02x07 - Hestia

[bunniefuu]

Alright, come on,
just a little hit.

-Hey...
-Alfonso.

The thing that upsets me
most is that I hurt my mom.

When you know
how much it hurts her,

and you still get high.

Getting high is the thing
you care most about.

Say it.

Getting high
is more important than my mom.

Our Brother, Belisario,

we haven't heard from him
since yesterday.

We're not used to having
this kind of thing happen.

And when our people
come under attack,

we defend ourselves.

And they threaten me, a priest,

in broad daylight.

And they're obsessed
with biblical punishments.

Simón, they punished Bustamante.

It's basic policing,
you have no motive.

Bernal isn't your father.

If not Bernal, who?

Don't ask any more questions.

When Xiana was born,

part of me believed
that Joaquín would react.

That he'd bet on me
and on his daughter.

But no.

That would have been the end
of his life in the Brotherhood.

And the Brotherhood
really was sacred to him.

Bustamante didn't have it in
him to take the girl himself.

Hestia...

Hestia.

Hestia.

Corina?

-Hestia.
-Corina.

Hestia, Hestia, Hestia...

Hestia.

-Calm down, Corina.
-Hestia...

-It's okay.
-Hestia, Hestia...

I'm here now.

It's happened again, hasn't it?

No.

This time, it was worse.

Child, I know you mean well.

But do you really think...?

I trained myself to stop
hearing the voices, Mother.

I did as you asked.

But this time, the vision
was something awful.

Someone's life is in danger.

We are a just a tiny
creation of the Lord's.

We don't have the tools
to understand

the things that are
higher than us.

And if it isn't the Lord,

then who is behind your visions?

Is that something you've
considered?

What if it's the evil one?

What if it's the devil
trying to trick you.

How can you be so sure?

Because Corina is never wrong.

Damn Corina.

Joaquín, please,
you have to believe me.

People's lives are in danger.

I don't know, Anabel.

The boats don't leave
port because of a dream.

Anyway, my father
and I are going to...

Nuno, be careful.

How is he? Has he taken
the antibiotics?

He's absolutely fine.
I'll take care of him.

Hestia.

Does the name Hestia
mean anything to you?

Yes, one of the boats
in our fleet has that name.

And how would
a blind nun know that?

No, the structure isn't right.

-Hello.
-Joaquín.

-How lovely that you're here.
-Yes.

Look, I have something
important to tell you,

but you have to listen to me.

Yes, yes, of course.
Come into my office.

Boss, can we come in?

Look who's here.

Joaquín, play with me.

I didn't know you
had your daughter with you.

My daughter? She's your sister.

Yeah, look, Dad,
we really need to talk.

Yes, of course, let me just
order a couple of coffees.

Yes, please go to Isabela's

and get us two coffees
and the best cake she has.

Thank you.

So, how are you?
How is everything?

Great. You?

I'm good, but I'd be better
if I saw you more often.

Sure, but I'm not the one
who has a new family.

Joaquín, look what I've got,
want to play?

So, what did you
want to talk about?

-Me?
-Yes.

What was the important
thing you had to tell me?

No, no, nothing. It can wait.

Don't go. At least,
have coffee with your father.

This business gives me nothing
but headaches. Come on.

Brighten up my day.

No, Father, I have to go.

You do your thing.

I didn't mean to bother you.

THE ENVOYS

XIANA
HELLO, DAD

No!

No!

What are you doing?

-Bernal, please!
-Get out of here!

No way!

-Get out of here, dammit!
-No, Dad!

I'm not your father.

No, you're much more than that.

My father abandoned me.

You didn't.

You didn't.

Darling.

Here, drink some water.

-No.
-Yes. You have to drink water.

You need to clean
your blood. Come on.

No, thanks.

Yes. You need
to pee out the toxins.

Come on, don't make me
get angry, love.

Drink up.

Dammit, Mom.

Do I look that bad?

No, you look tired.

You need to sleep.

Mom, remember our deal?

No more lies.

You look a wreck, son.

You look a total mess.

Okay, no lies,
but you could hold back a bit,

you're going to finish me.

And seeing
how we're on this truth gig...

How many times
have you thought that...

that night with whoever
my father was,

that you should have
asked him to wear a condom,

because you got
a handful of problems.

What a handful.

What are you talking about?

Is that what you think?

You're the best thing
that happened in my life.

The best.

You're the best.

-No, answer, answer.
-No.

No, really, answer.

Go ahead, Pumbo.

What?

So, what was it? An accident?

Bernal?

No, I can't come now.

Pumbo, I can't come now.

Mateo, listen up,

because I'm only going
to say this once, okay?

I can't come now
and as far as I'm concerned

the whole damn village
can go up in flames.

Got that? Clear enough for you?

Thanks for understanding.

Okay.

We'll speak tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

What are you doing?

I don't know what happened,
but let's go.

No, no, no, you need to rest.
I need...

Listen,
there's nothing to discuss.

Let's go.

You go get started,
I'll deal with them.

Where is he?

They already took him in.

He was with his daughter,
or his step daughter.

Right, what do I know?

Like the rest of us.

Keep calm, got it?

There's nothing to see
here, gentlemen.

We'll let you know

when the situation's
under control.

If she has a right
be here, so do we.

She's the mayoress.

And we're the owners.

And I'm an owner,
and the mayoress. Two for one.

We can see how
well business goes

when it's expert hands
like yours.

You're such a jerk.

You don't look too good, kid,

and you couldn't take a slap
so don't go asking for one.

You asked for one.
Congratulations.

And I'll smack the other
side any time you like,

because I'm really in the mood.

Let's settle down, okay?

Shall we cool things down?

Yeah, before everything
goes up in flames.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

I don't think anything. I am.

I'm the mayoress of Porto da Lúa

and the owner of this business.

You're a spoiled b*tch.

Don't push me!

Okay, enough.

You're the worst thing
that happened to Porto da Lúa

in its entire history.

You're kidding.

Bearing in mind
that the Inquisition,

the plague and the garrote
passed through here,

you're putting me on a pedestal
that I'm not sure I deserve.

People may have voted you in
as the mayoress,

but you will never
own this business.

I own a 51% share.

And the Brotherhood has 49%.

Well, I have the bigger share.

But I'm the President
of the Board,

and Gaitán is the Director.

Owning shares
doesn't put you in charge.

It doesn't? So what does then?

Making the right decisions
over time.

Knowing the business.

You haven't got a clue

and you will put
everyone on the street.

You're right about that.

Starting now.

You and you and your entourage,
on the street!

What gives you the right...

My shares
give me the right, eunuch.

-Got that?
-You can't do that.

Of course I can. Watch me.

Let's go, love. Scram.

Are you sure you're doing
the right thing?

Never.

So what do we do now?

Call a lawyer. Quick.

Why the hell
did I study semiotics?

Alfonso.

-Are you okay?
-Yes, yes, Father.

You could say I'm doing better
than anyone else around here.

Listen, you're a lawyer
as well as a priest, right?

Yes. Yes.

Why? Did something happen?

I don't want to miss out

on seeing your face
when I tell you.

Can we meet?

Does it have to be right now?

Because I need
to get some sleep.

Relax. Okay, I'm on my way.

Pedro.

-What's wrong?
-Dammit, Pedro, please!

What are you doing?

I was stretching. That's all.

You look like a crucifix,
God dammit.

Don't take the name
of the Lord in vain.

This chapel
is deconsecrated, okay?

God is everywhere.

Look, don't mess with me.

Don't mess with me,
you nearly scared me to death.

Calm down, Simonete, please.

Damn, what were you doing?

I was thinking.

You've picked up a bad habit,
I mean it, Pedro.

Know what I was thinking?

No. I give up.

What's the strangest thing

that's happened
since we got here?

The fact they crucified
someone head down?

No.

No? You don't think
that's strange?

No, I mean, there are people

who chop people up
and eat them with wine.

It'd be worse if they
ate them with Coca-Cola.

What?

It'd be worse if they
ate them with Coca-Cola.

Have you ever tried that?

I don't think
it would pair well.

If it doesn't pair well, it's
not because of the Coca-Cola.

Okay...

I give up, Pedro.

Go on.

Let's have it.

What do you think is so strange?

Three girls go blind
on the same night.

And they're not medically
blind, I mean,

it's not a physical blindness,
it's a traumatic blindness,

also known as hysterical
blindness.

My question is, what happened?

What did they see?

I still think the crucifixion
is way stranger.

Come on, Simón. Focus, please!

You've spent
the last three hours thinking.

I just woke up.

Let me take a breath, dammit.

Three girls go blind, yes?

-Yes, okay.
-And they're taken to a convent

days after a boy
is abandoned there,

and no one knows who left him.

-Okay.
-Mysteriously, days later,

a young man
by the name of Bustamante

starts visiting the convent,

starts to take
an interest in the boy,

bonds with him and, apparently,
nearly adopts him, hm?

How do you know that?

-Know what?
-That he nearly adopted him.

Because the sisters told me.

Because I talk to the sisters
the whole time, Simon,

because I'm doing my job.

Because I'm carrying out
an investigation

while you're playing
at being a narcotics agent

or the mayoress'
personal assistant?

And, each to their own,
no judgment,

but the point is, Bustamante

nearly adopted Nuno.

Plus, years later, Bustamante
has a daughter "in sin."

The girl mysteriously
disappears.

And when the girl
comes back on the scene,

Bustamante shows up
crucified, head down.

What do you reckon?

Why did you go "in sin"
like that?

Like in air quotes, "in sin."

-What does it matter?
-Why did you do air quotes?

-It doesn't matter.
-It's definitely a sin!

I don't care.
That's not the point.

The point is that Bustamante
is at the heart of everything.

Bustamante knows everything.

Knew, Pedro. Knew. Knew.

For the love of God,
they finished him off,

they k*lled him
and now he's... well...

And they k*lled him
in a really strange way

even though you seem to think
it's just ordinary.

But you agree with me, right,

that Bustamante is the key?

Yes.

But he's in Heaven.

And I don't know which
locksmith I could call, Pedro.

Right.

So, I'll...

If there's anything...

Okay.

Did they get your
fingerprints inked?

I'll take care of this. Come on.

-I'm with him.
-Sure.

We don't have a digital
thingy for prints yet.

Dammit, Bernal.

How could you lose
your head like that?

If your daughter
hadn't stopped you,

you'd have set
half the village alight.

What happened?

You know she's not my daughter.

If only my daughter
looked out for me

the way she looks out for you.

Let's go.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. It's my mom.

What happened?

Well, it's my mom.

Come.

Father.

Mom...

Would you like a coffee?

-No.
-Two.

Xiana.

How's Bernal?

Where is he?

Mateo...

Mateo, how's Bernal?

How do you think?

-Is he hurt?
-No, he's not hurt.

I need to talk to him.

No.

No, not now. It's not possible.

Mateo, please.
You have to let me talk to him.

-No...
-Mateo.

Mateo, I'm begging you, please.

Mateo, let me talk to him.
Mateo!

You think you have
the right to yell at me?

I don't have the right
to do anything.

But he has a right to hear
what I have to say.

Even if it's just to spit
in my face.

He's earned that,
don't you think?

Let's go.

-Bernal, please.
-Let's go!

-I'm taking a risk here.
-Give her a chance.

My love.

Bernal, my love.

I'm the village villain,
and I don't care.

But...

it would k*ll me if I was yours.

I'll be right outside.

I needed to talk to you,
but I don't know what to say.

I'm not sure whether what
I feel most

is shame, pain or anger,
or all but...

But I thought
I was losing my mind.

Forgive me.

Why would you ask
for my forgiveness?

I should be asking for yours.

Even though I know
there's no forgiveness.

No one can have enough love
to forgive all this.

At least Xiana is...

a child born from love.

That doesn't matter now.

That's in the distant past.

It matters to me.

And I imagine
it matters to Xiana too.

A silly love.

-A young girl's love.
-But real. You could see it.

You knew?

About your affair
with Bustamante?

Of course. I always knew.

I'm not stupid.

I knew right from the start.

I could tell just
from looking at you.

But I decided to keep quiet.

I kept quiet
when you'd get back late.

I kept quiet when you looked
at him in that way,

even though the pain
was k*lling me.

I kept quiet and I prayed...

that it would end one day.

But it was understandable.

He was good-looking, I wasn't.

He was the boss, I wasn't. He...

He had it all, and I...

-Please don't say that.
-But it's true.

I made do with the few moments

we'd have together as a couple.

I dreamed that one day
you'd feel the same way I did.

When you got pregnant...

I thought...

I thought it was mine.

Because I'm not dumb,
but I am a little dumb.

And I realized you weren't
seeing him anymore,

that it had finished.

I thought that now, yes...

Now, we could be happy forever.

That our fairytale
was starting...

That's what I thought.

My God, how could
anyone be so dumb?

Okay...

Lucky you don't charge
by the hour.

Better than that.

I don't charge at all.

Seriously, Father,
I speak for us

both when I say, thank you.

No, you're welcome.

Learn from the kid.

You're an angel, son.

And so are you, Father.

Right, what conclusions
have we reached?

The biggest and most
overreaching conclusion...

Thank God I never worked
in business.

And beyond that,
the other conclusions

are pretty ambiguous
and confusing,

to be honest.

I don't own the business?

You're the majority shareholder.

So that means I'm the owner.

Well...

You're the majority shareholder

and you own more than the others

but you're not the owner.

Can I get rid of Sebastián?

You... you can get rid
of Sebastián.

But you can't get him
out of the Brotherhood.

And the Brotherhood owns 49%.

And the same applies to Gaitán?

No.

Could you please talk
to me like I'm an adult?

Gaitán's position is different.

Goodbye... Goodbye Gaitán?

No. You just can't fire Gaitán.

Why?

Because he's
the union representative.

He's the Director
of the company board.

And you can't kick him out
while he holds that position.

Not for the next two years.

That can't be right.
That can't be right.

I have one investor left. One.

I have one investor left,

may God preserve
his health and wealth.

And as much love as he likes.

Because between the crucifixion,

the blood baths and all the rest

have taken the Santiago trail
straight to the civilized Europe

that everyone says is out there.

And these b*stards all they do
is put spanners in the works.

And I want to destroy them

and you're telling me
to forgive them.

-How do I do that?
-No, no.

As a man, I say,
let's destroy them.

But as a priest, I have
to tell you, let's forgive them.

-Right.
-And as a lawyer,

I'm saying,
let's work something out.

Xiana.

Excuse me.

What are you listening to?

I'd like to know
what music you listen to

at a time like this.

Jesus.

Music.

Xiana...

Xiana, look at me.

Maybe not.

Best you don't look at me.

I won't be able to tell you this

when I'm looking you
in the eyes.

You must have noticed

that I haven't shown you

what you might call
"maternal instinct."

You know what
the problem is, Xiana?

The problem is that I'm dead.

That... that the day
they took you, I died.

Inside.

I'm just a shell.

I really want to love you
like a mother but...

But I'm incapable of it.

A mother...

A mother wouldn't do what I did.

No, correction.

A human being
wouldn't do what I did.

No, another correction

because no animal
would do it either.

So...

a whole life
wouldn't be long enough

to ask for forgiveness.

I decided to die that day.

I've lived all these years

without knowing where I'm from.

Without knowing
who my parents are.

Without knowing anything.

I've lived all these years
knowing everything.

It hasn't been easy
for any of us.

But it's not your fault.

It's my fault.

Pedro!

Very good. So we agree?

Yes. Of course.

Monsignor Cañola.

-I'll see you.
-Perfect.

-Good morning.
-Hello, good morning.

What was it?

-Pedro Salinas.
-That's it.

Simón Antequera's colleague,
Porto da Lúa?

Yes, yes, sorry, sorry.

It's just,
I have a lot on my mind.

-I can imagine.
-Is Simón here with you?

Uh, no.

No, actually he doesn't know
I'm here.

And why is that?

If he knew, he'd try to stop me.

Or worse, he'd try to come.

I don't think this
is a good time.

No, it is.

It is.

Actually, I'll let
you choose the venue.

It could be at your office,
the cathedral.

We could go for a walk.

A confessional would be ideal.

Good morning, Sisters.

Praise the Lord.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Seems like you had a good night.

Excuse me?

Although we don't know
in whose company.

Right.

Truth is, I didn't have
a very good night.

I'm glad.

For the benefit of your soul.

Well, I had a great time.

It's been a while since
we had a nighttime chatter.

Anabel, do you remember

how we used to chat until
the late hours?

Yes.

Although we didn't hear
cars coming and going.

Well, in this instance,
the mayoress called me.

She had a problem,
so of course...

The kind of problem that
stops you from sleeping.

I've heard she's very pretty.

People say all kinds
of nonsense.

Have you seen her?

Excuse me, Sisters.

Or maybe I should say "mothers"

because of how
you're treating me.

What a treasure.

Stop annoying him, Franca.

Mayoress,
you exploitative crook!

Mayoress,
you exploitative crook!

Come out, you crook!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Accomplices, out!

Sons of...

Alfonso! What happened?

Well, they invited us here
for a friendly chat

and then the jerks
started with all this.

What tone did you use?

This is what happens when you
try to talk to these animals.

They can smell weakness!

Do you want me to talk to them?

No, I don't need a lawyer
to talk to them.

I need Doctor Dolittle.

By the way, as my lawyer,
you're fired.

But as a friend, please stay

because we need friends.

-Pilar, just a second.
-What is it?

I've seen this happen
in other places.

Sometimes, foreign capital
is rejected.

Dynamic forces oppose change.

But these aren't dynamic forces.

The thing is, they're half dead,
they just don't know it yet.

They're incapable
of doing anything.

All they do is shout.

Watch out! Dammit!

Call the police!

Close it! Close it!

Mayoress,
you exploitative crook!

Out! Out!

Please, quieten down.

Can we please talk?

Mayoress,
you exploitative crook!

They're not letting up.

I'm going to rip
these losers' ba*ls off.

With a spoon. A teaspoon.

Sister Emilia
has a brilliant idea.

Thank you, Sister.

Any ideas are welcome.

Go ahead.

Tell her. Tell her, tell her.

Go on.

Right...

So, the only way
to fire Sebastián

and his delegate is by proving
they've committed a crime.

Sure, but if I knew
they'd committed a crime,

I would report them
to the police.

I wouldn't use it to my benefit.

That's what I said, Sister.

But I was talking
from an ethical standpoint.

Right, but...

Gunthram... Excuse me.

So...

you know very well how
fond Simón is of you, right?

You're like a father to him.

More like a big brother.

Well, in that case,

the feeling is mutual, right?

What did you want to talk about?

About our fondness
for each other?

No.

Well, yes, maybe.

Because I don't understand how,
if you love each other so much,

you sent us into the lion's
den like that, right?

You told us about the miracle,

but you didn't tell us

that Porto da Lúa
is a b*mb about to go off.

And people are lining up
to light the fuse, right?

I was told you
were the best in your field.

Our field is verifying miracles

not investigating
police matters.

Well, they go hand in hand.

Yes, sometimes.

But when a man shows up
crucified, head down,

that changes things
a little, doesn't it?

And you know,

we've discovered a few things,
but we're pretty lost on others.

I already told Simón
everything I could tell him.

That's a lie.

-Are you accusing me of lying?
-No.

I'm saying that you told us

everything that you thought
you could tell us.

But it isn't true
that you've told us everything.

You knew Bustamante really well.

A highly educated,
very warm man.

And yet, he was very worried
about us being here.

And what does that
have to do with me?

Because he kept asking
why you sent us.

He kept asking us
what you'd said about him.

He was very worried about you.

Why?

Well, because you know.

Because you knew.

You were his confessor, right?

And Joaquín took the truth
to the grave with him.

He took the key.

But he left us his locksmith.

I'm going to ask you a question,
and then I'll leave you alone.

What happened the night
the Olivares sisters went blind?

-I don't know.
-That's not true...

Monsignor.

It's the second time
you've said that.

There won't be third.

You know very well

that the Brotherhood abducted
Alba and Bustamante's daughter

and gave her up for adoption
because she was born in sin.

Don't you?

The seal of confession

is a divine right.

It can't be broken even when
once the penitent has died.

What happened the night

the Olivares sisters went blind?

If I were to break it
then I would be excommunicated.

I don't care.

You sent us to Porto da Lúa.

You sent us there on a mission

and we asked certain questions
in order to fulfil your mission.

Those questions are dangerous.

Those questions
made someone nervous.

What would happen
if Joaquín cracked

because of the pressure
he was under?

What would happen if Joaquín
cracked because of his guilt?

Our arrival and his m*rder
happened at the same time,

and that's not a coincidence,
Monsignor.

I'm to blame for his death.

No, you're not to blame.

Maybe you are the cause.

The responsible
is still out there.

They crucified him, Monsignor.

Head down.

You didn't see it. But I did.

And the Church
is very clear about that.

The Church
emphatically condemned

the crimes
of the Holy Inquisition.

And if there are still lunatics
out there

who believe they have a right
to take justice

into their own hands,
it's our responsibility...

Fine. Enough.

Enough.

Enough.

I'll bring what's need
in order to confess if...

No, I don't want
to take confession.

No, not now.

I don't want
the confessional secret

to prevent you from using
what I'm about to tell you.

Sister.

What happened?

What would you give
to find out who attacked Nuno?

What wouldn't I give?

I warn you that we might have
to commit a sin, Sister.

Such as?

Well...

blaspheme,

perjure, speak the name
of our Lord in vain.

I thought it
would be something more fun.

-Andiamo.
-Let's go.

Good day.

Good day, Father.

Do you have time to help?

You're in luck.

The hordes
that usually overwhelm us

have, luckily, subsided
for the moment.

Yeah. So, I'm in luck then.

Listen, would you happen
to have an archive

of local newspaper articles
from the last few decades?

How local should
these newspapers be?

And which decade
are we talking about?

It's 1968.

An unusual event.

A boy was abandoned
at a convent in Porto da Lúa.

Is a car accident between Vigo
and Compostela any use to you?

That depends on whether
there were any survivors.

Let's see, here it says... Yes.

Two dead and two injured.

With the police and emergency
services involved,

it would be strange
that a child went missing.

What's logical, is logical.



That's for sure.

A missing family?

Go on.

A few lines on.

A family of three

from the Trans-os-Montes
region...

That's in Portugal,
near the border.

A young couple and their son.

Campers.

Sister, they've arrived.

Jeez, what a pain.

Come on, sweetie.

Go in, I'll be right there.

I'm sorry, Sister,
but I already told you, no.

Roque, listen to me.

Do you remember
the winter of 1987

when you were about to die
from a bronchial infection?

Yes. Well, I was very young.

Your mother, Camila,

came to me for help.

I spent four days on my knees

praying that your life
would be spared.

And your life was spared,
wasn't it?

Sister, don't ask me to...

Now, I'm asking you to help me.

For my son.

Nuno.

It's impossible, Sister.

You know more than most
who we're talking about here.

Back then,

the power of my prayers
saved your life.

Don't force me
to use my prayers against you.

Why would you use
your prayers against me?

You're saying Sabela doesn't
remember, but is a lie.

Lying is a sin
and sins must be punished.

I'm sorry, Sister,

but I'd rather be punished in
the other life, not this one.

In that case, I'm sorry.

You leave me no other option.

I'm sorry, in memory of Camila.

Your mother.

God, Lord of light, punish this
man, your son, for his evil,

purge him for
his iniquities, send fire...

What's she saying?

Direct your wrath
against this sinner,

and grind salt into this
wounds. Send fire!

Purge him for his iniquities...

Send fire!

-What's she saying?
-Send fire.

What fire does she mean?

Spill the blood
of his family of sinners.

Send fire.

-Sister, please.
-Not his family, Sister.

My family's
not involved in this.

-Sister, please.
-Send fire!

-Send fire.
-Sister, please, Sister.

Send fire...

Send fire...

Franca.

Sister. Sister.

Can we get you some water?

No, no...

Sabela,
you're a very clever girl.

You know why we're here, right?

Did you say something?

Yes.

You're a lovely girl.

Do you remember
what happened to Nuno?

Don't forget, I can't see
you, I can only hear you.

Yes.

Do you remember

who was mean to him?

Yes.

Will you tell us who it was?

What do I know?

Maybe it was just a bad time...

Pumbo!

Please.

I should be at work.

You should be in prison.

Be quiet and wait.

She already told you
everything she knows.

Relax, the judge is on his way.

A pin?

What am I supposed
to do with this?

Do what you like.

"Simonete, I'm nearly
at the convent,

I need to see you urgently."

About time.

I came as soon as I could.

I was in court,
I couldn't just up and leave.

Come on, let's go.

Come on in.

You go get him, please.

But I want to see
what the girl says.

You know what,
she's going to say.

Please. Please go get him.

Unlawful dismissal!
Mayoress out!

Hello.

Good afternoon, Sisters.

How are you, Nuno?

Hello, Father.

Father Salinas, how are you?

Come, sit down.

It's colder in here
than out there.

It's the stone.

There's a lot of stone
this convent.

And that altar
looks always immaculate.

Good job, Nuno.

If you say so,
I'll take your word for it.

Anabel is the one who insists

that everything
should be pristine.

-It's important to her.
-Sure.

-Any news?
-Well...

It's news to me.

Perhaps not to you.

Tell us.

I've come from Santiago

after I talked to Monsignor
Cañola and...

I can't shake the feeling

that you haven't been very...

honest with me.

But, Father, we're honest
with everyone.

What did you find out?

Do you know
who Nuno's parents are?

How would we know?

When we got here,
Nuno was already here.

You know that.

-Is it something bad...
-Do you know, Anabel?

-No.
-Are you sure?

No.

But...

I always had feeling.

-Or a memory...
-Of what?

You never said anything.

It's just, there's nothing...

They're things...

They're things that...

I imagined.

The things we discover
at this stage of life.

But Father,
who were Nuno's parents?

Two Portuguese tourists
who went missing in the area.

That same week.

Poor Nuno.

Abandoned by his parents.

No, he actually wasn't
abandoned by anyone.

Do you really
not remember anything?

Father...

Do you like how it turned out?

Very lovely, Nuno.

Well done.

Did you hear
what Father Salinas said?

This place would fall
apart without Nuno.

We're so proud of you.

Sister, I'm running out of time.

And I'm running out of patience.

Anything you can remember
would be a big help. Okay?

The hermitage.

What hermitage?

Where they found Joaquín.

The Holy Trinity of the Sea?
What about it?

The devil lives there.

Father, what is it?

Did you bring the car?

That's what
all the fuss was about?

Sister Corina, I'm going to
need you to come with me.

-Yes?
-Yes, yes.

It's about time, Mateo.

You left them all the space
to do whatever they wanted.

I sent police officers
to protect you.

To protect me,
or to protect them from me?

I could k*ll them.

Where's Gaitán?

What's he doing asking
after Gaitán as though...

Wait until you find out.

What happened?

You're going
to have to re-hire me.

Gaitán's not here.

And the other guy?
The boss, Sebastián?

No one from
the Brotherhood is here.

Where is he?

Come with me. Watch your step.

Careful.

A step, careful.

No, no, no, no.

Let's leave, let's leave.

What's wrong?

No, it's too much.
Can't you feel it?

Yes. Yes, I feel it,

but it's time to put an end
to this, Sister.

And I can't do it without you.

Yes?

Do you trust me?

-Yes.
-Sister Emilia is with us.

I'm right here. Don't worry.

-Are you ready?
-Yes, yes.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Mercy!

No!

Stop, no!

Dear Lord in Heaven,
thank you for your protection...

Your blessing...

We ask your protection, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee!

Blessed art thou among women...

Father, Father...

Come, Sister.

I think I know what's here.

I think I know what's here.

Wait here, wait.

Father Salinas, Father Salinas.

-It's okay.
-Father Salinas.

I'm here. Don't worry.

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

You can come in.

Wait for me here.

Belisario's body, Sister.

We need to call the police.

What is this?

What is this?

What is this? What is this?

Sister!

We have to call
the police right away!

Sister!

Sister?

Jerk.

Move it here.

Stay with them.

No! No! Gaitán, please!

No, please! Gaitán!

Let's talk, Gaitán! Please. No!

No! Gaitán! Gaitán!

Gaitán!