Simonete.
My mentor, my brother, my father.
And sometimes even my babysitter.
There's a secular institute, The Brotherhood.
One of its founders,
Joaquín Bustamante will welcome you.
I'm his confessor.
We don't like to draw attention.
We'll be discrete, Joaquín.
The big-shot mayoress.
Pilar, that's not how our father raised you.
Don't bring our father into this.
You and the frustrated priests you live with
made his life difficult enough.
Nearly twenty years ago,
a girl from the village was abducted.
I put the baby in her cot...
and we went to bed.
And the next day when we woke up, she was gone.
We never saw her again.
The nun who has visions,
told us the exact address
for where to find the girl who had been abducted.
And you came...
Because of what happened with your visions,
which amazed us all.
Where are you going?
No!
It's Joaquín.
Wait, what the hell are you doing?
No! No!
No!
Please! Don't!
Stop, stop!
No!
Quickly!
I'm going as fast as I can...
I'm out of breath.
All right...
Wait. To the count of three.
One...
Two...
Three!
On one...
Two...
Three!
THE ENVOYS
It's Joaquín.
Help me get him down, Pedro.
No, don't touch anything. Don't touch anything.
-I have to cut him down. -It's evidence.
Don't touch anything.
What's the emergency number here?
112.
112?
-Christ. -112...
No, 062, call 062.
That's the number for Civil Guard.
Zero, sixty-two.
Whoever did this isn't human.
Oh, my God...
-I'm going to cut him down! -No, no, no! Leave it alone!
Are you crazy? This is evidence!
It's evidence of this village's monstrousness, dammit.
The body's still warm, Simón.
-I'm not surprised. -He's still warm.
He can't have been here long. An hour or two...
No! Don't touch anything, dammit!
I don't believe it!
We'll get the blame, you'll see.
Watch them blame us!
We're fine, we have an alibi
because we were singing and partying in that bar.
And you didn't want to drink. See?
It's always better to have a drink.
Hello? Sister? What?
You found what?
Hold on, listen.
It's not a competition,
but I think what we found is way more important.
Sister, come to the old church.
Good God.
She doesn't know where it is.
-She doesn't know where it is. -Send her a pin.
-What do you mean? -Send her a pin.
The bar, do you know where the bar is?
Right, so...
Sister, we'll send you a pin right now, okay?
See you in a bit.
Will she know what a pin is?
Yes, she may be a nun, but she's also a millennial.
Lord, who did this?
-Good Lord. -My God.
Good God.
Who would do such a thing, good Lord.
-God. -Hello?
Yes, could you put me through to the Civil Guard, please?
Thank you.
It's just, I don't see how...
You said that you felt a feeling.
Yes, Officer.
Yes, generally that's how feelings work.
You feel them.
No, well, it was actually
a lot more straightforward than that.
We're a couple of priests.
We saw the church, it's old and...
Well, it's our passion...
Mateo!
Tell me it isn't true, tell me it isn't true.
Nothing ever happens in this village
and today of all days we...
Wait, Pilar, please...
I didn't want you to see him like this.
Why didn't you tell me it was him?
How could I tell you that over the phone?
I'm so sorry, Pilar.
What are you doing? This isn't a wedding.
Well, Pilar, they're doing their job.
Mateo, this can't get out.
Not today.
How can I hush up a death?
Don't hush up his death.
Hush up...
God, this...
If the press finds out,
it'll be on the front pages tomorrow
and we need the party to be the main event.
Are you really in the mood for a party?
No.
I'm not in the mood for a party.
Well then?
The investors and tourists will be here tomorrow
and the whole village is counting on this.
Do you understand?
I'm not in the mood for a party, but this is work.
And you don't bail on work because of personal problems.
The party is going ahead.
And I'm asking for discretion.
-Discretion? -Yes, discretion.
Or silence?
Call it what you like.
How do you expect me to stop all this?
Please, I beg you.
Think of the village. Think of the people...
Look, I'll do what I can.
But I can't promise anything.
You have to promise.
This can't get out, please, Mateo.
The party is what matters tomorrow.
I'm begging you, please.
Fathers.
-Yes, Emilia. -Sorry, she's with us.
-Please. -Okay.
-What's going on? -You have to see this.
-Why did you leave the convent? -Wait, wait.
What did you find?
What's wrong?
-What's that? -Jesus.
Where did you get that?
From the convent's garden nursery.
-From the convent? -Yes, yes.
-When? -Last week.
You only arrived today.
It must have been today then!
-When else? -Okay, exactly when?
I don't know. An hour ago.
I saw a light in the garden.
Someone was hiding it, but I didn't see who.
-An hour ago? -What are you saying?
That three little blind nuns,
not myopic or cross-eyed, nor one-eyed,
actually completely blind nuns
crucified a man head down?
-Crucified... -No, this is too much.
This is something else.
We have to hand this over to the authorities
and let them take care of this.
I promised Monsignor Cañola I'd help.
So you stay here then
because this is an other thing, Simón.
I'm talking to you. This is a whole other level.
Our job is to verify miracles.
Our job is to find evidence of divine works
and this has nothing divine about it.
Leave the devil's work to the devil,
and God's work to God.
-Yes. -Jeez.
Do you have a better idea?
-No, no, no. Va bene. -Right.
Wait, Pedro.
Officer! Can I have a moment?
Pedro.
-What happened? -Hey! Hey, don't move!
You can't leave yet!
Why? There's nothing else for us to do here, Officer.
You found the body, you have to wait fot the judge.
What judge?
What are you talking about? I have to go!
Pedro, please.
I'm sorry, Sergeant, we're all very upset right now.
-I'm not upset, Simón! -And those...
I want to leave now, please!
You might not be upset, but I am.
And I'm going to need a few minutes
for my heart rate to slow down, okay?
We'll stay here, Sergeant, and wait for the judge.
Don't worry.
Are you all right?
What's wrong?
This is the house of the devil, Simón.
At some time or another, we've all thought...
"Be careful.
"Don't go that way, down that path,
'cause it doesn't lead anywhere good."
So you take another path.
One that has more love, more beauty.
Or is more peaceful, at least.
Civil Guard?
And so then...
you think that you've averted a disaster.
My name is Franca Olivares.
I'm calling to report a crime.
But then one night,
they knock on your door.
Yes, Sister Franca. Yes.
And when you open it,
destiny stands before you.
It was following the same path as you.
There's been a crime in the old church.
And what happened, is that...
And then you finally realize...
that the path didn't matter.
And that destiny will always find you.
You've already found it.
Don't you worry, honey.
God always smiles down on us.
I'm calling to report the guilty parties.
My sisters, Corina and Anabel and me.
The three of us.
The three of us killed him.
Everything will be fine.
Yes, sir, we were the ones who did it.
And we wanted to know...
Now what?
It'll turn out all right.
I saw something.
I saw something, and...
We have to get out of here.
I can't give this back now.
For God's sake.
You're not going to keep it.
Yes, there's something here. There's something here.
Pedro, you give that back, now.
-No. -Pedro, it's evidence.
Just trust me. You have to trust me.
-But that's evidence! -You have to trust me.
This thing holds all the answers, okay?
The answers are all here.
What kind of answers?
-Fathers! -Let's hand it in and go home.
-Fathers! -Simón, please.
Simon, please.
This is a chargeable offense.
Sergeant,
you won't believe what happened.
We're off to a bad start.
Sister Emilia here,
who has a life story that's honestly,
pretty hard to believe...
just found something,
and I think it's important that you see it.
-Pedro? -Yes?
Pedro, please give him... Give him...
The thing Sister Emilia found.
Sister Emilia found this.
And, what is this?
What do we have here?
Sole!
-Where did you find this? -At the convent.
All right.
And now we've handed over this very significant evidence,
our part in this matter...
is over.
I imagine you'll be kept very busy with all this.
Good evening, Sergeant.
Good evening... you could say.
They found the body.
-Hello. -Your names?
Pedro Salinas.
-Emilia Traviano. -And Simón Antequera.
They're all priests.
No, I'm a nun.
And I'm an atheist.
Juan Trujillo.
I'm the judge who will lead this investigation.
Well, I wish you luck, because we don't know anything.
We're here on a visit and...
this is quite clearly a local matter.
What's that?
The Sister found this dagger, which has traces of blood.
So, we really have to get going.
We have a lot to do.
Yes, I'm sure, but you can't leave.
-Why not? -I need to check the crime scene
and we need to speak to the Olivares sisters.
-Wait, the Olivares sisters? -Are they suspects?
Only in so far as they confessed.
Don't go anywhere.
Christ!
No, it's just me, Xiana. Don't worry.
Don't be scared.
Bernal, what the hell are you doing?
What'd you say?
What are you doing?
Just watching you. Nothing else.
I'm watching you sleep.
Jeez, Bernal.
You can call me Papa, if you want.
I don't know.
In time, you know?
Yeah, sure.
In time, Xiana.
'Cause time heals all, right?
You can go back to sleep.
Bernal.
Yes, what is it, Xiana?
My name is Maggie.
Yeah.
I find it hard.
And besides, Xiana is a much prettier name.
Go back to sleep.
Son of a...
What were you doing?
Nothing.
I just couldn't sleep.
Because of her.
Don't say "her," Alba.
That's my daughter, our daughter.
Now can you please tell me what you felt in the church?
It's not so much what I felt, Simon, it's...
It's what I saw.
There's something very dark here, not just about Bustamente.
I don't know how to explain it, but the feeling is...
So heavy...
Please, come on!
Are the handcuffs necessary, officer?
Father, please stand aside,
we already have enough onlookers.
But they're just three blind Nuns!
Who just confessed to murder.
Don't argue on account of us.
We're doing this willingly.
Mother, please, please talk to me.
Tell me what's going on here? What happened?
Something strange.
Destiny knocked on our door.
We'll be just fine.
Mother, please, I...
My God.
Joaquín...
Did they say why?
No, no.
Not yet, they only said that they did it.
Are you there?
Yes, yes, I'm sorry.
Simón, I need to ask you a favor.
Don't leave them.
I'll be there as soon as I can,
but first I need to find a lawyer
who'll agree to defend them.
I don't want anyone from outside the convent
to get near them.
Can I count on you?
Yes, yes. Sure.
Good.
Thank you, Simón.
Mr. Trujillo, Mr. Trujillo.
Monsignor Cañola, the Archbishop of Santiago de Compostela,
has asked me to represent the sisters for the moment,
until he finds their definitive legal representative.
We don't need lawyers to defend us or anyone else.
Because we're guilty.
Let's just put an end to all this.
Are you a lawyer? Don't look like one.
And you don't look much like a judge.
You don't even look like an adult,
but I see no problem with that.
I'm a member of the Madrid Bar Association.
Father Salinas, Sister.
Go get the documents that are in my suitcase, please.
They'll be my legal assistants.
Father, go change your jacket.
That one's dirty.
Hey, are you upset?
-Look, Sister! -What's wrong?
I'm not sure what exactly.
Father Antequera told you, but...
I have a condition.
Well, it's not a condition, really...
My grandma called them "absences,"
but they're not really absences.
Actually, they're more like visions, or images.
But honestly, they're more like presences...
What happened?
I just cut myself with these stupid scissors...
Father?
Father!
Open it, open it, open it.
Good Lord.
Is it true what they said?
Yes.
-Yes. -My God.
We just got a call, what happened?
Don't make me the one who shares this news.
Dear God...
-No. -You should go to the morgue.
Go there now, please.
Brother Bustamante needs you there now.
-I'll can take you. -He needs your prayers.
And your presence and I really need...
To take a quick shower, but then I'll join you there.
Please, go now.
I'm really very sorry.
I'm so sorry.
What is going on?
-What's happening? -I don't know, Sister.
I don't know, all I know is that they're like images,
like... like sensations.
I'm not sure yet what it means.
But I can assure you
the only thing I know for certain...
is that this...
is very important.
I can't tell you the precise time, exactly.
Even if it's an approximation.
-In the afternoon, night-time? -Wait.
First of all, she said can't remember,
and second, this is your prison.
This is your case, why's he asking?
May we continue?
It wasn't in the middle of the night.
I go to bed very early.
So, was it dark outside?
I don't know.
I'm not lucky enough to see sunsets and sunrises.
Must be lovely, though.
So the murder took place right there, in the church?
Don't answer, Sister.
It was there, yes.
-I said not to answer. -I don't take orders from you.
And did you go there at the request of the victim,
or did you ask him to meet you there?
Hey! Don't answer, Sister.
Father, please.
How do I will prepare the indictment
if you don't allow me to determine their culpability?
If they want to talk, let them talk.
I must insist, Sister...
Don't do it, don't answer.
We asked him to meet us, yes.
Would you say that you knew the victim well?
You can answer that one.
Mr. Joaquín?
Yes, since always.
Although, as Franca says,
"know", you actually don't really
know many people, right?
And that's the honest truth, yes.
We found a dagger with blood on it
it the convent's greenhouse.
You found it?
Is that what you used against the victim?
No, stop. No.
Don't answer, Sister.
Now, look... How can I explain this to you?
You don't have to explain anything.
You don't owe them an explanation.
But he asked me a question.
You're not obliged to answer.
You don't have to answer them, Sister.
I may not be obliged, but I'm happy to.
I may be a nun,
who's also blind,
but I am not rude.
Sister Corina...
Yes, yes, yes. That's the dagger we used, yes.
-And the cell phone? -What cell phone?
The victim's.
What about it?
It's gone, what'd you do with it?
Must have fallen out of his pocket, somewhere.
We're blind.
How were we supposed to know?
But despite being blind,
you managed to kill a man and crucify him.
You'll just do what you want.
So, I guess...
Go ahead.
Those paths and that church...
are like our second home.
I could draw them down to the last detail.
Crucifying him upside down has a symbolic meaning.
It wasn't by chance.
You wanted to send a message.
You're just assuming that they did it.
You don't have any proof yet.
It was us.
And now she can talk.
Wonderful.
And what message were you trying to send with that scene, Anabel?
"I beseech you, the executioners...
crucify me thus,
with the head downward and not otherwise."
Who said that?
The victim? Bustamante?
No.
Peter.
Peter who?
Saint Peter.
Saint Peter said it.
I don't get it.
According to St. Jerome,
Peter was crucified head down
'cause he didn't feel worthy of being crucified
in the same way as Jesus.
So Bustamante wasn't worthy?
Let me put it another way.
Why did you kill him?
That's the only question you won't answer.
Because God asked it of us.
Does God often ask things to you?
To everyone.
But very few people actually listen.
And even fewer obey.
And why did God want Joaquín Bustamante dead?
And in such a manner?
I'm no one to judge...
the wishes of our Lord.
Please stop wasting time,
and just do whatever you need to do.
Please, that's enough.
Just one more question, Sister.
Why'd you try to hide the dagger
if you were going to confess to the crime?
That question...
is for a murderer, we're simply nuns.
But you murdered a man.
Why did we hide the dagger?
I'm not sure.
Sometimes, we do things
that we might later regret.
I'm sure that's something that happened to you before.
What do you regret?
That you committed a crime
or hiding the dagger?
And, why'd you decide to confess?
Joaquín Bustamante is dead because divine law demanded it.
And now we must pay
in line with human law.
Everyone
must pay.
Wait for me here.
How are they?
Well, talking like parrots.
-I say that with respect. -Goodness.
They can't wait to go to prison.
No, I've instructed a lawyer
who's worked with us in the diocese before.
He'll be here early this afternoon.
I owe you one.
You don't owe me anything, please.
They wouldn't let me help.
Do you have any idea what's going on here?
No.
I need to talk to them.
Monsignor, wait a second. We need to talk.
-No, this isn't the time. -Yes. Please.
You were Bustamante's confessor, right?
I need to speak to them.
Monsignor.
I mean, it's not their fault.
Yes. They're really nice.
Like, really nice.
A bit too much even.
I miss you guys so much.
Xiana!
Oh, I have to go now.
I'll call you back. Love you, bye.
Yes?
Come.
Let's make something to eat.
Nothing complicated. A little bite.
So many aunts and uncles dying to meet you.
You have no idea how much they want to meet you.
Who were you talking to?
With the people in Canada.
I don't mind. I really don't.
Come on.
Best you help me because your mom is capable
of preparing enough food to feed thirty starving Black people.
Come on.
I'm not being discriminatory
with the thing about Black people.
I just mean in the sense of the people in Africa.
The ones who are hungry.
Not that they're all hungry, of course.
I just mean as a kind of example.
Sorry.
But if this is hard for you, imagine what it's like for me.
I don't know if I can give you a hug.
Give you a kiss. Touch you.
Because you're an adult now
and when I lost you, you weren't even a little girl.
And it annoys me that it feels strange.
Because why should it feel strange?
I'm your father.
Stay if you want.
Whatever you prefer.
Or carry on with your phone calls, and that's fine too.
They found Bustamante in the abandoned church.
I'm a journalist, not a politician.
Impossible to get them to talk.
Who knows what they're hiding?
I don't know what.
I'm sure there's something they're not telling us.
What about the absence?
Please, could you turn the radio down a little?
Could you please ask them to turn the volume down?
I can ask, but they'll only say no.
Best it comes from you.
Okay, at least you'll bring us some of that polbo á feira?
-Yes, of course. -And a little wine.
A white one, nice and cold.
-Something you have back there. -Perfect.
Work makes us hungry.
It's like they want to go to prison.
Like they want to be in custody.
And they'll get their way.
They confessed to the crime,
the body's been found,
a small village, a judge who wants to prove a point,
and a mayoress who wants to cover it all up.
It's all done.
They'll go to heaven behind bars and it'll all be covered up.
Hey!
The radio, it's very... very...
We need some...
It's a tragedy...
We're trying to pray here, please.
Okay.
What's wrong?
Hi, guys. Ciao.
-The octopus is coming. -Yes, perfect.
I was in the mood for a giggle. What are they listening to?
"As mañás de Xulio".
Is it good? Funny?
You don't know Xulio Novoa?
I don't.
Well, you don't know what you're missing.
-Listen, listen. -Let's see.
Meanwhile, we're still waiting for your call.
Nothing. They don't want to hear anything
about lawyers or help from the curacy.
They won't accept any help.
They have already confessed.
They handed over the murder weapon.
And they don't want our help.
There's nothing to be done.
-Right. -Monsignor, please.
What would you like me to do?
I want you to tell me the truth.
I have already had.
Come on, for the love of God.
We haven't just met, Monsignor.
You've always told me the truth.
Remember when you found me in Madrid?
I was a wreck.
I'd just smoked two joints and was having a bad trip.
I told you I was doing great.
I said, "I've got this under control. I'm not addicted."
But it was a lie. And you totally knew that.
Even so, you said, "Simón, let me help you. Trust me."
And I trusted you, didn't I?
Thank God, that's why I'm still here.
I want to return the favor while I can, dammit.
I'm saying it to you now, trust me.
Tell me, you were Bustamante's confessor.
Let me help you, please.
I don't need to tell you about the confessional secret.
If that's the problem then don't you worry.
I've had that before.
You confess to me, tell me everything
and at least that way I have something to go on.
Are you kidding?
It's a kind of legal loophole.
Legal loophole?
So you want to trick God with a bit
of legal gymnastics, right?
No, no, I want to help you.
So don't leave.
But what can I do?
-You'll find something, Simón. -Simón!
Help them.
I'll do what I can, okay?
Hello, one, two, three, testing, testing.
Hell...
Pilar, Pilar...
-What is it? -Look.
And as news of this terrible murder
reaches the streets, the media,
where is the police?
What do the politicians of Porto da Lúa have to say?
As a wise man once said,
"They're not here, nor expected to arrive."
Turn on the radio. Xulio is discussing the case.
-And? -You have to listen.
It's like a horror story. One of the good ones.
Full of blood, guts and brutality.
The three women who killed Joaquín Bustamante
didn't just murder him,
they used a knife to slash his back,
a strange cross-shaped symbol,
like keys.
A pair of crossed keys.
We've consulted experts
and they've told us that these may symbolize
the keys of Heaven.
We don't yet know whether the wounds were made
while the victim was still alive.
But what does it matter?
It was clearly done as further punishment.
As though murdering him
and hanging him upside down weren't enough.
We must rid ourselves of religious fanaticism.
We do it in other countries,
so let's do it here at home.
Please, enough already.
My friends, all I ask now
is that they never let those three women out
from wherever it is they're being held.
Because their minds are very deranged.
They're extremely dangerous.
Mateo!
Who was it?
I have no idea.
I asked you for one thing. Discretion.
Jesus, Mateo, can't you control you people?
Firstly, don't forget were you are.
I'm Civil Guard, I don't answer to you.
Secondly, I walk on hot coals for my people.
I don't know who that journalist's source is,
but none of it came from here.
Well, you tell me.
You were the only ones there
and he went on with full details.
The crucifixion, the keys of Heaven.
I mean, if you'd let me know
we could have organized a horror week
instead of local party.
Ma'am, a man is dead.
That's a little more important than your party.
It's not just a party, dammit.
It's an event for the town,
to see if we can get this damn place on the map
so we can get out of the mess we're in.
We have investors from half of Europe coming!
Not for me!
I'm not the one who needs this.
They're coming for the village.
Because we have a lot of people who don't have a job here.
Who can't make ends meet
and are having a really bad time.
And they've asked me to help turn around
their miserable lives and that's exactly what I'm going to do!
The man who died is your brother!
Shut up, Trujillo, I haven't finished.
Mateo, if I'd been the one murdered,
I would have asked you exactly the same thing.
I haven't forgotten what you are or where I am.
Don't you forget what I'm capable of.
If there are any more leaks to the press,
you'll have me to deal with.
The party will go ahead
because it's what people need.
Is that clear?
Yes? Yes?
Perfect.
Mayoress, sorry.
What do you want?
I understand your anger,
but there's something I'd like you to know.
I guess they know who we are.
At this point.
Of course we do.
Sister Emilia sends her best wishes.
They wouldn't let her in.
Do you have any questions that we can help with?
No, Pedro.
Seriously, let's just leave it.
Come on, trust me.
Please.
Pedro, listen to me.
What's happened?
Well, there's not much we can do,
at this point, Sister.
You confessed.
They found the murder weapon.
They'll take you to Santiago de Compostela
and after statements and a hearing,
you'll go to prison.
You're self-confessed killers,
you won't be allowed out before sentencing.
We'll do everything we can
to make sure you're well looked after.
That you're well fed.
They'll send clothes from here, but...
there's not much more we can do.
We'll look into...
which prison you'll go to.
Sister Corina...
you asked whether I had a question.
I don't have one, I have thousand.
But there's only one that matters.
Why do you refuse to tell us
the real reason behind the murder?
And don't give me the whole divine plan thing.
I'm a priest but I'm not an idiot.
Oh, good Lord! Please.
Pedro, please.
Please, Pedro, what are you doing?
How do you turn this off?
How does this dumb thing turn off?
-Stop, stop! -How does this...?
Dear Lord...
All right, there we go.
Sister, please listen to me.
This is your last chance.
No one can hear and no one can see us.
And look, here in my neck you can get more information.
You can get more information here.
You can feel my pulse here, right?
You can tell whether I'm nervous
or you can tell whether I'm lying.
Isn't that right?
Right, well, so please feel
that there is love.
There's compassion and empathy for what's happening.
I barely know you. We've met a couple of times.
I don't understand why you've condemned yourselves,
or why you committed a murder, but there's love here.
Can you feel it or...
or am I lying?
No, no...
Well, then?
Sorry, don't take this the wrong way
but please stop, you're making me feel terrible.
We're not going to talk.
But don't suffer on our account.
We were three little girls
who had to grow up very quickly.
There was a time when we dreamed of getting married,
kids, a family.
Dreams that shattered from one day to the next.
But we were able to find our path.
We've been able to help many people.
We've offered people advice and comfort.
Food and work.
And we've nurtured our garden.
Perhaps we'll be able to help people in prison too.
If we can do that,
then prison won't be such a bad thing.
And if we could stay together,
what more could we ask for, right?
Thank you, anyway.
For trying.
Sure.
All right.
Let's go, Simón.
Pedro, Pedro!
Pedro, wait. Pedro! Pedro...
Are you sure we shouldn't tell them the thing about the keys?
What for?
There's no point, is there?
What about the keys?
The keys of Heaven.
The keys to the kingdom of God.
I have to tell them.
The whole village knows. It's causing a real stir.
The keys of the sacred Papal Coat of Arms.
They'll find out in the end.
I have to tell them.
Anyway, it's an...
aggravating factor.
It's malice aforethought.
Malice aforethought?
That's a matter for the judge but you...
Never mind, forget it. Really.
What do you mean "for a judge"?
What do you mean?
Sister, the marks you gave Bustamante
with the dagger on his back,
I've never seen anything like it.
Why did you do that?
And don't tell me they don't mean anything,
because you have to be very cold-blooded
to carve a cross onto someone's back.
That's malice aforethought.
It carries a longer sentence.
It's covered by article 22, para 1, clause...
I don't think you need to go that far, Simón.
-I'm not trying to be morbid. -What then?
It's a legal matter.
If two of them plead guilty to murder
then the third one might stand a chance in front of a judge.
And if we throw in their old age,
visual impairment, I don't know.
Maybe I could get house arrest.
I'm not sure but I'd try.
Well, if they didn't talk earlier then I don't think
they'll want to confess now, are they?
I'm only saying it for Anabel, Pedro.
'Cause she's the youngest.
Murder with malice aforethought carries a 25-year sentence.
With no right to appeal the sentence.
It means all three would die in prison.
But if they all want to go under,
well then,
all three killed him, all three crucified him
and all three carved the flesh on his back.
Are you saying that...
Anabel might get away without a prison sentence?
What I'm saying is that I would do everything I can
to make sure that Anabel could stay in the convent.
Fine. Yes.
I slashed him with the dagger.
The keys to the kingdom of Heaven.
So he'd die like Saint Peter not like Jesus.
I did that to humiliate him.
-So it was you? -Yes.
Was he alive when you did it?
I don't know.
I don't know whether or not he was breathing.
And how do I know it wasn't Anabel?
Because God asked me to do it.
And me too.
Right, that.
Corina and I cut Bustamante.
Anabel is innocent.
There were never any marks on Bustamante's back.
There were no keys to the kingdom of Heaven.
The news was wrong.
Sister Emilia called the radio station.
"As mañás de Xulio."
It's a very popular show.
I know.
I'm familiar with it.
You didn't kill anyone, did you?
Well...
if you need me,
I'll be getting drunk in some tapas bar.
And praying the rosary.
That sounds amazing, Pedro.
I'll come with you, Father.
You can't go.
You're underage.
Sorry that I tease you so much.
I don't mean anything by it.
I just can't get over such a young judge.
I'm 32 years old.
Really?
But this youthful appearance
will work in my favor when I'm your age.
That hurts...
This is only my second case, and it shows.
Not at all.
It seems like it's your first.
Come on, I may not have experience,
but I know how to use my head.
I graduated with honors
from the University of Salamanca.
So what are you doing here?
You should be in Madrid, in some great law firm,
helping big corporations evade tax.
How did you end up here?
I haven't ended up here.
I'm from here.
Mateo, the mayoress, the three Sisters,
Bustamante, we're all from here.
Thank you.
Many thanks to the folkloric troupe of Porto da Lúa
for this lovely opening performance.
Thank you to everyone for coming and for being here,
after such a long period of silence
it was time for a little party, right?
I would like to give a special thanks to our guests of honor,
the delegates from the Hoffmann Group,
for being here at such important time for us.
And these are important days
because we're planting the seeds of our future.
As you all know, we're working on a tourism project
that will put Porto da Lúa and the whole area
in the position it deserves.
Your brother died today.
You should be in mourning and not at a party.
We already knew you didn't have a heart.
What we didn't know is that you have no shame!
Please show some respect.
And she asks us to show some respect!
Show us some respect!
We're in mourning.
The entire village should be in mourning.
How can you even smile?
Put an end to this ridiculous nonsense.
Some people put their pain on show, and their mourning.
Then it turns out to be a total facade.
I'm not like that.
It's my business whether I'm in pain or not.
And in answer to your question, Gaitán,
I can smile because I'm happy
to be able to bring to fruition the task you all gave me.
Many of you will have heard the sad news that impacts me.
Me and many of you.
Because in Porto da Lúa we're a small, big family.
And I can assure you that I won't rest
until I know what happened,
and who is guilty.
And I'd like to say one more thing.
There's no more room in this village for fear.
Or for obscurantism.
Or the audacity of a few people
who want to tell the rest of us how to live.
No. Not anymore.
There's a lot of light outside the cave
that they wanted to put us in.
And I know that most of you share my views.
That's why you voted for me.
Our future is within our grasp.
So I want to ask you, please,
any of you who believe
you're entitled to a better life,
smile with me.
Long live Porto da Lúa!
Long live!
Long live our future!
Long live!
And let the party begin!