What has Father Cañola told you about the village?
I put the baby in her cot.
And when we woke up the next day, she was gone.
The nun who has visions gave us the exact address
of where to find the girl who had been abducted.
You've come here...
About what happened with your visions.
Pilar, I won't allow you to talk to me...
I don't care what you will or won't allow!
You kicked me out of this village once
and that won't happen again.
The body's still warm.
Watch them blame us!
The three of us.
The three of us killed him.
-Where did you find this? -In the convent garden nursery.
-When? -I don't know. An hour ago.
This is the devil's house, Simón.
Why did you kill him?
Because God asked us to.
There's something dark here,
and it's not just Bustamante's murder.
Corina and I cut Bustamante's skin.
There weren't any marks on Bustamante's back.
You didn't kill anyone, did you?
Your brother died today.
You should be in mourning and not at a party.
And I can assure you that I won't rest
until I know what happened and who is guilty.
Wait...
Wait, no!
Quick.
I'm going as fast as I can...
Up you get, little squirts.
Let's go.
Come on, up you get, little squirts.
Come on, let's go.
Up you get. It's time to get up.
-Dad. -What is it?
Turn the light on, please.
Why would I turn the light on?
There's plenty of light coming through the window.
Come on, up you get, let's go.
What do you mean?
I can't see anything.
Me neither, Dad.
Everything's all dark.
Come on, girls. What are you playing at?
Come on, get up, let's get going.
I can't see anything.
-What's going on? Hey! -I don't know.
Girls, come on, what's going on?
Dad, I can't see.
Dad, I can't see either, please turn it on.
What...? Okay, calm down.
What's going on? Come on.
I can't see, Dad. I can't see.
Hey, hey, relax. I'm here.
Hey, I'm here. What's going on?
It's all dark, it's all dark.
-Dad... -I can't see anything.
Calm down, calm down, I'm right here.
-Dad, help us! -Calm down.
Please help us, Dad.
We're leaving.
You'll stay here.
We'll leave a guard on the door, as a precaution.
Are you sure you'll be all right?
We've always managed, Mateo,
without the need for someone to watch over us.
Anything happens or you need anything, here's there.
Better to be safe...
THE ENVOYS
It was obvious they were innocent.
They said they were guilty to protect someone.
The question is, who?
Well, that's not too difficult to work out, is it?
It's... we need to think.
It's obviously someone who can see
because they used a flashlight to hide the murder weapon.
And, as far as I'm aware,
there's only one person in this convent
who isn't blind.
Nuno?
Do you know where he lives?
Here. In the convent.
Yes, but where exactly?
I don't know. The convent's big.
Well...
You're the only one who can walk around
without being under scrutiny.
May the Lord be with you.
Thank you, Emilia.
Be careful!
Now.
We're connected.
Yeah.
I feel a little embarrassed going into all the rooms.
It's fine. You must be close.
Keep going, Sister.
I have a feeling it's this one.
No. Not this one.
No.
Open that one.
Ecole.
See this.
Goodness, this man has more faith than he has walls.
Look.
Wha... what's that?
He collects sea shells.
Sister, please focus.
Focus.
Look.
-Yes. -It's...
-Who is that? -Isn't that Bustamante?
Take a look in the closet to see...
if he's left his clothes,
or if he's taken them.
It looks tidy.
If he fled, he didn't take anything with him.
Doesn't he have a boat?
A small fishing boat. A skiff.
Sister Corina told me he's a fisherman.
What kind of fishing?
What kind of fishing do you think?
Fish fishing. He worked for Bustamante.
How wonderful, try some.
Now, that's really tempting.
Try it.
Doesn't it have a marvelous element to it?
To think they eat this without beer.
Delicious, right?
-Yeah, super. -Super. Super.
Just a little spoon to make the most of the oil.
Spoon, no. Look. This is how you do it.
Here, you take a bit of bread,
you dip it really, really well...
in the sauce and...
Here...
Super.
I'll be right back, I need to take care of something.
-No problem. -Enjoy the octopus.
Yeah, sure thing.
I have the Germans exactly where I want them.
-Who's he? -I don't know.
He's a notary from Santiago.
He says it's urgent.
So we'll see each other later, okay?
You're coming with us, aren't you?
No, I want to talk to Sister Corina.
Do you suspect them of something?
No, no, no., it's just that...
we shouldn't forget why we came here in the first place.
True, true, it all started with the visions.
-The visions, yes. -Correct.
So, we'll talk later.
Yes. If anything comes up, I'll drop you a pin, yeah?
-Sister! -Oh! You too.
The convent's full, just like in the good old days.
So tell me, why won't they let me out?
I have orders, Sister. I'm sorry.
I'm the one who gives the orders around here.
Inside the gates, yes, I'm sure.
But not out there, and you want to go out there,
so don't make things difficult...
Why don't we talk about this?
I've come from the Vatican
and I must talk to Sister Franca
so, if you don't mind, I authorize her to go outside.
And who are you?
I'm Pedro Salinas,
and I'm an envoy from the Vatican.
Well, even if you've come down off a cloud,
the sergeant was very clear, the Sisters can't leave.
Look, he may be your sergeant but to me he's a little runt.
-Sister... -Look, I can't remember
the number of times I wiped his ass.
Tell the sergeant that he can't give me orders,
and if he tries, I'll see him off, blind as I am.
I won't be telling him anything.
But if you do, I'd like to be there to see it.
Fine, then that's it, if she can't leave
then I'll stay to support her, if you don't mind, okay?
Thank you for your time. Let's go.
And if you need any shopping or anything, Sister,
-I'll do it, just let me know. -Little runt.
I'm just fulfilling my duty
of telling you how things stand.
I don't want Joaquín's business.
I was never interested in fishing.
It's always been really clear
that you were never interested in fishing.
Further, in August, 2002,
when you turned of age,
you renounced your share in the Bustamante fishery
in favor of your brother, Joaquin.
-Half-brother. -Yes. Excuse me.
Half-brother, Joaquin Bustamante.
So there you go. I gave it up back in the day.
Yes, but your half-brother died
and now you're his beneficiary.
But I don't even like fish.
I must be the only woman who doesn't eat fish.
I saw you eating octopus.
Are you going to give me a hard time?
No, sorry. Of course octopus isn't fish.
What am I supposed to do with a fishing business?
Not entire, no. You get a 51% share,
which gives you control of the business.
Your brother gifted the remaining 49%
to the Abad Cisneros Secular Brotherhood.
And also I have to deal with those morons.
No way in hell! I'll give it away.
Wrap it up with my best wishes. I don't want it.
Your brother told me you'd react this way
and I didn't believe him.
But he was obviously right.
Seems he knew you really well.
It's incredible, incredible. I'm stunned.
The fact is that the will stipulates
that if you don't accept your share of the business
then it will have to close down.
And he added a paragraph,
if you'll allow me:
"It's easy to choose when one option appeals to us
and we abhor the other."
"Now, dear Pilar, it won't be so easy."
"If the fishery closes
and 50 families are out on the streets,
that'll be your choice."
"But sure, the village air will be clean
and the tourists will come in droves."
"I wish you the best of luck tackling this dilemma."
You understand this was a transcription
of a handwritten note
and isn't in the formal language a notary would use.
How can you question us?
Are you accusing us of homicide?
-Of fratricide. -Yes.
Because Joaquin was our brother.
Pipe down.
So, there's been a homicide,
just like this lord here says...
The Lord is in heaven!
-Praise be the Lord! -Praise be the Lord!
I'm talking about this one over here.
With a lower case 'L', dammit.
So stop giving me a hard time, dammit.
Treat us with respect and watch your language!
Fine.
Let's proceed in an orderly fashion
and show some respect to authority.
Heavenly and earthly authority.
I'm going to question you.
I will question you as potential witnesses.
It's your attitude that makes you look suspicious.
Do I make myself clear?
Very clear.
Why don't you look into our blasphemous mayoress?
-Blasphemy isn't a crime. -And there you have it.
Are you trying to tell me she had nothing to do with this?
With her brother's murder?
Her half-brother.
He was our brother, our soul brother.
Brother in God, which is
the most important brotherhood you can have.
Have you questioned her?
On what basis?
Lord, light their path.
Give us patience.
And you think you're smart?
Fine, fine, we'll do it.
But now we need to ask you some questions.
Just so we know what you saw.
Please allow me to apologize again
for what must seem like an invasion.
It doesn't seem like one, it is one.
Right, well,
I'd also like you to know
that there is no ill intent on our part.
We're not police or a judge.
I'm a priest
and I'm more interested in God's law, okay?
-Then we agree. -Right.
I'd also like you to know that I'm not interested
in why you claimed guilt for Bustamante's death.
My only job is to corroborate Corina's ability.
There's nothing to corroborate.
She has it. She's always had it.
Take a seat.
You're very close, aren't you?
We're sisters.
Well, there're some siblings...
We're very close, yes.
I never had that kind of relationship
with my siblings so I'm a little envious.
It's pious envy.
I guess we're fortunate.
I should bear that in mind more often.
So, I should tell you that I'm also a doctor
and that it really strikes me
how all three of you are blind.
It's very rare for that to happen in the same family.
When it rains, it pours.
I appreciate your sense of humor, mother.
It's not sense of humor.
In Galician, we call it "retranca."
It's a mix of resignation
and sour grapes.
Well, in Mexico we're no different.
So it's congenital blindness?
No, no, we could see when we were little.
It all happened one night that I don't really remember...
or maybe I do.
It was a night of adventure.
We were three girls, running across the cliffs
to the old church
to find ghosts.
People said it was haunted.
The Galician Wild Hunt, all that.
In any case, the next morning,
when we woke up,
we couldn't see or remember anything at all.
The next day?
The three of you? How strange.
Why would that be?
You're the doctor.
And all three of you chose to follow the path of faith.
Our father was on his own.
He'd go out to sea but didn't have much luck.
We were a big weight on his shoulders.
But not on God's?
Sometimes, it's hard not to lose faith.
Isn't that right?
My faith is easy.
It's solid. It's traditional.
It doesn't much like change.
It has sustained me in this life
and I hope it will do the same in the next.
I'm not special.
Corina's the special one. She always was.
Even before we went blind.
Yes, she can see worlds
that are closed to the rest of us.
What about Anabel?
Anabel, she's more our daughter than sister.
She's the most precious flower in our garden.
And the most delicate, too.
She's our orchid.
You've earned your place in Heaven, Sister.
And I accept it, Father.
I really have earned it.
Sir!
Yes, we're looking for Nuno.
-Do you know him? -Nuno?
I don't see him.
Might he have gone out really early?
He's mad enough to have gone out.
Near the coast here is inshore fishing.
-Small boats, small engines. -Sure.
-Diego! -Yeah?
Nuno?
-How the heck would I know? -They're asking after him.
They can go to hell.
Him and the people asking after him!
He's such a brute.
Sorry, Sister.
-When there aren't any... -It's fine.
Ask in the office, in case they know something.
Sure. Thanks. Let's go, Sister, let's go.
Vafanculo, stronzo!
-Sister, let's go. Let's go. -We're going, don't worry.
Let's go, let's go.
BUSTAMANTE & SONS FISHERY
Hello.
Alba.
I didn't know you worked here.
Pretty much everyone works here, Father.
If you have more questions about Xiana,
this isn't a good time.
With everything that happened, I...
No, no, no. We're looking for Nuno.
That's all.
Well, those are his.
-Are they dead? -Yes.
He collects them.
He takes care of them like they're his pets.
He always says, they may not have a brain or eyes
but they have a heart.
Well, life is simpler without eyes and a brain.
That's for sure.
All they need is a little sand to hide in.
Isn't that what we'd all like?
Do you know where we can find him?
They told us he went out to sea last night.
I don't know, I didn't check.
Nuno has a small boat.
It's not much more than a dinghy.
Like these mussels trying to find somewhere to hide.
I don't think Nuno has anything to hide from.
Right. Alba, sorry.
We'll get out of your way.
Let's go see if we can find him.
Sister...
-Ciao. -Ciao.
Father, weren't you looking for Nuno?
-Yes. -Well, he's right there.
-Where? -Right there.
Over here? Thanks.
Nuno?
Nuno.
Hi there.
I'm Father Simon Antequera.
Perhaps you remember me.
We met at the convent a couple of days ago.
This is Sister Emilia.
-Emilia. Emilia Gravianos. -That's right.
-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.
Life at sea is tough, right?
Have you spent the whole night out?
If you want the sea to give you something,
you have to give it something first.
Yes, I can imagine.
I don't know whether you heard about...
About...?
About what happened last night.
What happened?
I'm really sorry to be the one to give you this news.
Bustamante was murdered last night.
He's not my father.
No, no, no, no, I didn't...
He's not my father, he's not my father.
He's not my father...
Nuno, I didn't say he was your father, really.
He's not my father, he's not my father...
-I'm so sorry. -The music.
Stop the music, the music...
Please, stop the music, please, stop the music.
Nuno, there's no music.
There's no... Sister, stop the music.
There. That's it. There's no music, Nuno.
There's no music.
Are you messing with me?
-Are you messing with me!? -No, no, please...
-Do you think I'm stupid? -No, no, please...
What are you doing?
No. What are you doing? Put that down.
I'm not...
It's not for you, it's not for you.
It's for me.
Because I can cut myself.
On my arm, cut, cut, cut.
Stop. Please, no!
-Look. -Please don't do that!
Please. Stop.
Please.
-You're laughing at me. -I'm not laughing at you.
Yes, you are. You're laughing at me.
Why would I laugh at... No, no. I'm not laughing at you.
I'm not laughing at anyone. Honestly.
Are you laughing at me?
-Do you want to cut me? -No.
You cut yourself, you cut me. Nuno, I mean it.
Let me help you, Nuno.
Please, let me help you.
-Let me help you, Nuno. -No.
-No... -I'm sorry.
-Come. -We're going to help you. Okay?
Shall we go to the convent?
-Home is good. -Yes?
-Home... -All right, let's go.
Okay, let's go.
Good afternoon.
Father, we were coming to find Nuno.
I see you found him first.
We're going to the convent.
It's been a long day.
I'm sorry, Father, Nuno's coming with us.
Why?
Why do you think?
Don't go looking for problems.
We need to talk to him.
Nuno, I'll come with you. I'll come with you.
He's my client, okay?
I'm going with him.
Excellent.
We'll all go to the jailhouse then.
Sister?
No, no. I... I'll stay here.
-I can handle. -I'll go with you, Nuno.
I'll go with you, okay?
Well, I grew up surrounded by grannies,
so don't think I know much.
Tell me, is that done?
And?
It's done. Almost.
Yes?
Some people use an electric mixer, but we don't.
Everything by hand.
So is that the secret?
Are you revealing the secret
behind your world famous madeleines?
So it's milk, eggs, sugar,
flour and whisking by hand?
And vanilla. Of course.
The real stuff.
Not the bottled stuff.
Can you manage?
That's half the secret.
And the other half
is aniseed.
Just a few drops.
It's more about the aroma than the taste.
Right.
Nothing special, yet, to be honest.
Close your eyes.
-Mother, please. -Close your eyes.
-Fine. They're closed. -Close them.
-Have you closed them? -They're closed.
Now try it.
When you have your eyes open
you see a shapeless batter,
half way to being ready.
When you have your eyes closed, you savor what it is.
What it could become.
And what it will become.
We have really good vanilla in Mexico, too.
In Veracruz. I'll send you some.
That would be lovely. Yes.
I like your accent.
Proudly Mexican, Mother.
I've never been to Mexico.
-No? -Is it beautiful?
It's the most beautiful place on Earth.
Especially when you look at it with a Mexican heart.
Looking at things with your heart
is the best way of seeing.
That's how I look at this convent, and it is beautiful.
So beautiful that you could...
stay here your whole life?
Father, I don't think you understand
what it means to be blind.
For a blind person,
there is no change of scenery.
Wherever we go, darkness follows.
The only landscape is your feelings.
And mine are here.
Your sisters?
My sisters, of course.
And some of the people from the village who value us.
-And Nuno, too? -Nuno, of course.
So why go some place where we don't know anyone
and no one knows us?
The heart would have nothing to see.
Sure.
You have a...
very special relationship with Nuno.
He's... he's like a brother?
It's a multi-faceted relationship.
Sometimes brother,
sometimes father.
And often, son.
And a mother would...
do anything for her child, wouldn't she?
What?
Father, Father.
That really wasn't very subtle.
I apologize.
I'm no expert when it comes to interrogating people.
I promise to do better.
Father, you and I are servants of the Lord.
It's our duty to do whatever we can for anyone,
not just for one of our children.
Shall we finish our job?
Yes please, I'm starving.
Hey! Where are you going?
Sorry. The office?
The office is that way.
Thank you.
Are you okay, Nuno?
Are you sure?
Do you need the bathroom?
We can go quickly.
The magistrate.
How are you? Sorry but, where's Pombo?
Given the circumstances,
we thought it best that I carry out the interview.
What circumstances?
My boyish face must have some use.
Sure, the boyish bit is true, but let's see.
Nuno, first of all, how are you?
Nuno, I don't have much experience,
I can tell you, and I feel alone, if I'm honest.
The guards... well, you know what they're like.
They do the bare minimum.
The Olivares sisters don't want to talk, who knows why.
And the people from the Brotherhood...
It's so hard to talk to them, Nuno, really.
So I'm alone and lost.
-As you'll see. -You can sit down, Nuno.
Have you ever felt that way?
Alone and lost?
Yes.
Well, I'm on my own here.
Battling against everyone
to find out what happened to Bustamante.
And that's it.
Look, no one here wants to hurt you. I promise.
-Okay. -Can we speak as friends?
Sit.
Okay.
Is everything okay?
Do you know what I have here?
It's a list of all the calls of Bustamante's cellphone.
To tell us what numbers he contacted and for how long.
Do you understand?
And it shows that on the night of the crime,
Bustamante called you a couple of times.
-Nothing unusual about that. -A couple, couple of times.
No. Let's see...
Eleven.
Eleven times before you picked up.
He must have been desperate to get hold of you.
What did he want?
If you don't pick up, you can't lie.
I would have said the same but put it differently.
That's a strange thing to say. Are you saying that to me?
Or has someone said that to you? Or were you told to say that?
Okay, it doesn't matter.
That was Bustamante's business.
The people from the Brotherhood were here today.
They're good people.
They don't think the same of you.
A number of them told me
that they saw you entering Bustamante's house that night.
Nuno...
Okay, Nuno, you're hurting me.
Could you let go of my hand?
Nuno, stop it, you're gonna break my hand!
Nuno, let go of his hand!
Are you okay?
Relax.
Shall we go and take a rest?
-Shall we go to the convent? -Yes. Yes.
Can we go get some rest, please?
-Yes, yes. -Thank you.
It's been a very long day.
Sister.
-Father, are you busy? -Yes.
You have to come meet me, now.
Now I'm in the middle of something...
Come now. I'll send you my location.
Fine, fine.
Enjoying the gentle breeze?
What makes you say that?
Well...
Because I saw you smiling...
and because you're outdoors and...
I mean, I was just asking if the breeze was nice.
-Oh, the breeze. -Yes.
-I thought you said the view. -No!
No, no, no. The breeze.
I was thinking,
"This little priest has no idea what he's saying."
No, no, no.
I'd never say such a thing.
Oh, don't worry.
To us, not being able to see isn't any great tragedy.
It is what it is.
Your vision may have failed, but...
you can see other things, right?
What you have is different.
Yes, sure, it's different
but it's not anything... I don't know, it...
It happens, I don't know why.
Franca tells me that...
the three of you lost your sight on the same night.
That's right.
When we woke up, we could no longer see.
It's as if God...
had taken our sight while we slept.
But He gave you...
a gift in exchange, right?
But He had nothing for my sisters.
They were deprived without compensation.
Compensation?
Is that how you see it?
How strange. I've always seen it as a...
as a curse.
Give me your hand.
Go on. Here.
Don't be scared. It's all fine.
Everything's fine.
Come now.
Don't...
Don't be scared. No, don't be scared.
It's all fine.
You have to live with your gift.
No, no, no.
No, relax your hand, relax your hand.
That's it, don't be afraid.
That's it, that's it. Just like that.
The images will stay.
And you need to learn how to live with them.
If you manage that
then you can be happy.
And sometimes...
make other people happy too.
Well... or not.
That's up to you.
We have a gift and we have to accept that.
It could be worse.
He could have given us piles.
Yes...
Nuno!
Nuno's here!
What's happening?
Nuno...
-Can I help you? -No, no, no, no, no.
No, thank you.
This places holds no darkness for us.
Do you like to dance?
-Do I like dancing? -Dancing?
-Yeah. -Yes! Yes, I like it too.
I'll go to the bathroom, just a sec.
Woah!
Hey, I may not understand everything she says
but talking to her,
having her here brightens my day.
I asked her to come to the party with us.
The fireworks.
I'm too tired for parties.
Alba, please!
I know it's messed up but she's our daughter.
Why don't you help her get dressed?
Her parents taught her how to do that, right?
Dammit, Alba.
Come on.
It's the fireworks tonight.
You scared me.
Fear.
-You know... -Sorry.
Are you planning to wear that to the party?
No bueno?
It gets cold at night here.
Don't you have anything warmer?
What's...?
-Cold. -It gets cold?
Yes.
Let me see...
Well, I could wear this...
This one's warmer.
What do you think?
That's pretty.
Better?
Yeah, I like this, I like the colors.
And this.
Yeah, that's nice.
With my boots.
It's not... easy.
Sister.
About time. Where were you?
Walking through the Galician wilderness.
And the wilderness here is damp.
And dark.
Cold as hell...
Look. Look at that.
Look at those lights.
A launch.
That's it, a launch. A fast launch.
And there's a fish boat,
which is most likely where the launch is headed.
And?
-There! -What is it? What is it?
What do you mean? It's obvious, it's a delivery.
What kind of delivery?
Of pizza. Madonna!
Drug trafficking, pure and simple.
-Anyone can see that. -Anyone who grew up
in a Sicilian mafia family can see that.
I was born in Rome, okay?
It's not like you're exactly an aristocrat, are you?
I didn't grow up with counts and dukes but,
for the love of God,
to see four crappy lights and think of Scarface,
you must have had some childhood.
They're from the fishery.
The warehouse is guarded by a guy with a 9mm semi-automatic.
I was 20 meters away so I couldn't tell
if it was a Glock or a Sig Sauer.
What?
You see something 20 meters away
and your only concern was whether it was a Glock
or a Jack Bauer?
Sig Sauer.
-What are you talking about? -Jack Bauer.
You don't know who Jack Bauer is?
The fictional character?
-I don't know! -You break my heart, Sister.
It's clear to me that you're a product of La Cosa Nostra.
-I'm being serious. -Me too.
You're a 21st century Calamity Jane.
Never mind Calamity Jane,
you're a Bonnie without a Clyde.
You're a femme fatale.
You're a gunslinger, Sister.
Don't act like a saint, it doesn't suit you.
What I'm trying to say is that this fishery
sells more than seafood
and Bustamante was the owner.
Do you know what I mean?
-So what do we do? -What do you mean?
Bye Spain! Nice to meet you, we're going home!
-Wait, wait... -No, I'm not waiting.
I'm trained to fight the devil, Satan,
who is really ugly, has horns and a tail,
but between you and me, doesn't exist.
But when it comes to flesh and blood drug dealers, no.
I already did that, I'm over it.
Are you sure? Are you...
I won't end up like Bustamante,
splayed on a crucifix, head down.
Not me, guys. See you around!
Hey! Andiamo!
I'm coming, coming.
Wait for me. Wait, Sister.
Lord, for what we are about to receive,
make us truly thankful.
And we thank you for returning our beloved Nuno to us.
Watch over us and take care of us,
as you always have against, the evils of the world.
-Amen. -Amen.
The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost...
Nuno, tell us how your fishing trip went.
You were out for a long time.
It was...
it was fine.
Leave him alone, Corina.
He must be very tired.
Don't answer, Nuno.
If it's alright with you,
-I'd like to retire to pray. -That's fine.
Of course, Nuno.
Go, go and rest.
Pray and rest.
Excuse me.
Can you call Father Salinas? He won't answer my calls.
What a party, for the love of God.
Yes, lovely, but let's go.
No, no. Wait, please.
Let's just stay for a bit.
-No, come on... -Just an hour.
What hour? Come on! Leave me alone.
Emilia, please! Let's dance. Just for an hour.
We'll have a liquor coffee and then go.
Look how much work has gone into this.
And they do it so we can integrate.
-It's not for us. -So we feel at home.
Wait, I want to smoke.
Hi guys, could you spare a cigarette?
I don't have another one, but you can smoke this.
-Yes, yes. This is... -No, it's a roll up.
-Yeah... -That's all we can afford.
That's not rolling tobacco.
Isn't it? Well, I trust these guys.
And kids never lie.
Never. Never.
That's some priest.
He's reciting a Hail Mary.
You have no shame.
And?
Yes.
It's rolling tobacco from Morocco.
-Just a joke. -Dammit.
Come on, pass it round, dude.
-Come on. -Pass it round, dude.
I let you have some, dude. Dammit.
-This one is mine, right? -This is mine.
-How old are you? -What are you saying?
Do you want me to call the police, or what?
He's taking the piss.
Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop.
My mom's there, man. She's right there!
It's really great.
The music's great.
-Yeah? You like it? -Ja, ja, super.
They're good.
Octopus?
Octopus. Look.
Thank you! Super.
And there's more here, too.
Let's go!
Come on, Emilia, please.
Just a for a bit, just for a bit.
-No! Enough! -Come on, let's go.
Come on, come on!
Come on, let's go.
Come on!
Thank you.
I never imagined that being the mayoress of the village
would bring me so much joy.
I'm so happy to see you like this.
Enjoying the party, the music,
the people in our community.
Tonight is clear proof that Porto da Lúa
is really worthwhile.
Tonight is big party night.
A night to have a good time, to enjoy ourselves.
A night in which fire burns away everything bad.
So, let the fireworks begin!
Nuno!
Poor boy.
-What's wrong? -We have to save him.
He can't manage on his own.
He's in his room...
No, go and get him, find Nuno, please.
-Please, calm down. -Now, please.
-Where? -In the village.
-Please, now! -Calm down...
Our Father who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Very good.
-Yes? -Yes.
And lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
-This is the good stuff. -Yeah.
But take it easy.
I want to keep you as clients.
Relax, dude.
And the money?
A hundred?
Who the hell do you think I am?
Hey, relax.
-Who do you think I am? -Guys...
I know exactly who you are and I don't give a damn.
Five grams, 300 euros.
All right, but I don't have it.
So ask your goddamn mom for it.
-Hey, enough. -What did you say?
-Relax, okay? -What did you say?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. -What the hell?
Relax, dude. Enough already.
-I'll cut you, tell them. -Relax, man.
-Relax, dude. -You got that?
Nuno!
Didn't you bring your girlfriend?
Come on. I'll find you one over here.
Yeah? Yeah? Come on, let's go, let's go.
Nuno! Nuno!
Nuno!
Come here! Come here!
I don't mess with nobody...
Please...
Get out of here! Come on!
-Get out of here! -Come on, let's go!
Hey, enough! Enough!
What are you doing? Let's go!
Andiamo!
A guy like that killed my brother!
And nearly killed me!
Well, this one's going to kill us both. Let's go.
I don't mess with nobody...
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Not bad, right?
I think today is the best possible way
to show that nothing and no one can hold back Porto da Lúa.
Oh, God.
Thy kingdom come, they will be done...
Do you really have nothing better to do?
You've sullied this village's soul.
You've filled it with filth!
Why can't you just let people have fun?
It doesn't...
Let the blood of a hundred innocent sheep purify you!
-I'll kill you... -What?
-Get out of here! -What? What is it?
-Get out of here! -You're blasphemous!
-Blasphemous! -I'll kill you!
I'll make your life a living hell!
Get out of our town! Out!
You scumbag! Bastard!
...give me your blessing.
Nuno, come here!
Look what I've got for you.
Nuno!