02x04 - Requiescat in Pace

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The nun who has visions
gave us the exact address

of where to find the girl.

You have to live with your gift.

The images will always be there.

You have to learn
to live with them.

Your brother died today.

You should be in mourning
and not partying.

I don't want Joaquín's business.

If you don't accept
your share of the business,

then it will have to close down.

How can you question us?

Why don't you look into
our blasphemous mayoress?

You were seen
entering Bustamante's house.

Look at those lights.

A boat. So what?

Drug-trafficking.
Pure and simple.

It's obvious.

Five grams, 300 euros.

All right, but I don't have it.

-Hey, hey, hey.
-Relax, dude, okay?

You've sullied
this village's soul.

May the blood of a hundred
lambs purify you!

Nuno! We have to save him.

He can't manage on his own.

-Where is he?
-In the village.

Nuno...

We really tried everything.

I've been in constant prayer.

But he's lifeless, soulless.

He barely speaks,
it's as if we didn't exist.

Sometimes he'll go a week
without making a sound,

and at other times he says
things that make no sense.

Not long ago he took to saying
"chrysanthemum" all day.

"Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum,
chrysanthemum."

And it's so hard
to get him to eat.

The new priest who arrived
recently, Father Fermín,

says we should perform
an exorcism.

You can tell father Fermín
that it won't be necessary.

Nuno has a congenital
birth defect.

What does that mean?

Nothing. He's feebleminded,
a ret*rd.

Which is probably why
his parents abandoned him.

Doctor, please.
The child can hear you.

He can hear,
but he can't understand.

Doctor, good Lord!

No sign language.

Completely detached
from reality.

Locked in his own world.

Blessed child.

He feels nothing,
Reverend Mother.

He can't tell good from evil.

He's incapable of empathy,
he has no heart.

You can imagine how dangerous
someone like him could be.

What are you doing,
for the love of God?

Leave him alone!

THE ENVOYS

Nuno.

Nuno, come here.

Nuno, come here.

Look what I got for you.

Nuno!

I'm going to put
a rocket up your asses!

Blasphemer! Get out
of our village, blasphemer!

-"Cretino"!
-Blasphemer!

-Damn you!
-Nuno!

Get out of this town!

-Blasphemer!
-You b*stard, damn you!

-wh*re!
-Go to hell!

Nuno!

-Pig!
-Get out of here!

Nuno!

Damn you!

-You are damned!
-Get out of here!

Mom! Mom!

Help! Help!

Nuno.

Nuno, what happened?

An ambulance!

Someone call an ambulance!

An ambulance, please!

Nuno! Let me through.

I'm a doctor. Let me through.

He has a pulse. What happened?

My daughter was playing and...

-Who did this? Who was it?
-I don't know. He went that way.

You're okay, you're okay.

Give him space
so he can breathe.

Call an ambulance,
call an ambulance.

Breathe, Nuno, come on.

Take it easy, take it easy.

You're useless!
That's what you are, useless!

There's no word
for what you are! wh*re!

That's no way to speak
to a woman! "Cretino"!

What are you doing,
sister Emilia?

What the hell is going on?

Hey! Why don't you come here
and say that to my face?

Don't you even dare
look at my mom.

Don't even look at her.
Shut your mouth!

Here comes the b*stard child!

-Hey, hey, hey!
-You shut your mouth.

-Hey, wait! Hold on! Wait!
-Woah! Hold on!

What are you laughing at?
You clown!

What's up, Canosa?

A man's been critically injured,
sergeant.

Hey, hey,
you can't leave, Pombo.

-Not now, mayoress.
-Pombo, please take them away!

Hey, lady. We're not
the kind of people to hide.

You can come find us
anytime you like.

We've lived here
our whole lives.

And we'll still be here

long after you're the mayoress
no longer.

Pilar. Pilar, what do we do?

-What do we do?
-What do we do?

The musicians.

Get the musicians back on stage.

And clean up the blood a little.

And the music.
Get the music back up, come on.

Gunthram.

Village vibes.

Village vibes.

Careful.

Pedro!

What happened?

What happened?

Let's hope there's no anoxia,

but I can't exclude
that possibility.

Even if it is hypoxia,

the consequences can be...

Pedro, please,
the dumbed down version.

There was a loss of blood
flow to Nuno's brain,

it may have been partial
or total,

and we don't know for how long.

What's the prognosis?

There's...

there's no way
to know at the moment.

I could write you a list,
but I'll spare you.

-Will he die?
-No.

Simón...

What happened?

The nuns' friend was attacked.

-A girl saw it and screamed.
-Where's the girl?

In the doorway over there.

I'm telling you,
she didn't see anything.

-Let her speak.
-Of course.

You didn't see anything,
did you, honey?

Don't be scared, Sabela,
you're not in trouble.

-Are you sure?
-Why wouldn't she be sure?

Let her to speak.

Tell me, Sabela.

Enough.

She's scared
and she didn't see anything.

We'll speak again tomorrow.

Let's go.

Pedro, did you manage
to see who it was?

I tried to run after him,
but he got away.

He was too fast for me, Simón.

We have to tell the Olivares
sisters right away.

Go. Go. I'll ride with Nuno.

-"Andiamo."
-Come on, Nuno.

I want to go to the square
to check a few things out.

Father, don't get involved.

Isn't it paramount
to let the sisters know?

-Yes.
-All right then. Go.

Come on, let's go please.

So, I wanted to say
there is no need for concern.

I've just spoken to the sergeant

and he said the situation
is completely under control

and that there is absolutely
nothing to worry about.

-Okay?
-God.

So, we were here,
enjoying the party

until that horde with terrible
sense of fashion arrived

and decided to splash
a little color on my attire.

And I was so happy with my look.

But, as we know,

all you need for a party
is wanting to have fun.

And we have plenty of that
in Porto da Lúa, right?

So let the party continue!

Listen carefully,
Sebastián Castro Medina.

I have two hot pieces of news
for you.

The first one,
the notary came to my office

to tell me that a 51% share
of my brother's fishery

has been inherited by...
guess who?

The second one, just to keep up
the guessing game.

Guess who's going to show up
at the fishery tomorrow

to share a new business strategy
with your employees?

My employees.

Mayoress, so rude.

So you've come here to, what?

Threaten us with
some title for the fishery,

invoking the will of our brother

who, sadly, isn't here
to speak for himself?

I don't make threats,
I get things done.

There's no need to get excited

and hurl insults around
the place, ma'am.

Look, I'll get as excited
as I like.

She's losing her mind.

sorry, I forgot, you don't
know what it is to feel excited,

but I'll get
as excited as I like.

Now I see who's the dog
and who holds the leash.

One more thing
I wanted to mention,

in case you didn't get it yet.

You have no idea
who you're messing with.

You don't know how far I'll go
to get what I want.

The Lord is on our side.

You're on your own.

You will fail.

Try me.

Try me, moron.

I'm sure it was someone
from the Brotherhood.

How do you know?

It had to be someone Nuno knows
for him to get that close.

That's not what I meant,
but you're right.

So what did you mean?

Only that bunch of animals

is capable of doing
something like this.

What if he comes back
to finish what he started?

He'd have to k*ll
the three of us

-before he could get near him.
-No one's k*lling anyone.

And I think you've had
enough for one day.

We've had enough for decades,
father,

but the Lord, in his grand
generosity, keeps on giving.

Why don't you go get
some rest at the convent?

What if Nuno wakes up tomorrow

and you're all too exhausted
or indisposed?

We're unlikely to be indisposed.

At our age.

I meant indisposed
due to tiredness.

Anyway, Emilia offered to stay

and she'll let us know
if there's any news.

What about you two?

Father Antequera is on his way,

and we're going
to the Brotherhood.

No.

Don't go back to that place.

Where else would we go?

Let me help.

-The door is stuck.
-Let me help.

This is a chapel.

It was deconsecrated
twenty years ago.

Are the cots still here?

Yes.

-Is it a temporary infirmary?
-Why are they here though?

One of father Fermín's
good ideas.

To offer accommodation
to pilgrims

to help with the costs.

In the end, the only pilgrim
was the idea itself.

It took us six months
to pay off the cots.

Aren't they nice?

Yes, they're very comfortable.

Don't lie, father,
I asked if they looked nice,

not if they were comfortable.
I tried them once.

Once was enough.

Well, since we're being honest,

I think a little heating
would come in handy.

There are candles.

Wonderful.

-Yes, we'll be fine, sister.
-You can stay at no charge.

Thank you.

I only ask that you sweep
the place thoroughly once a day.

Once a week, sister.

Are you okay with that?

-I hope you're comfortable.
-Thank you so much, sister.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Thank you, sister.

Thank you.

Let's light some candles.

"There are candles," she says.
This can't be happening.

What?!

-What a pair of sluggards!
-Emilia!

What time is it?
What time is it?

Don't tell me it's dawn already.

The sun rose while you slept.

I went to get the sisters
while you slept.

I took them to the hospital
while you slept.

I came back for you
while you slept.

So, are you going to get up

or shall I come back
at dinnertime?

Emilia.

What do we have here?
An artist.

I'm sure this isn't legal.

If she didn't see anything,
then she didn't see anything.

We just want to talk.

And if she wants
to do some drawing

while we talk,
then that's great, right?

I'd love to be able
to draw like that.

Tell me, Sabe, the man you saw
in the alleyway,

is he the one who was being
mean to Nuno?

Can you tell me
anything else about him?

Was he tall, or short?

Was he young? Was he old?

Was he fat?

Do you remember anything?

Yes. He was very mean.

Of course he was.

The thing he did
was very bad, right?

And we don't want him
to keep on doing bad stuff.

That's why it's really
important for you to tell me

if you remember anything else...

She already told you
she doesn't remember anything.

I don't know. It was dark.
Besides, he ran away.

Let's see.

There's not much
to think about, father.

Of course there is, sister,
because...

two things strike me.

The person
who tried to k*ll Nuno

might have done it
for two reasons, right?

One, because Nuno
saw something he shouldn't have,

or that this person thinks
Nuno is somehow

involved in Bustamante's m*rder
and wanted revenge, right?

What difference does it make

whether or not Nuno saw
something, or did something?

In Italian, we have
a well-known phrase:

"Me ne frega."

We're dealing
with narcos here, father.

We're not equipped for this.

We don't have hardware,
we don't have software,

we don't have anything,
let's leave, please.

-The Brotherhood is dangerous.
-Are you so sure that someone

from the Brotherhood
k*lled Bustamante?

Really? What?

After the chaos
in the square last night,

I followed the mayoress.

-Lord, Lord, Lord.
-What?

Sister, sister...

And?

Pilar has inherited the fishery.

She inherited it.
Bustamante left her a 51% share.

What are you going with this,
father?

Come on, sister, please.
Try to be a little less biased.

-I'm not biased.
-Yes, you are.

You're massively biased.

No. What bias?
I never suspected her.

Well, a positive bias.
But it's a massive bias.

But I'm no different, okay?

If I had to choose between
that Inquisitor's apprentice

and Pilar, I'd choose Pilar
a thousand times over

but, please, let's stick
to what happened.

Bustamante was an obstacle,
nevermind that,

he was "the" obstacle to all
of Pilar's plans. Right?

And his word was gospel,

in the village, in church,
everywhere.

And no one kept him in check.
Not even God.

Forgive me.

Pedro, you should have seen
the mayoress threaten Sebastián.

She was vicious.

And she made sure
no one followed her.

She did it when Pombo
and everyone else

would have been nowhere nearby.

Really vicious.
She was terrifying.

So it may well be
that your darling mayoress...

What do you mean,
"my darling"? I don't...

What I'm saying is, it's very
possible that your darling Pilar

is behind this fake miracle

involving the disappearance
and reappearance of that girl.

-What are you saying?
-It's true.

What better way to
turn this village

into a tourist destination?
Let me put it simply.

Throw in a blind nun

who knows where to find
missing children and,

while she's at it,
she can figure out

the sacred winning
lottery numbers,

and then you have
a huge business!

No, no, I won't let you
say that.

Look, Simón, just because
you're an apostate

doesn't give you the right

to jump to
conclusions like that.

-What do you mean, apostate?
-Sometimes I get the impression

that you don't know
what our job is.

When the Church sends us
on a mission,

you seem hell bent
on wrecking things.

-What are you talking about?
-That's what you do.

Okay, enough. Enough, "cretini".

I like the mayoress, yes,
she seems honest, capable.

She makes me proud
to be a woman, yes.

Is that funny?
Sorry, sister, I'll be quiet.

-I'm not a fool.
-I'll shut up.

But this guy's a total idiot,
no question.

-Come on.
-Quiet.

But sometimes God speaks
through the mouth of children,

drunkards, madmen and idiots,
as in this case.

-Sure.
-But facts are facts.

What facts, sister?

Family conflict,
religious fanatics, greed...

All wrapped up in a nice little
package of drug trafficking.

Conclusion,
let's get out of here.

Yes? Yes, this is he.

Praise the Lord.
Yes, we're on our way.

-What...
-Nuno.

Thanks. We're on our way.

"Madonna."

Hello, can we come in? Yes?

Come in.

Nuno.

How lovely to see you
looking so well.

-Hello.
-He's well and we're happy.

The doctor was just here
and he told us

that all the tests
came back with good results.

And that if things stay
as they are now,

then Nuno
can come home tomorrow.

How wonderful. That's great.

I guess Pombo questioned him?

No.

No one's been here,
and there's no need for that.

Nuno's not a suspect
for anything.

Come on, sister, God loves you
because your hearing is spot on.

It's not because
he's a suspect, sister,

but because he's the victim
of an attempted m*rder.

It's routine. That's all.

Yes. But it's fine,
let him recover fully

and then...

I don't care if Pombo, Shakira

or the King of England
come here.

Neither we nor Nuno owe anyone
any explanations.

And please, show
a little compassion.

Yes, that's true.
You're right, sister.

And you're right
to say that here,

amongst people whose work
is more attuned to emotions

such as compassion.

You've seen how harsh
the world is, right?

It's full of victims
and perpetrators.

But I think we can
make a difference.

In that case, we'll talk to
whoever we need to.

What's the problem?

Nothing to hide,
nothing to fear. Right?

That's right, that's what I say.

HOSPITAL

So, what do we do next?

Head straight down
the road to Santiago,

return the car,
take a direct flight to Rome

and we can eat dinner
at home tonight, I'll cook.

Sister, we have a very
specific job to do.

We have to verify whether or not
Corina performed a miracle

and I can feel something.

-Simón, I need more time.
-Great.

You two stay here and I'll...

Sister, give me
the car keys, please.

Because I need
to go and see my...

I need to go
and see father Martín.

-Monsignor Cañola?
-Yes, please, give me the keys.

"Va be."

You stay with Salinas.

Be careful.

Wait.

Almost midday.
What a time to get up.

-Are you going out to sea?
-Yes, but not to work.

With this sun, Castrillón
Bay is going to be beautiful.

I want Xiana to see it.
Go on, come with us.

All the way to Castrillón?
No way.

How long will it take?

What does it matter?
I want Xiana to see it.

I don't understand.

Well, the girl seems
happy here, right?

And I want her
to stay happy here.

Did you see
how she danced yesterday?

She felt at home.

It was so lovely,
the three of us together.

Stop kidding yourself, Bernal.

That girl has a life, a past,

she's not a toy or a puppy

that you bring home
because you think it's cute.

What do you mean "puppy"?

Of course she's not a dog.

She's our daughter, Alba.
Our daughter who's come back.

What don't you understand?

Go on.

All good?

Yes.

It's a beautiful day.

Would you like to go to the sea?

I want to show you
Castrillón Bay.

Ca-Cas-Castrillón?

Castrillón. Very good.

Okay, I don't know what that is,
but sounds "bonito."

It's the most beautiful
place in the world.

I'll bet you don't have places
like that in Canada.

"momento."

Galician sun
isn't harmful, sweetie.

Everyone protect sun. Bad.

Come on, it's getting late.

What's wrong?

-Nothing.
-Well then, you coming?

Alba.

Sisters. Can we help?

Okay. How is Nuno doing?

A little better
as the day goes by.

Right.

And you're heading
straight back to the convent?

No, no, we need
to shop some groceries.

Nuno used to take care
of that, but now...

-What? Are you crazy? I'll go.
-No, no.

"Zitta." What do you need?

I don't know.

-Nuno gets the groceries.
-I get it. Nuno took care of it.

Don't worry, from now on,
I'll take care of it.

You get some rest.

-We didn't give you any money.
-It's on the Vatican.

Well, if the Vatican is paying,

they can fix the roof,
it's leaking.

Where's sister Corina?

She's with Nuno.

So, if you're okay with it,
then I'd like to talk to her.

Father, I wanted to apologize...

for what I said earlier.

Don't worry,
we're all very riled up.

It goes without saying

that we hope you find the person
who did this to Nuno.

We will find him.

-And?
-What do you mean, "and"'?

You think it's not enough?

No, no, you've made it
perfectly clear that it's a lot.

-Maybe too much for you, right?
-Too much? For the love of God.

You asked us to come here

to look into a small,
run-of-the-mill miracle

and you've led us into
the mouth of the devil.

Who only needs to close
his jaw to snap us up.

Please, Monsignor.

We're talking about
drug trafficking here.

We're talking about
a g*ng of lunatics

that you wouldn't believe,
and a mayoress from hell.

And they k*lled someone,
you know?

And that means there's
a m*rder*r on the loose.

And another one who came
close to k*lling someone else.

We're not the police.
We're not detectives.

We're gonna end up with a b*llet
in the head, then you'll see.

Sure, no, no.
I understand if you're scared.

It's not that we're scared,
Monsignor...

No, no, no.
You're sh1tting your pants.

Hey, I'm not sh1tting my pants.
I'm not sh1tting myself.

And I don't enjoy hearing
my parish priest use that word.

Well, it looks like
you're sh1tting yourself.

I'm not sh1tting myself.
I'm really not.

Look, I admit this is a big
mess.

Got it.

But who... who do I call
to help sort out a mess?

Some kid who just got out
of the seminary

and doesn't know
how the world works?

-I'm just a town priest.
-No, no, Simón,

you're not just a town priest.

You're different.

And I've known that since
the day I saved your life

when you were about to die from
an overdose in a shitty bar.

Literally.

And more.

What would have happened
back then if I'd said,

"Look, kid, sort yourself out,
I'm just a priest"?

In Porto da Lúa
there's a bunch of people

who are in a whole pile of sh*t

and they don't even know it,
Simón.

Help them.

Help them like I helped you.

Yes, Monsignor,
I want to help them, but...

Forget about the delinquents.

Forget about the criminals.

And only focus on the people
who truly deserve your help.

Please.

-Damn priest.
-I heard you!

Sister Corina.

-Father Salinas?
-Yes.

Come in, come in.

They gave him something
so he'd sleep.

He got very agitated
and was hurting his neck.

I don't know
what's wrong with him.

we need to talk
about what happened last night.

About your...
about the vision you had.

What vision?

You saw that Nuno
was going to be attacked.

But that wasn't a vision.

It's just that
Nuno's like my son.

It was maternal instinct.

Sure.

"Ciao". Good morning.

If it isn't' the boxing nun.

That was just a slap.

If the people in my village
find out, they'll disown me.

What about all this?

Yeah, see, today of all days
the cleaning crew

have decided
not to do any overtime.

I guess the fact that Gaitán
from the Brotherhood

is union rep, must have strongly
influenced their decision.

-"Miserable."
-Yes.

But, hey, some neighbors
are going to come and help.

If you wait until
I've dropped the groceries

-with the Olivares sisters...
-No. Thank you, sister.

You're not from here,
there's no need. Thank you.

What's up, Pombo?
What have I done now?

We need to talk.

Well, as you can see, I have
plenty of time in my hands.

If you're here to tell me
you've locked up

everyone from the Brotherhood,
then I'm all ears.

I'll take care of that brawl...

Brawl?

Sorry, a violent attack
by a group of fanatics

against people
having a good time,

I wouldn't call that a brawl.

I'm not up for arguing about
semantics. What is it?

I just heard that following
the death of your brother,

you've become
the very owner of the fishery.

It would have been good
of you to let me know.

Why should I have told you?

Please tell me where you
were and who you were with

at the time of Joaquín's m*rder.

Are you accusing me?

No, I'm not
making an accusation.

Are you accusing me
of k*lling my brother?

I'm not making an accusation.

I'm just asking where you were,
who with and doing what.

It's usual in these cases.

¿Is that so?

Are you going to ask
everyone for an alibi?

Only those who might have had
a motive for k*lling Bustamante.

So what motive do I have
for k*lling my brother?

You don't have one,
you have two.

Two.

Your plans, the resort,
the hotel,

I don't know, all the
things you want to do.

Bustamante was getting
in your way.

And now you own the business.

I have five witnesses

who saw you go to
his house and threaten him.

-I never threatened my brother.
-I have it right here.

"If you keep trying
to mess with me,

I'm going
to rip your head off."

Come on, it's a family feud.

Tell me where you were
and stop messing around.

You have no evidence against me.

Not the littlest of evidence.

Not right now, that's true.

But not providing an alibi
just raises suspicion.

What I was doing, who with
and where is my business, okay?

When you have a reason
for questioning me, let me know.

-Pilar!
-What?

If a witness saw you

at the crime scene that night,
night then I'll come for you.

Fine. I'll be right here.

Bye.

You sure a natural with this.

We're going to die.

Sweetie, when a wave
comes at you,

speed up and hit
the wave at 90 degrees.



I guess 90 means something
different in Canada.

Let me.

What?

You're really good at this.

You have to get to know the sea.

The more you know it,
the more you respect it.

That's the only secret.

Look.

Do you like it?

Good afternoon.

I'm here for a nice, fresh beer

and something to eat.

I've come straight from town
without even a snack

and even my self-esteem
is growling.

Isn't it bad to drink alcohol?

So it must be a while
since you went to mass, right?

They even turn the blood
of Christ into alcohol.

-Goal...
-What the hell, damn it!

I can't believe this!

Don't worry. Don't worry.

When things look really grim,

just remember
it could be a lot worse.

You could be a Coruña fan.

You got that right.

You're not going to party
with your friends today?

This early?

At this hour, it's just
old ladies going to mass.

They're all already there.
It's rush hour.

Rush hour.

And anyway... I don't know.

I'm trying to focus a little.

My mom's the mayoress.

Sure, sure. I know.

And she's going through hell

with those assholes
from the Brotherhood.

Something you want to say,
father?

No, unless there's something
you want to say.

You don't want to hear
my confession?

You want me to hear
your confession?

Go on.

The sacrament of reconciliation
requires contrition.

And you don't seem too contrite.

I don't know
what contrite means.

Repentant.

You never know, father.

You never know.

It does happen.

Sometimes
life really messes you around.

I mean,
I'm not looking for pity.

I am where I am
because I wanted to.

And what happens to me happens,
I'll suck it up and that's it.

Sure.

But then, there's my mom.

And even though she looks like
she can deal with anything...

It's not like that.

I went back to her
as a kind of "last chance".

"Last Train to London."
That's from your era, right?

What do you mean?
How old do you think I am?

What was that
about the last train?

I was "studying" in Compostela.

I'd been there for years.

I came back here at Easter.

Your mother brought you back.

Who else?

She showed up
at my house in Compostela.

Granted, it wasn't
the best welcome.

Well, sometimes we take

those kinds of liberties
with our moms.

Sure, but my liberties involved

her having to pick me up
from the hospital

they'd put me in.

Heroin?

Heroin.

When I woke up,
my mom was there,

with messy hair, unbelievable.

The way she was looking at me...

So sad.

Damn, the way she looked at me.

She made me feel...
something here.

Guilt.

Shame.

You feel like sh*t.

Well, worse than sh*t,

because it's not only
your life you're wrecking.

But you're messing up the life

of the person
you most care about.

We all have our battles, kid.

I'm not the one to tell you
that you'll get better,

that this will pass,

that this is the darkest hour
before the dawn.

That's all a bunch of lies.

You might get better,
you might not.

Some of us got better.

But not because we deserve it

more than those
who die in a doorway.

It happens for some of us.
Not for others.

I hope it happens to you.

...head up
and scores the second goal.

Dammit.

Wanna hear something funny?

These assholes lost
their four last matches.

They only beat Leganés,
and two ties.

Exactly. One win
in seven matches.

And that was the night

I was in the hospital,
more dead than alive.

What a damn life.

The day your uncle died.

Is that when you were
admitted to hospital?

-Last Saturday?
-My half uncle, yes.

And your mom was with you?

What?

Cheers to that, kid.

To Celta, dammit.

To Celta and the fact Deportivo
are way worse.

BUSTAMANTE FAMILY

Nuno's attacker must be here.

He must be here,
keep your eyes open.

Sorry.

For our reading today,

let us go
to St. Paul's first letter...

to the Corinthian Christians.

-Praised be the Lord.
-Praised be.

What did he say?

We'll certainly emerge
victorious from this.

-I can't hear anything.
-I can hear perfectly.

Thank you to the one
who has loved us so much.

I am sure that neither
life nor death,

nor the angels, nor the devils,

nor the past nor the future,

nor the powers
that be in this world,

neither the high nor the low,

no creature at all

shall separate us from the love

that God manifested
in Jesus Christ.

This is the...

word of the Lord.

-Glory to you, Christ the Lord.
-Glory to you, Christ the Lord.

It's very difficult for me

to address you under
circumstances like these.

But here goes.

When I was a little girl,
I had a big brother.

A brother that I adored.

Who was a hero to me.

Who I loved like you love
someone you admire.

Later, things changed over time.

And my life won't be long enough
to regret it.

Today, I bury
the brother I loved

and who later became
a stranger to me.

Someone I didn't know.

Practically an enemy.

Today, I also bury...

all the words of reconciliation

that we will no longer
be able to share.

I will also bury the hugs...

that we will no longer
be able to give one another.

And today, I'm also burying...

all the opportunities

we might have had...

of uniting our family.

Thank you to all of you
for coming here today.

Sabela.

At times like these,
only our faith in God

can ease our pain.

We have lost the best of us.

The wisest.

The purest.

The holiest.

The one who always put
his faith in Christ

above everything else.

"Ciao, bella."

Come with me,
this is terribly boring.

I don't like these places.
They're too sad.

Look, see that big
guy over there?

You see him?

He looks like a cemetery
full of porkers.

...needing protection
and comfort.

Look at the guy over there.
He has such an evil face.

He's bad. Really bad.

Do you know him?

Is he actually bad?

How do you know?

Sabela, come here.
Come over here.

I told you to stay close.

...the heirs of all your work...

and your holy commands.

-Sebastián?
-Amen.

Sebastián?

-What is it?
-I spoke to the girl.

She got really scared when
she saw that jerk, Gaitán.

I asked her if he was
the bad guy and she said yes,

then her dad moved her away,
they don't want to speak.

-What is it?
-Hey, what's going on?

What's going on?

Okay, don't get involved,
this is a police matter.

-That's why I'm here.
-Well, I'm Ms. Pilar's lawyer.

What, what's going on?

-Come with us, please.
-What has she done?

He wants to cuff me.

-Why?
-Come willingly.

We have a witness
who places the mayoress

at the place and time
of the crime.

Sure, let me guess. Sebastián?

Or Belisario? Or Gaitán?

Or one of the other fanatics
from the Brotherhood?

Look, Pilar, we can do this
whichever way you choose.

You either come willingly
or by force.

Pilar, it's okay.

Go with them, and we'll follow
right behind you.

Don't say anything.
Don't say a word.

The little girl was
really scared when she saw him.

So we should
speak to him, right?

Confront him, at least.

Yes, that's perfect.
We'll go there and say,

"We know you tried to k*ll Nuno.

By the way, we have
you surrounded, confess."

-I didn't say it would be easy.
-It's not easy or difficult.

I can't think of a way
to get him arrested.

That's the bike. Turn around!

What the hell
are you doing? "Cretino"!

Turn around!

That's the guy who was selling
drugs to Alfonso

and the other kids
on the night of the party.

-You want me to follow him?
-No, I want to see the bike.

Come on, please turn around.
Come on, you're gonna lose him!

Come on, sister,
don't lose him. Go.

That way, that way.

There, there he is.
Don't lose him, don't lose him.

-Don't let him see us.
-Sure. But don't lose him.

Don't let him see us.

She's going to lose him!

-He's going to see us!
-We're going to lose him!

-He'll see us!
-You're losing him. Come on!

Enough!

Pull over, pull over.

This way. There, there.

Stay in the car, sister.

Wait for us here,
but get off the path, okay?

-Did someone see you?
-No, chill.

Are you telling me
that Belisario,

one of the Brotherhood's
most important members,

buys drugs?

No.

I'm saying that Belisario,

one of the Brotherhood's most
important members,

is not buying drugs, Pedro.

He's selling.