02x05 - Free of Sin

[bunniefuu]

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

Leave our village!
Blasphemer! Go to hell!

The only thing we know for sure

is that this is very important.

We're talking
about drug trafficking here.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

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

Nuno. Nuno, come here.

Nuno!

There's a m*rder*r on the loose.

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

We're going to end up
with a b*llet in the head.

Mom! Mom!

Tell me where you were
and who with

the night Joaquín was m*rder*d.

What reason do I have
for k*lling my brother?

Bustamante
was getting in your way.

I have five witnesses
who saw you

go to his house
and threaten him.

Give him some space
so he can breathe.

Call an ambulance.
Call an ambulance.

Today, I bury
the brother I loved.

The man who attacked Nuno
has to be here.

Do you know that man?

Is he really bad?

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

You either come willingly
or by force.

Pilar, it's okay.

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

Belisario,
one of the Brotherhood's

most important members,
buys drugs?

No. He's not buying drugs,
Pedro.

He sells drugs.

Come.

-Another dream?
-Yes.

Corina.

Corina, wake up.

Wait. There was a dog.

Its leg is broken
and it's in pain.

It's trapped.

Okay.
We'll talk to Reverend Mother.

No, no, no, no.

She doesn't like this.

I have a better idea.

Are you sure
about what Corina saw?

Corina said on the coastal path
towards the lighthouse,

so it has to be around here.

-I don't...
-Over there!

Hey! Nuno, careful!

-Careful. Careful.
-Let's go.

Careful. Don't touch.
It might bite.

Where is it?

It's here, it's here.
I'm just taking this off.

-It's here. Come.
-Where?

Hello. Hello!

Hello!

-Corina!
-Yes? What?

-Franca!
-Anabel!

-Here, here!
-We found it!

-What?
-Oh, yes.

Okay, be careful. Okay?
It's injured.

Where?

-Corina, it's your dog.
-This is the dog.

-Thank you, Joaquín.
-No, no.

I didn't do anything.
It was... it was Nuno.

Nuno! You're the best.
You saved it.

Nuno! Nuno! Nuno!

What is the meaning of this?

Where did that dog come from?

You won't believe
what happened, Mother.

Corina had a dream last night
about a dog that was trapped...

That's enough, child.

Let's not discuss
all that nonsense about visions.

Nuno, take the dog
to Sister Belinda.

I'm sure she can help
with that injury.

I've told you many times, girls.

Visions
are a Holy Spirit's gift,

and these are given
only to very special beings.

And if the Almighty
were inclined to choose Corina,

then He wouldn't send her
to find a little a little dog.

Those kinds of gifts
are for helping human souls.

And don't treat Nuno
like your child.

Soon, he will be handed over
to a family for adoption.

But that's crazy.
Nuno's almost a man.

He is. And at the same time,
he's not, Mother.

He's so innocent,
and then there's the sisters.

They've lost so much.
They've lost everything!

But they've gained God.

Please, Mother!

I know feeding another mouth
at the convent

can't exactly be easy right now.

But that's not the problem,
Joaquín.

I think, I thought, that...

It would make me very happy
to be able to collaborate...

a lot more.

Regularly and generously.

It would be my honor, and a joy,

to make sure Nuno
stays close to us.

Money isn't a solution,
but it helps, Mother.

You must really love
that boy, Joaquín.

Yeah.

That's great.
That's good to hear.

But I'd like to be the one
to share the good news.

Yes, sure, the news
is all yours, Mother!

So, where'd you come from?

THE ENVOYS

Stop staring at me.

What happened at the cemetery
this morning?

-What do you mean?
-Something happened.

We all handle grief
the best way we know.

Or as best we can.

I don't tell you
how to handle it.

Smells good!

It smells good, and tastes
better, you'll see!

Good for the sea, Captain?

Perfect.

Are you leaving now?

We're just skimming
the coastline, that's all.

Bernal...

It's important that we're all
at the meeting this afternoon.

I'll be there on time.

Here's that coffee
that you like.

Pond water for out of towners.

I'm not an "out of towner"
I'm your daughter.

-Try the tomato.
-Tomato?

In Canada, they don't have this.

It's from the garden.

What's that?

Alba, you've outdone yourself.

These are absolutely fantastic.

Sister, could you slow down
a little?

I still have a lot I want
to do in life, okay?

Your colleague told me
to step on it.

I don't want Pombo to start
questioning Pilar without us.

And then can we end
this fun episode

where we become
the detectives, "per favore"?

You've no idea how much
I'd love that, Sister.

We're here
only to verify a miracle.

Now suddenly we're...
investigating drug trafficking,

-for God's sake?
-Well, I don't know.

-I don't know.
-Well, I'm not interested.

Look, I can't force you to stay.

If you want to leave,

you'll probably be better off
in Rome.

Don't play the victim,
you've done that already.

Pedro, I feel the same as you.
I'm lost.

I don't know what's going on.

And that's why
I can't drop this.

I can't forget about it.

You're going
through the same thing I am.

Right?

Sister, pick me up later!

Sir, all visitors
have to sign in first.

It's fine, Canosa.

Sorry for the delay. Mayoress.

All right. Let's get to it.

Where were we?

-We were about to get serious.
-Let's do it.

I'm gonna give you
one last chance.

You have no idea
how grateful I am.

That's just what I need now,
an ultimatum.

Yesterday, I told you
that if I found a witness

who placed you
near the scene of the crime,

I'd have to come for you.

-Well, we have that witness.
-That witness.

You're repeating yourself, now.

Mayoress, please, don't
make this any more difficult.

Look, the doll can talk.

This is simple, Pilar.

I just want to know
where you were three days ago.

If you have nothing to hide,
then tell me,

and that'll be the end of it.

If you tell me where you were,
I'll check your alibi.

And if there's nothing weird,
then we'll just drop it.

But don't tell me you were home
asleep in your bed,

because at this point

not even this miracle-peddling
priest would believe you.

Tell me the truth.

I don't like wasting time,
you know that.

So why don't you tell me
who saw me

at the crime scene?
And we'll go from there.

That's not how this works.

If you don't mind, I'm gonna
call Monseigneur Cañola,

to clear up
this misunderstanding.

Why would you call
the Archbishop?

Well, she was with him.

The mayoress had to travel
to Santiago de Compostela

the night of the crime

to attend to matters that were
directly related

to Sister Corina's miracle.

She had to develop a media
communications strategy

on behalf of Monseigneur Cañola.

It's a very delicate matter,

and he wanted it handled
with proper care.

So why wouldn't she just
tell us this when we asked her?

She happens to be sitting
right next to you.

I suggest you direct
any questions to me.

Any other suggestions?

Well, since you asked,
how about an exfoliating cream?

That would be wonderful...
for that mountain of pus.

You just lost my vote for that.

-Pilar...
-Too bad.

Pilar. Pilar.

She didn't mention it
because, as her lawyer,

I told her not to share
any kind of information

without an official court order.

Now that we have you all here,
this is the perfect time for her

to make a statement
about her alibi.

Don't you think?

So unless you have
any further questions,

we have many things to discuss.

Unless you really want us
to call

the Monseigneur,
He'd be glad to...

No, no. I've already had
my fill of clergy.

We're done here, sergeant.

But, do you actually
believe that nonsense?

You're the one
who sold nonsense.

Please, accept our apologies.

I was with the Archbishop
in Compostela?

-A little white lie.
-Thank you.

Well, a half lie.
But Compostela... That was true.

-How do you know my son?
-Well, I met him one day.

Just by chance,
and we talked for a while.

He's quite a kid.

Such energy.

He seemed a little bit lost.

But...

he'll turn out all right.

He has a real good heart.

-Honestly, Pilar.
-Yeah.

You can come to me
for anything. Okay?

You just say the word,
all right?

Anything you need.

I appreciate that.

Father!

-Can we drop you anywhere?
-Yeah, well...

I'd appreciate that
because I have a meeting

with the employees who worked
for my brother.

We've got a plan.

Hello.

Hi.

And that's how things stand.

I wanted you to hear it from me

because word gets around
in this town.

But I want to be really clear
that I had no idea

about my brother's final wishes.

Her half-brother. Half-brother.

If you have something to say,
you can say it out loud.

We'd all be happy to hear it.

Joaquín was your half-brother.

-Yes.
-He was the son

of Saturnino Bustamante
and Raquel Frías.

-You can't say the same.
-No, I can't.

I'm the daughter
of Felicia Ríos,

which is a great honor.

Honor, you say. Honor?

Honestly, this is how
we'll lose everything.

How much garbage
do you have in those heads,

and how few sensible thoughts.

My father, my mother and I
had to leave here

because you made
our lives impossible.

And you know you did that.

Because my father's way
of looking at the world

didn't fit in
with how you see things.

And you kicked us out.

And my father always said
that you'd won.

He died with that grief.

But I have to ask myself,
did you really win?

What did you win?

-We're still here.
-Yes, you are.

You are. But Anselmo, your son

left this winter, didn't he?

And your daughter left
last year.

Carmiña, how long
since you've seen your kids?

A long time, right?

Suso, is it enough seeing them
once a year, at Christmas?

Five years ago,
I came back to this town

with a concrete plan
to make Porto da Lúa a home,

for me, and for everyone else
who feels the same way.

And that seems to be
a lot of you.

Because the majority
voted for me. They trust me.

And now you want
to shut down this business

and fill our town with a bunch
of people from the city.

I want to create better jobs.
That's just one idea.

-Do you have a better one?
-Of course I do.

Leave things just as they are.

Sure, and just watch
the town empty out,

and watch our kids leave home
because there's no work here

and no future,
because that's what's going on!

Those are lies.

You know you're promising them
things you can't deliver.

-It's impossible.
-No, it isn't impossible.

Keep up your delusions
of grandeur,

you'll end up
shutting the business,

which is the only thing
that keeps this village going.

Our village, not yours.
We'll be left with nothing.

But we already have nothing.

This business doesn't provide
enough for everyone.

Can't you see that?

All I see is a deserter
who's come here from the city

to tell us how we're supposed
to live,

and how to take care
of our families.

-No, that's what you do.
-No.

As if everything
we've done and everything

we've sacrificed so far
is worth nothing.

You were always too spoiled.
And a little bit of a wh*re.

-I'm sorry?
-Sure. Born in sin.

A degenerate for a father,
a mother who was indecent.

And then you had a son

and no one knows
who his father is.

One you raised so badly
that he turned out

to be a loser.

You see?

Arrogant, angry and greedy.

Is there any mortal sin that...

this company's majority
shareholder doesn't commit?

Do you really want to leave
your families' future

at the hands of this woman?

Sister, you haven't told me
in detail

about the vision you had
of Xiana.

We did talk about it.

Yeah, all right, well,
not the details, and...

it's important
for the investigation.

But if this isn't a good time,

then we can speak later,
too, hm?

All right, well...
What would you like to know?

Well, everything.

How was it? How did it start?

And... did Alba ask you to help?

I imagine that,
with your reputation and...

knowing her for so long,

then perhaps Alba asked you
to help her out...

-No.
-And you didn't want to...

let her down, I don't know.

No, no, no, Not at all, no.

You know about my gift, and...

-I've never tried to hide it.
-Right.

Even so, she never came to me.

Which, I must confess,
was a great relief, Father.

Would you tell me a little more
about how it works,

this special gift that you have?

All right, well...

I don't know, it's like...
It's like a dream.

But, to be honest,
I don't know how it works.

Anything you could tell me
really helps.

Well, the three of us
were resting

after finishing our prayers,
Nuno had already left

and then, suddenly, images
started to appear

in my head rapidly.

What images?

Images of a town, a young woman,
in a house.

Alba was crying.
And then, suddenly... a number.

That's it.

And then you contacted
the authorities?

No, no, no.
I discussed it with my sisters.

We thought about it
a lot that night.

We decided to talk to Alba

and, well, that's what we did.

How did she react?

She cried. She cried a lot.

With such torment it broke
my heart, I have to admit.

Once she calmed down,
she asked us not to say anything

until she'd had a chance
to talk to Bernal.

So, naturally, we agreed
to her request, of course.

Alba was devastated.

We waited for days
before we said a word.

Then, after about a week,

Alba said, as far as
she was concerned, it was fine.

That we could talk
to the authorities,

so they could begin
their search.

Yeah.

Well, I imagine you must
have been very pleased

-to find out you were right.
-Yeah, sure.

I guess
I should have been pleased.

Enough. "Andiamo a casa."

Sure.

What, are we going to get
involved in politics too?

Stop the car, please.
Look, look.

No. No, no!
He can call a tow truck.

Stop the car, please.

Stay here, okay?

Keep the car running,
just in case.

Hello. Do you need a hand?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

Are you sure? It'll take
no time with the two of us.

I actually wanted
to ask you a question,

but I won't bother you now.
I'm not in a hurry.

What question, father?

Well, I wanted to find a friend
of mine who does motocross.

Red helmet with a dragon.

You know who that is?

No idea.

You may have seen him around,
He's always delivering stuff.

On a motorcycle.

He hangs out in the bar
over by the jail.

You must have seen him.

I haven't, dude. No idea.

Look at that.

Before I was father,
now I'm dude.

You're distancing yourself.

-Are you messing with me?
-I thought we were friends.

Hey.

Hello!

-Is there a problem?
-No, no.

-No. No, no, no.
-All good.

The priest here offered to...

give us a hand here, but...

he's just leaving,
right, father?

I'm not in a hurry.

But now there's three of you,
I guess you can fix the wheel...

Thanks a lot.

On your way now, father.

Right, now I'm father again.

And a little bit of a jerk, too.

As I was just explaining
to Mr. Belisario...

I'm looking for a friend
who comes and goes,

delivering packages
on a blue motorcycle.

He says he doesn't know him,
but I think maybe you do.

Okay, enough!

Do you want me to hit you?

I think I understand. Calm down.

All right... It's all right.
I'm leaving.

If you see him, just...
tell him I'd like to see him.

All right, I'll leave you to it.

It's conclusive, Simón.

-It's real.
-It's...

It is real.
It's beautiful, it's...

I can see it,
I can even feel it, Simón.

Every time I talk
to sister Corina,

when I see how Franca
defends her sisters,

like a lioness.
When I see how Anabel

protects Nuno as if he were
a child, as though he were...

as if he were her child, almost.

What?

What? What's up?

-What is it?
-Nothing at all.

-You?
-No, nothing at all.

-Maybe something's up with you.
-What do you mean?

I don't know,
a wave of faith in humanity,

a rush of optimism.
But don't worry,

-it happens to everyone.
-It's true.

Simón, something
truly extraordinary

-is actually going on.
-What's extraordinary?

These are normal things
that go on in a normal town.

Good people being good,
bad people being bad.

That's it.

A nun who's been blind
for 50 years

suddenly sees a street,
a number, and a location,

of exactly where to find a girl
who'd been missing for 20 years.

What does that mean?

-Just that.
-I assume it means that...

you agree with
what I'm saying right now.

-No, Not at all.
-Not at all?

All right, so what is it then?

"Madonna", it means you two
should stop messing with me.

"Per favore, andiamo."

That poor lady.

Her Galician Disneyland
isn't working out too well.

I'm staying. I'll walk back.

Hey, Simón, listen.

Careful, okay?

-What do you mean?
-Well, nothing.

Alfonso.

-How's it going?
-What's up?

They're leaving already?

Yeah, as you can see.

She's saying her goodbyes
to the investors.

Well, we always have
the tradition.

And those sons of b*tches from
the Brotherhood are to blame.

Sorry, father.

No, don't worry.
It's okay to insult and...

let it all out.

I'll always prefer that
over a lie. Don't worry.

Look at her.

-My poor mom.
-What do you mean, poor mom?

You could really learn
something.

I'd love to have even
half the ba*ls your mom has.

Do you know why we came back
to Porto da Lúa?

To give payback
to the sons of b*tches

who kicked her dad
out of the village.

She's not even fighting
for herself.

-She's fighting for him.
-That's good.

I'd have loved
to have a parent to fight for.

What do you expect me to do?

It's her fight, father.
It's her problem.

-Yeah, yeah.
-There's nothing I can do.

If she's alone,
that's what she wants.

Sure, but how does this town
choose its mayor?

Same as everywhere,
with elections.

So, if she was elected,
it was for a reason.

She's not alone.

-Mayoress, how are you?
-Hello.

-Are the investors gone?
-Yes. All of them.

Except for one.
He wants to go hiking tomorrow.

Just what I need,
to get a sprained ankle

and devoured by insects.

You coming to the house?

I'm hanging out
with a few friends.

I could make something
delicious, for dinner.

Well...

Hey, come on.

You don't want to miss out
on that dinner. Mayoress.

Wait.

I mean...
Well, if you're cooking...

then I can't really miss
that major event.

-That's right, that's it.
-Right?

If you're really cooking
for once.

That's great!

Father, wait.

Hello.

I see you've made some friends
in the village.

Are you watching me?
I feel protected.

No. Please, father,
I'm not watching you.

You're not that important.

I know that.

-So, I wanted to ask you...
-About Nuno? I knew you'd ask.

He's doing great,
thank the Lord. Yes.

It seems that the attacker
was so weak

that he ran away
when he saw a little girl.

Well, I'm pleased
to hear that, father.

Nuno needs to recover,
so he can face justice.

Well, with the speed of Justice,
you could grow an oak by then.

You certainly
speak the truth, father.

The justice of man
is really slow, and corruptible.

Well, you could hardly
call it justice.

Don't you agree?

Yes, I do agree. I'm a lawyer.

Not sure if you knew.

You're really preaching
to the choir.

Well, as a priest, you are aware
that the Lord's justice

follows us... forever.

It always catches us.

Just as it will Nuno.

Well, with those happy thoughts,
I'm expected at the convent.

-Father, I'll drop you off.
-No, no, that's fine.

-Thank you.
-Father!

Get in.

Where do you live, father?

In the Vatican.

But, I'm from Madrid,
through and through.

Mm. So just like the mayoress,
you must think this town

is stuck in the Middle Ages.

No. Well, every era
has its charm, right?

Yeah, sure, that's very true,
but we live in this era,

not the Middle Ages.

I mean, I'm driving
a 4X4, not a carriage.

We're happy to accept all
of the benefits of modernity.

Congratulations.

The Brotherhood just doesn't
accept the bad parts.

If only we could
pick and choose.

We can always choose.

We choose what is good
and control the bad.

We don't bother anyone.
As long as they don't bother us.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Earlier, you asked Belisario
about a motorcycle.

What do you know, father?

That's right,
the kid with the bike.

I haven't seen him for a while,
so I was asking around.

What do you know, father?

Nothing.

Come on, father.
I don't believe you.

I swear to you...
I don't know anything.

Do you need
to take a leak, or what?

What do you mean by that?

This reminds me
of "The Godfather."

Now I don't want to spoil
the film for you, but...

there's a part where they stop
on the side of the road,

supposedly to take a leak,

and they end up k*lling Paulie.

That's right. "The Godfather"
was a great movie.

And you're right,

if we k*lled you,
no one would know.

What do you want?

The motorcycle.
What do you know, father?

The other night, I saw a guy

who was hassling Alfonso,
the son of the mayoress.

That kid's really had
a problem with drugs

and he's trying to get clean.

So I just... Well, I wanted
to ask Belisario...

to leave him alone.

Why Belisario?

What are your friends up to?

Guess they have to take a leak.
Why Belisario?

Please, no.
Because he gave him some stuff.

What stuff?

I don't know. I don't know.

Honestly, just forget it. Okay?

I don't want to get the Vatican
involved in all this,

so I'll pack my bags tomorrow

and leave
and you can keep your town,

with your boats,
and suitcases, and motorcycles,

-all of it, honestly.
-What boats?

-What?
-You just said,

-"with your boats".
-No.

You just said,
"with your boats".

No, no. didn't mean
anything at all by that.

They're all over the place
around here.

-Get out, father.
-Please.

-Drop me off at the convent.
-Get out!

No, no, no. No, please!

No, no, no. Please!

Get on your knees!

No, I'm not getting on my knees,
much less for you!

I told you.
Did I or did I not tell you?

The problem is
no one listens to me!

All right, Emilia. They were
just trying to scare me off.

That's all? Really?

"That's all," he says.
"Andiamo via, per favore"!

There's no need
to go running off.

No, sister Emilia is right.

You're getting caught up
in police business.

That's not why
we're here, Simón.

Pedro, shouldn't you
be asleep by now?

You need to rest.

How do you expect me to sleep
when you were almost kidnapped?

Well, they're a bunch of punks.
In the way they...

Come on,
they're drug "trafficanti".

"Andiamo via, per favore".

All right. I consider myself
warned off.

Tomorrow, we pack our bags
and leave.

No, I'm staying.
I'm staying here.

What? What are you saying?

I need to stay and investigate
what happened.

What?

You know that's why
we came, right?

I can't stop thinking
about the conversation

-I had with Corina.
-No. He's not listening.

It was really strange.
Something doesn't add up.

You are crazy, both of you!

If he feels something, then...

Emilia!

I don't know, man.

What the hell?

I can't believe it.

Looks like Celta lost again.

I wonder how Alfonso took it.

That poor kid.

He reminds me of me...

and my sister.

Humiliating himself all day.

That's what drugs do to you.

Turn you into someone
who spends all day begging.

Embarrassing. The only future
that you can see...

is your next high.

There are some brave people
in this town, honestly.

I know what it is! I know
what doesn't add up. It's...

Good Lord, I can't believe
I didn't see it before!

God, you scared me.

I know!
Look, I know what's wrong.

-What?
-Corina told me when she spoke

to Alba... Stop shining
that light in my eyes!

Corina told me
that when she spoke to Alba...

-What happened?
-Can you both stop

interrupting? Please.

Corina told me
that when she spoke to Alba...

-Yes.
-Alba asked her

not to say anything
until she'd had a chance

to speak to Bernal, her husband.

So what?

She only talked to Bernal
a week later.

Some people
need more time, Pedro!

No. No, not in situations
like this. It's different.

She said she was devastated.

Corina told me
that she was devastated

when she heard the news,
that she cried.

She said that she cried
in such a way

-that it broke her heart.
-And?

Well, let's recap.
Think of when we saw Alba.

She wasn't alone,
she was with her husband,

and her daughter who'd been
missing for 20 years.

The three of them
were reunited once again.

Does she seem
like a happy woman to you?

Does she seem like a woman
who's fulfilled,

now that she's
got her family back?

Or...

Does she seem like a woman
whose heart

is still shattered though?

Nuno!

-Nuno!
-Hey.

-Nuno. Nuno.
-How are you?

-Good. I'm good.
-You're home!

-Nuno.
-I'll be okay.

Nuno, we're so glad you're back.

Come on in. Come on in. Come in.

Thank God you're all right.

Let's go. Let's go.

Nuno.

-This is good.
-I'm glad.

The truth is, the hospital
treated me really well.

Everyone was awesome.

I brought you some cupcakes.
Did you get them?

-No.
-Lovely people, huh?

-A bunch of cupcake thieves.
-It's alright.

I'm sure someone enjoyed them.

But you could make me some more,
if you like.

The doctor said I can eat
whatever I want.

-That's wonderful.
-Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

You look so well, Nuno.
Good to see you back home.

Father Salinas
is staying with us

just for a few days.

It was father Salinas
who found you after the attack.

Yes, but Sister Corina
is the one who felt

-we should look.
-Thank you.

Thank you both very much.

-Coffee, father?
-I'm fine. Thank you.

Sister Corina, may I borrow you
for just a moment?

-To talk?
-Yes, of course, sure.

It's rude to have
secret conversations.

Look how jealous she gets,
father.

Girls, please. Come on.

We're nothing more
than really good friends.

Hey, hey!

You must be pleased
to have Nuno back home, right?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Sister I wanted to speak to you
because...

I couldn't sleep at all
last night,

after what you told me
about Alba.

Well, everyone
already knows all that.

I didn't reveal any secrets.
Right?

Yes, of course.
Well, it's just that...

I just couldn't stop wondering,
and trying to understand

why she took so long
to talk to Bernal.

Was there anything...
happening during that time?

-What was Alba doing?
-I don't know.

I guess thinking things over.

Yes, but, thinking about what?

How would I know?
I'm not a mind reader, father.

Right.

Look...

I'd like to make use
of your abilities

to show you something.

Well, considering I'm blind,

that could prove
to be difficult.

No, of course.

I don't even know where
to begin, sister.

I'm talking about...

In the past, I've also had...

those sensations.

Those images.
Just like you, I have them too.

I've never understood them,
but...

I have learned
to listen to them,

to accept they are important.

The last time I had
one of those feelings was

the night that Bustamante
was k*lled.

And, as I've apparently
reached the stage

where I'm taking
desperate measures,

I wanted to try something
with you.

May I?

Sure.

What's wrong?

What do you feel?

-No.
-What do you see?

-No, no, no.
-Tell me what you see!

-What's wrong? What do you see?
-No, no, no, no.

Let go of me, please, let go.
Let go, Let go of me! Let go!

-There he is.
-I'll go with you.

No. I think it's best
if I go alone. Wait for me.

Alba, good morning.

Good morning.

Thanks for seeing me.

We could have met in the office.

To be honest, I'm a little busy.

Forgive me.

I Just wanted to give you
a little privacy, that's all.

What is it?

Look, I'm not here
for my own interests, okay?

I'm here on an official mission
from the Roman Catholic Church

and the Holy Father, who's...

God's envoy here on Earth.

He is more like an executioner
sometimes.

Well...

Yes, I guess so, sometimes.

But still his envoy, Alba.

And I have a job to do.
And that job is...

finding out the truth
about what Sister Corina saw.

But truths don't always come
on their own, Alba.

They come in bunches,
in little handfuls,

and I need
to understand everything.

I need to understand
the relationships,

the dynamics between
the different people,

to figure out whether
it really was a vision,

a real vision, or if it was...

triggered somehow by...
a suggestion.

-You get what I'm saying?
-No.

Well, pretend you do,
or we'll be here all day.

Anyway, that's not important.

What's important
is that sister Corina told me

that when she had her vision,
you asked her not to say

anything to Bernal until you had
the time to think it over.

As you'd expect.

For a whole week?

And was that a week to think
about it, a week to...

discuss it with your husband?

To discuss it with the father
of the girl... who disappeared?

It's weird, you know?

There nothing at all
that's weird about it, okay?

Yes, I know. I know that, Alba.

And, believe me, I understand.
I understand...

I understand the uncertainty.

I understand the desire
for it to be true.

The fear that it might be true.

But, honestly, the only thing
I don't understand is...

Why don't tell it
to your husband?

That's why priests should marry.

You'd understand things
a whole lot better.

Why don't you explain it?

Explain it to me, then.

I have to get to work, father.

And?

Nothing.

We all have
our struggles, father.

Maybe she didn't believe
the story about the girl.

No, she believed it.

Maybe she thought
she wasn't her daughter.

She did believe it. She trusted
Corina from the beginning.

Hold on. What if Bernal
isn't the father?

I mean, where I'm from,
it happens all the time.

They both had their DNA tested.

What if...

What if we leave now?

No, sister.

No, please! Please.
I didn't do anything.

-You didn't do anything?
-I swear I didn't do...

You're a drug dealer
and you didn't do anything?

No! No! No, please! Please!

Who do you work for, c**t?

You'd better tell us
who you work for.

The Bulgarian.

-The Bulgarian?
-Yes. He deals in Compostela.

I only buy off him
every now and then.

I swear to you! I swear to...

Don't lie. And don't swear.

And what do you have to say
in your defense, Judas?

Please, Brother Sebastian...

don't hurt me.

I swear I'll make it right.

Don't swear, sinner.
What were you thinking?

Huh? How could
you find yourself working

with that devil's poison?

Money.

I just wanted money.

I have committed...
the sin of greed.

Just don't hurt me, I beg you.

I beg you,
in the name of the Lord.

Don't even think of invoking
the Lord, you pig.

You used the Brotherhood
to enrich yourself.

You've put us all in danger.

You've broken every single one
of our vows.

Our sacred oaths!

Brother...
I'm sorry, Brother Sebastian.

No, please, don't k*ll me!

¡No!

Stop it. Your false contrition
is offensive to God.

I don't want to hear it.

You will go back to Compostela
to tell your boss

that Porto da Lúa
is off limits forever.

For him, for you, or anyone else
who tries to come here

to poison the blood
of our people.

No, please! No!

No, please. Please, no.

No, please. No, please!

Please! No!

Let me go. Let go of me!

Just let me go, please!

Let go of me!

We can no longer offer you
any help, Belisario.

Notice that I no longer call you
brother Belisario.

You've lost your title...
your right.

You've sullied us,
and you'll pay.

In the Old Testament,
stoning was reserved

as punishment
for the unfaithful.

What you have done is a form
of adultery, the worst of all.

-Brothers.
-Yes.

But you weren't even trying
to satisfy

the demons of the flesh, no.

You only satisfied
your own greed.

Have mercy!

Mercy!

No.

Brothers!

Mercy!

No!

No!

No!

Hello.

I need to talk to you, Xiana.

Yeah, sure.

Are you alright?

Secrets don't last five minutes
in this town.

Any longer and they rot you
from the inside out.

I'm going to tell you a secret
I've kept for 20 years.

So imagine how rotten I am.

-You're scaring me right now.
-No.

There's no reason to be afraid.

You might get angry
and hurl insults, but...

no reason to be afraid.

It to do
with who your real father is.

I don't understand.

Bernal isn't your father.

There.