
Owning shares doesn't put you in charge.
It doesn't? So what does then?
Making the right decisions over time.
Knowing the business.
You haven't got a clue
and you will put everyone on the street.
You're right about that.
Starting now.
You and you and your entourage, on the street!
What gives you the right...
My shares give me the right, eunuch.
-Got that? -You can't do that.
Of course I can. Watch me.
Let's go, love. Scram.
Are you sure you're doing the right thing?
Never.
So what do we do now?
Call a lawyer. Quick.
Why the hell did I study semiotics?
Alfonso.
-Are you okay? -Yes, yes, Father.
You could say I'm doing better than anyone else around here.
Listen, you're a lawyer as well as a priest, right?
Yes. Yes.
Why? Did something happen?
I don't want to miss out
on seeing your face when I tell you.
Can we meet?
Does it have to be right now?
Because I need to get some sleep.
Relax. Okay, I'm on my way.
Pedro.
-What's wrong? -Dammit, Pedro, please!
What are you doing?
I was stretching. That's all.
You look like a crucifix, God dammit.
Don't take the name of the Lord in vain.
This chapel is deconsecrated, okay?
God is everywhere.
Look, don't mess with me.
Don't mess with me, you nearly scared me to death.
Calm down, Simonete, please.
Damn, what were you doing?
I was thinking.
You've picked up a bad habit, I mean it, Pedro.
Know what I was thinking?
No. I give up.
What's the strangest thing
that's happened since we got here?
The fact they crucified someone head down?
No.
No? You don't think that's strange?
No, I mean, there are people
who chop people up and eat them with wine.
It'd be worse if they ate them with Coca-Cola.
What?
It'd be worse if they ate them with Coca-Cola.
Have you ever tried that?
I don't think it would pair well.
If it doesn't pair well, it's not because of the Coca-Cola.
Okay...
I give up, Pedro.
Go on.
Let's have it.
What do you think is so strange?
Three girls go blind on the same night.
And they're not medically blind, I mean,
it's not a physical blindness, it's a traumatic blindness,
also known as hysterical blindness.
My question is, what happened?
What did they see?
I still think the crucifixion is way stranger.
Come on, Simón. Focus, please!
You've spent the last three hours thinking.
I just woke up.
Let me take a breath, dammit.
Three girls go blind, yes?
-Yes, okay. -And they're taken to a convent
days after a boy is abandoned there,
and no one knows who left him.
-Okay. -Mysteriously, days later,
a young man by the name of Bustamante
starts visiting the convent,
starts to take an interest in the boy,
bonds with him and, apparently, nearly adopts him, hm?
How do you know that?
-Know what? -That he nearly adopted him.
Because the sisters told me.
Because I talk to the sisters the whole time, Simon,
because I'm doing my job.
Because I'm carrying out an investigation
while you're playing at being a narcotics agent
or the mayoress' personal assistant?
And, each to their own, no judgment,
but the point is, Bustamante
nearly adopted Nuno.
Plus, years later, Bustamante has a daughter "in sin."
The girl mysteriously disappears.
And when the girl comes back on the scene,
Bustamante shows up crucified, head down.
What do you reckon?
Why did you go "in sin" like that?
Like in air quotes, "in sin."
-What does it matter? -Why did you do air quotes?
-It doesn't matter. -It's definitely a sin!
I don't care. That's not the point.
The point is that Bustamante is at the heart of everything.
Bustamante knows everything.
Knew, Pedro. Knew. Knew.
For the love of God, they finished him off,
they killed him and now he's... well...
And they killed him in a really strange way
even though you seem to think it's just ordinary.
But you agree with me, right,
that Bustamante is the key?
Yes.
But he's in Heaven.
And I don't know which locksmith I could call, Pedro.
Right.
So, I'll...
If there's anything...
Okay.
Did they get your fingerprints inked?
I'll take care of this. Come on.
-I'm with him. -Sure.
We don't have a digital thingy for prints yet.
Dammit, Bernal.
How could you lose your head like that?
If your daughter hadn't stopped you,
you'd have set half the village alight.
What happened?
You know she's not my daughter.
If only my daughter looked out for me
the way she looks out for you.
Let's go.
Are you okay?
I'm fine. It's my mom.
What happened?
Well, it's my mom.
Come.
Father.
Mom...
Would you like a coffee?
-No. -Two.
Xiana.
How's Bernal?
Where is he?
Mateo...
Mateo, how's Bernal?
How do you think?
-Is he hurt? -No, he's not hurt.
I need to talk to him.
No.
No, not now. It's not possible.
Mateo, please. You have to let me talk to him.
-No... -Mateo.
Mateo, I'm begging you, please.
Mateo, let me talk to him. Mateo!
You think you have the right to yell at me?
I don't have the right to do anything.
But he has a right to hear what I have to say.
Even if it's just to spit in my face.
He's earned that, don't you think?
Let's go.
-Bernal, please. -Let's go!
-I'm taking a risk here. -Give her a chance.
My love.
Bernal, my love.
I'm the village villain, and I don't care.
But...
it would kill me if I was yours.
I'll be right outside.
I needed to talk to you, but I don't know what to say.
I'm not sure whether what I feel most
is shame, pain or anger, or all but...
But I thought I was losing my mind.
Forgive me.
Why would you ask for my forgiveness?
I should be asking for yours.
Even though I know there's no forgiveness.
No one can have enough love to forgive all this.
At least Xiana is...
a child born from love.
That doesn't matter now.
That's in the distant past.
It matters to me.
And I imagine it matters to Xiana too.
A silly love.
-A young girl's love. -But real. You could see it.
You knew?
About your affair with Bustamante?
Of course. I always knew.
I'm not stupid.
I knew right from the start.
I could tell just from looking at you.
But I decided to keep quiet.
I kept quiet when you'd get back late.
I kept quiet when you looked at him in that way,
even though the pain was killing me.
I kept quiet and I prayed...
that it would end one day.
But it was understandable.
He was good-looking, I wasn't.
He was the boss, I wasn't. He...
He had it all, and I...
-Please don't say that. -But it's true.
I made do with the few moments
we'd have together as a couple.
I dreamed that one day you'd feel the same way I did.
When you got pregnant...
I thought...
I thought it was mine.
Because I'm not dumb, but I am a little dumb.
And I realized you weren't seeing him anymore,
that it had finished.
I thought that now, yes...
Now, we could be happy forever.
That our fairytale was starting...
That's what I thought.
My God, how could anyone be so dumb?
Okay...
Lucky you don't charge by the hour.
Better than that.
I don't charge at all.
Seriously, Father, I speak for us
both when I say, thank you.
No, you're welcome.
Learn from the kid.
You're an angel, son.
And so are you, Father.
Right, what conclusions have we reached?
The biggest and most overreaching conclusion...
Thank God I never worked in business.
And beyond that, the other conclusions
are pretty ambiguous and confusing,
to be honest.
I don't own the business?
You're the majority shareholder.
So that means I'm the owner.
Well...
You're the majority shareholder
and you own more than the others
but you're not the owner.
Can I get rid of Sebastián?
You... you can get rid of Sebastián.
But you can't get him out of the Brotherhood.
And the Brotherhood owns 49%.
And the same applies to Gaitán?
No.
Could you please talk to me like I'm an adult?
Gaitán's position is different.
Goodbye... Goodbye Gaitán?
No. You just can't fire Gaitán.
Why?
Because he's the union representative.
He's the Director of the company board.
And you can't kick him out while he holds that position.
Not for the next two years.
That can't be right. That can't be right.
I have one investor left. One.
I have one investor left,
may God preserve his health and wealth.
And as much love as he likes.
Because between the crucifixion,
the blood baths and all the rest
have taken the Santiago trail straight to the civilized Europe
that everyone says is out there.
And these bastards all they do is put spanners in the works.
And I want to destroy them
and you're telling me to forgive them.
-How do I do that? -No, no.
As a man, I say, let's destroy them.
But as a priest, I have to tell you, let's forgive them.
-Right. -And as a lawyer,
I'm saying, let's work something out.
Xiana.
Excuse me.
What are you listening to?
I'd like to know what music you listen to
at a time like this.
Jesus.
Music.
Xiana...
Xiana, look at me.
Maybe not.
Best you don't look at me.
I won't be able to tell you this
when I'm looking you in the eyes.
You must have noticed
that I haven't shown you
what you might call "maternal instinct."
You know what the problem is, Xiana?
The problem is that I'm dead.
That... that the day they took you, I died.
Inside.
I'm just a shell.
I really want to love you like a mother but...
But I'm incapable of it.
A mother...
A mother wouldn't do what I did.
No, correction.
A human being wouldn't do what I did.
No, another correction
because no animal would do it either.
So...
a whole life wouldn't be long enough
to ask for forgiveness.
I decided to die that day.
I've lived all these years
without knowing where I'm from.
Without knowing who my parents are.
Without knowing anything.
I've lived all these years knowing everything.
It hasn't been easy for any of us.
But it's not your fault.
It's my fault.
Pedro!
Very good. So we agree?
Yes. Of course.
Monsignor Cañola.
-I'll see you. -Perfect.
-Good morning. -Hello, good morning.
What was it?
-Pedro Salinas. -That's it.
Simón Antequera's colleague, Porto da Lúa?
Yes, yes, sorry, sorry.
It's just, I have a lot on my mind.
-I can imagine. -Is Simón here with you?
Uh, no.
No, actually he doesn't know I'm here.
And why is that?
If he knew, he'd try to stop me.
Or worse, he'd try to come.
I don't think this is a good time.
No, it is.
It is.
Actually, I'll let you choose the venue.
It could be at your office, the cathedral.
We could go for a walk.
A confessional would be ideal.
Good morning, Sisters.
Praise the Lord.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Seems like you had a good night.
Excuse me?
Although we don't know in whose company.
Right.
Truth is, I didn't have a very good night.
I'm glad.
For the benefit of your soul.
Well, I had a great time.
It's been a while since we had a nighttime chatter.
Anabel, do you remember
how we used to chat until the late hours?
Yes.
Although we didn't hear cars coming and going.
Well, in this instance, the mayoress called me.
She had a problem, so of course...
The kind of problem that stops you from sleeping.
I've heard she's very pretty.
People say all kinds of nonsense.
Have you seen her?
Excuse me, Sisters.
Or maybe I should say "mothers"
because of how you're treating me.
What a treasure.
Stop annoying him, Franca.
Mayoress, you exploitative crook!
Come out, you crook!
Excuse me, excuse me.
Accomplices, out!
Sons of...
Alfonso! What happened?
Well, they invited us here for a friendly chat
and then the jerks started with all this.
What tone did you use?
This is what happens when you try to talk to these animals.
They can smell weakness!
Do you want me to talk to them?
No, I don't need a lawyer to talk to them.
I need Doctor Dolittle.
By the way, as my lawyer, you're fired.
But as a friend, please stay
because we need friends.
-Pilar, just a second. -What is it?
I've seen this happen in other places.
Sometimes, foreign capital is rejected.
Dynamic forces oppose change.
But these aren't dynamic forces.
The thing is, they're half dead, they just don't know it yet.
They're incapable of doing anything.
All they do is shout.
Watch out! Dammit!
Call the police!
Close it! Close it!
Mayoress, you exploitative crook!
Out! Out!
Please, quieten down.
Can we please talk?
Mayoress, you exploitative crook!
They're not letting up.
I'm going to rip these losers' balls off.
With a spoon. A teaspoon.
Sister Emilia has a brilliant idea.
Thank you, Sister.
Any ideas are welcome.
Go ahead.
Tell her. Tell her, tell her.
Go on.
Right...
So, the only way to fire Sebastián
and his delegate is by proving they've committed a crime.
Sure, but if I knew they'd committed a crime,
I would report them to the police.
I wouldn't use it to my benefit.
That's what I said, Sister.
But I was talking from an ethical standpoint.
Right, but...
Gunthram... Excuse me.
So...
you know very well how fond Simón is of you, right?
You're like a father to him.
More like a big brother.
Well, in that case,
the feeling is mutual, right?
What did you want to talk about?
About our fondness for each other?
No.
Well, yes, maybe.
Because I don't understand how, if you love each other so much,
you sent us into the lion's den like that, right?
You told us about the miracle,
but you didn't tell us
that Porto da Lúa is a bomb about to go off.
And people are lining up to light the fuse, right?
I was told you were the best in your field.
Our field is verifying miracles
not investigating police matters.
Well, they go hand in hand.
Yes, sometimes.
But when a man shows up crucified, head down,
that changes things a little, doesn't it?
And you know,
we've discovered a few things, but we're pretty lost on others.
I already told Simón everything I could tell him.
That's a lie.
-Are you accusing me of lying? -No.
I'm saying that you told us
everything that you thought you could tell us.
But it isn't true that you've told us everything.
You knew Bustamante really well.
A highly educated, very warm man.
And yet, he was very worried about us being here.
And what does that have to do with me?
Because he kept asking why you sent us.
He kept asking us what you'd said about him.
He was very worried about you.
Why?
Well, because you know.
Because you knew.
You were his confessor, right?
And Joaquín took the truth to the grave with him.
He took the key.
But he left us his locksmith.
I'm going to ask you a question, and then I'll leave you alone.
What happened the night the Olivares sisters went blind?
-I don't know. -That's not true...
Monsignor.
It's the second time you've said that.
There won't be third.
You know very well
that the Brotherhood abducted Alba and Bustamante's daughter
and gave her up for adoption because she was born in sin.
Don't you?
The seal of confession
is a divine right.
It can't be broken even when once the penitent has died.
What happened the night
the Olivares sisters went blind?
If I were to break it then I would be excommunicated.
I don't care.
You sent us to Porto da Lúa.
You sent us there on a mission
and we asked certain questions in order to fulfil your mission.
Those questions are dangerous.
Those questions made someone nervous.
What would happen if Joaquín cracked
because of the pressure he was under?
What would happen if Joaquín cracked because of his guilt?
Our arrival and his murder happened at the same time,
and that's not a coincidence, Monsignor.
I'm to blame for his death.
No, you're not to blame.
Maybe you are the cause.
The responsible is still out there.
They crucified him, Monsignor.
Head down.
You didn't see it. But I did.
And the Church is very clear about that.
The Church emphatically condemned
the crimes of the Holy Inquisition.
And if there are still lunatics out there
who believe they have a right to take justice
into their own hands, it's our responsibility...
Fine. Enough.
Enough.
I'll bring what's need in order to confess if...
No, I don't want to take confession.
No, not now.
I don't want the confessional secret
to prevent you from using what I'm about to tell you.
Sister.
What happened?
What would you give to find out who attacked Nuno?
What wouldn't I give?
I warn you that we might have to commit a sin, Sister.
Such as?
Well...
blaspheme,
perjure, speak the name of our Lord in vain.
I thought it would be something more fun.
-Andiamo. -Let's go.
Good day.
Good day, Father.
Do you have time to help?
You're in luck.
The hordes that usually overwhelm us
have, luckily, subsided for the moment.
Yeah. So, I'm in luck then.
Listen, would you happen to have an archive
of local newspaper articles from the last few decades?
How local should these newspapers be?
And which decade are we talking about?
It's 1968.
An unusual event.
A boy was abandoned at a convent in Porto da Lúa.
Is a car accident between Vigo and Compostela any use to you?
That depends on whether there were any survivors.
Let's see, here it says... Yes.
Two dead and two injured.
With the police and emergency services involved,
it would be strange that a child went missing.
What's logical, is logical.
1968 was a busy year.
That's for sure.
A missing family?
Go on.
A few lines on.
A family of three
from the Trans-os-Montes region...
That's in Portugal, near the border.
A young couple and their son.
Campers.
Sister, they've arrived.
Jeez, what a pain.
Come on, sweetie.
Go in, I'll be right there.
I'm sorry, Sister, but I already told you, no.
Roque, listen to me.
Do you remember the winter of 1987
when you were about to die from a bronchial infection?
Yes. Well, I was very young.
Your mother, Camila,
came to me for help.
I spent four days on my knees
praying that your life would be spared.
And your life was spared, wasn't it?
Sister, don't ask me to...
Now, I'm asking you to help me.
For my son.
Nuno.
It's impossible, Sister.
You know more than most who we're talking about here.
Back then,
the power of my prayers saved your life.
Don't force me to use my prayers against you.
Why would you use your prayers against me?
You're saying Sabela doesn't remember, but is a lie.
Lying is a sin and sins must be punished.
I'm sorry, Sister,
but I'd rather be punished in the other life, not this one.
In that case, I'm sorry.
You leave me no other option.
I'm sorry, in memory of Camila.
Your mother.
God, Lord of light, punish this man, your son, for his evil,
purge him for his iniquities, send fire...
What's she saying?
Direct your wrath against this sinner,
and grind salt into this wounds. Send fire!
Purge him for his iniquities...
Send fire!
-What's she saying? -Send fire.
What fire does she mean?
Spill the blood of his family of sinners.
Send fire.
-Sister, please. -Not his family, Sister.
My family's not involved in this.
-Sister, please. -Send fire!
-Send fire. -Sister, please, Sister.
Send fire...
Franca.
Sister. Sister.
Can we get you some water?
No, no...
Sabela, you're a very clever girl.
You know why we're here, right?
Did you say something?
Yes.
You're a lovely girl.
Do you remember what happened to Nuno?
Don't forget, I can't see you, I can only hear you.
Yes.
Do you remember
who was mean to him?
Yes.
Will you tell us who it was?
What do I know?
Maybe it was just a bad time...
Pumbo!
Please.
I should be at work.
You should be in prison.
Be quiet and wait.
She already told you everything she knows.
Relax, the judge is on his way.
A pin?
What am I supposed to do with this?
Do what you like.
"Simonete, I'm nearly at the convent,
I need to see you urgently."
About time.
I came as soon as I could.
I was in court, I couldn't just up and leave.
Come on, let's go.
Come on in.
You go get him, please.
But I want to see what the girl says.
You know what, she's going to say.
Please. Please go get him.
Unlawful dismissal! Mayoress out!
Hello.
Good afternoon, Sisters.
How are you, Nuno?
Hello, Father.
Father Salinas, how are you?
Come, sit down.
It's colder in here than out there.
It's the stone.
There's a lot of stone this convent.
And that altar looks always immaculate.
Good job, Nuno.
If you say so, I'll take your word for it.
Anabel is the one who insists
that everything should be pristine.
-It's important to her. -Sure.
-Any news? -Well...
It's news to me.
Perhaps not to you.
Tell us.
I've come from Santiago
after I talked to Monsignor Cañola and...
I can't shake the feeling
that you haven't been very...
honest with me.
But, Father, we're honest with everyone.
What did you find out?
Do you know who Nuno's parents are?
How would we know?
When we got here, Nuno was already here.
You know that.
-Is it something bad... -Do you know, Anabel?
-No. -Are you sure?
No.
But...
I always had feeling.
-Or a memory... -Of what?
You never said anything.
It's just, there's nothing...
They're things...
They're things that...
I imagined.
The things we discover at this stage of life.
But Father, who were Nuno's parents?
Two Portuguese tourists who went missing in the area.
That same week.
Poor Nuno.
Abandoned by his parents.
No, he actually wasn't abandoned by anyone.
Do you really not remember anything?
Father...
Do you like how it turned out?
Very lovely, Nuno.
Well done.
Did you hear what Father Salinas said?
This place would fall apart without Nuno.
We're so proud of you.
Sister, I'm running out of time.
And I'm running out of patience.
Anything you can remember would be a big help. Okay?
The hermitage.
What hermitage?
Where they found Joaquín.
The Holy Trinity of the Sea? What about it?
The devil lives there.
Father, what is it?
Did you bring the car?
That's what all the fuss was about?
Sister Corina, I'm going to need you to come with me.
-Yes? -Yes, yes.
It's about time, Mateo.
You left them all the space to do whatever they wanted.
I sent police officers to protect you.
To protect me, or to protect them from me?
I could kill them.
Where's Gaitán?
What's he doing asking after Gaitán as though...
Wait until you find out.
What happened?
You're going to have to re-hire me.
Gaitán's not here.
And the other guy? The boss, Sebastián?
No one from the Brotherhood is here.
Where is he?
Come with me. Watch your step.
Careful.
A step, careful.
No, no, no, no.
Let's leave, let's leave.
What's wrong?
No, it's too much. Can't you feel it?
Yes. Yes, I feel it,
but it's time to put an end to this, Sister.
And I can't do it without you.
Yes?
Do you trust me?
-Yes. -Sister Emilia is with us.
I'm right here. Don't worry.
-Are you ready? -Yes, yes.
Let's go.
Mercy!
No!
Stop, no!
Dear Lord in Heaven, thank you for your protection...
Your blessing...
We ask your protection, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God.
Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee!
Blessed art thou among women...
Father, Father...
Come, Sister.
I think I know what's here.
Wait here, wait.
Father Salinas, Father Salinas.
-It's okay. -Father Salinas.
I'm here. Don't worry.
Holy Mary, Mother of God...
You can come in.
Wait for me here.
Belisario's body, Sister.
We need to call the police.
What is this?
What is this? What is this?
Sister!
We have to call the police right away!
Sister!
Sister?
Jerk.
Move it here.
Stay with them.
No! No! Gaitán, please!
No, please! Gaitán!
Let's talk, Gaitán! Please. No!
No! Gaitán! Gaitán!
Gaitán!